Ghost King and Concubine

Chapter 839 [Baby] Shocking Monsters (6)

Jiaai didn't have any big reaction, even if he mentioned the empress of the mainland, she didn't have a special reaction, but answered very calmly——

"That's right, not everyone can wear such tacky clothes." The opinion hit the nail on the head.

Mozi's expression changed in an instant, and his face collapsed, "I don't want you to bully people like this. These are beautiful clothes I have worked so hard for. You dare to despise them as vulgar. You are really heartless."

"Maybe it really suits me well, but I don't feel comfortable wearing it, no matter how beautiful it is." Jia Ai turned around, "You said this dress was made for me?"

Mozi nodded blankly, "You despise it, don't you?"

"I accept it, thank you!"

Mo Zizhu showed a happy expression when he heard the words, "It turns out that she is a duplicity woman. If you like it, just say it. Is it because you are worried that your husband will be jealous?"

Mo Zizhu waved his hand, "Don't worry, although I like you, I only like your appearance and temperament... It doesn't pose any threat, and if it does, your husband won't even try to win you back from me... "

Jia Ai frowned, this guy was not arrogant, but super narcissistic, and he didn't bother to care about his full self-confidence.

hiss--

Suddenly there was the sound of tearing cloth, Mo Zizhu opened his mouth, and his whole body froze.

hiss--

hiss--

The bowknot, the big red flower, etc., all fell to the ground, and Mo Zizhu's whole body was petrified. He stared in amazement at the beautiful clothes he had worked out all night. Under the ravages of this stunning beauty, he turned into...

A plain white dress.

Her movements were neat, and her tearing movements were decisive. Mo Zizhu stared blankly at Jia Ai's unhesitating movements, feeling chills in his heart.

After a long time, he finally found his tongue, "Hey, Mrs. Feng, you... what are you doing, this is the clothes I specially made for you, and you ruined it like this... you Still not human."

As he said that, he stamped his foot on the ground with enough weight to leave deep footprints on the soil.

Jiaai ignored his outburst, and explained calmly, "I asked you, and you said it, this dress is going to be given to me, so what to do with it is my freedom."

hiss--

Every time she tore a part, Mo Zizhu's facial features would wrinkle, as if what she tore was not his clothes, but his flesh, and his heart ached.

Jiaai took out a small bag from her arms, and inside the bag was a small needle with a white thread, "I put it on to show you that I respect you for staying up all night to make it and give it to me. You have seen it, then I can do whatever I want, I hope you understand."

The words were polite, but looking at Jia Ai's demeanor, she didn't feel a bit ashamed.

Mo Zizhu's handsome face became very gloomy, staring fiercely at Jia Ai's movements.

She is very familiar with the movements of starting and dropping needles, and she is also extremely dexterous in sewing clothes.

Under her "destroying flowers with hot hands", very quickly, the tutu skirt, which was originally a lively princess style, instantly turned into a simple and easy-to-move outfit.

Except for the broken green petals on the front placket that were not removed by the thread picking, the rest of the big red flowers and those with bows were all gone, and even the tulle was torn off by her.

After tearing and tearing, the upper body is a simple white dress decorated with green florals, and there is a golden belt in the middle to tie her enchanting waist. Below the belt is a long skirt in the shape of tassels. If there is no large rotation, the tassels will He will only stick to her side peacefully.

(End of this chapter)