C4

"Rebirther's ability — — Embroidery: Summoning the contents of the cloth.

Current Level: 1. Possess 1 piece of embroidery. Can be embroidered in 1 color. Can be embroidered in 10 x 10 slots.

Current experience: 10/500.

Current storage space available: 10CMC, 10CMC, 10CM.

The next level will have 1 square meter of cloth for embroidery. The color of the cloth will be 2, and the size of the cloth will be 20 square meters. "

What is this? She felt completely OUT.

Beneath the embroidered cloth was a long white strip. Within the strip, there was a green color that was so rare that it was almost impossible to see. It meant that it was a sign of experience. Although she had never played a game before and didn't know what the experience bar was, she still liked this kind of simple and direct display.

Because he liked green, he couldn't help but imagine what it would look like after being filled with green.

This was the first time as far as she could remember that Bai Xiaoshen was full of zeal. One must have hope and purpose in order to live. Furthermore, this was a very useful ability. The user could summon out all the objects that were embroidered into their physical form.

With a thought, the piece of embroidered cloth returned to her hand, and the gold-tailed needle was still pinned to the whiteout.

"Ten slots..." So small? In the past, he had embroidered nano - and bacterial nano - maps for dozens of columns. With such a small size, he probably wouldn't even be able to embroider a single cherry. However, you can't be greedy, you have to do it step by step. "

"Oh right, I still have a room for embroidery." She studied the cloth in surprise.

The so-called embroidery space was a storage bag. When she probed into it, she was stunned for a second. In the dark space, a blood-stained embroidered cloth was quietly lying on the ground.

"Level 25 Embroidered Gargantuan Meteorology, uses it five times, cannot be repaired."

This was her last work before she died. Bai Xiaosheng could see the bloodstains on the painting that had been dyed red by her blood, even though they were somewhat dried up.

His gaze stayed on for five seconds before he left. It was time to experiment with the embroidery.

According to the information in his mind, the maximum summoning limit for a level one embroidery cloth was one kilogram. This measure depends on the change in the summoning item. The simpler the component, the higher the summoning item. The lower the level of the food chain, the higher the summoning object. The object that can be obtained directly from nature is definitely higher than the synthetic object …

What kind of simple items could be obtained directly from the wild?

Bai Xiaosjing suddenly thought of something that would make people go crazy.

Gold.

This object, which could be obtained directly from the sand, had caused countless wars throughout the ages.

However, she did not dare to imagine what would happen if she were to be robbed of everything she had. If she were to carry a thousand grams of gold out, what kind of fate would she end up in?

Recalling the bullets he had seen earlier in the day, he embroidered it out.

Because there was only one color embroidery thread, the embroidery grid only had ten squares, and the bullet itself met all the low production conditions.

artificial, complex, composite material... Whether it was a shell, a primer, a propellant, or a warhead, all of these conditions were met, so she carefully embroidered only two.

The two bullets that had fallen from the cloth were dark and solid and weighed heavily in their hands. As dangerous as the man on the horse.

Even Bai Xiaoshen, who did not have much military common sense, could think of this. The two bullets had different thoughts.

Thus, he carefully kept them into his embroidery space.

"Looking at the embroidered cloth, one more item was added to all the descriptions." "Current cooldown: 7 hours 59 minutes 12 seconds"

"It seems that my life will become very regular in the future."

Now that the test of the embroidery cloth had been completed, it was time for the embroidery thread. Bai Xiaosheng lifted the needle with the black thread and held it under the flame. This thread had the feel of cotton and the smoothness of silk. When the light of the flame reflected off it, the thread reflected a metallic luster. Most importantly, the number of threads had not decreased at all after the embroidery process.

"Let me test how much you actually have." Bai Xiaosjing murmured.

But with what? Do you want to play with China by knotting with string? His gaze swept across the clothes hung on the couch. These clothes were severely worn and had holes in them. They looked very much like Hong Qi Gong's clothes.

After three years of training in her marriage, she couldn't help but pick up her clothes to make up for it.

"Men don't take care of themselves." Humming, she tried to convince herself. This was just an experiment. She had to figure out how much embroidery was available to her.

When the black thread stabbed into the light-colored linen cloth, Bai Xiaosheng felt that such a bright patch was a complete mockery of herself.

"I wonder if the color of the embroidery line can be changed." Just think, the color of embroidery immediately changed to the same flax color as clothing.

"Heaven rewards diligence." Bai Xiaosjing whispered happily.

After spending about 20 meters of embroidery, she had repaired all the damage. She lifted the embroidery needle to check, but the number of threads did not decrease.

"What are we going to do now?" Due to the blood sucking leeches, she didn't dare to land on the ground. But letting her sleep by Qiu's side as if nothing had happened was completely impossible. It was a long night, and she had to find something to spend.

"Do you want to try knitting with this thread?" It was only a guess that she could not summon her knitting tools with an embroidered cloth.

Handmade, regardless of skill, always gives the impression of a quiet and deceptive inner, just like those women who have to rely on men to survive. Such an image was of no use to her. What she needed was the power to show off. Power that was enough to make her look down on the world.

Her gaze shifted to the sleeping autumn. Bai Xiaoshen felt that the maple leaf was very suitable for this man, so she began to embroider.

The linen and the cross-stitched linen were similar, though a little twisted and irregular, but this did not deter her from her interest. According to the memory of the leaf embroidery, this is a good way to waste the embroidery line.

When she had wasted the forty meters of embroidery, there was a hubbub of voices outside the shed, as if many people were approaching.

"..."

The torches drove the darkness out of the tent, and the men woke up with the noise of sleep.

Bai Xiaoshen stood behind Qiu without a word.

There were about twenty men standing outside the tent. All of them were quite old, and their leader was an old man in his sixties.

From the look on the old man's face, she guessed he was his father.

The chief of the tribe was here.

"The man holding the torch first looked at his son to make sure he was unharmed before speaking." "I know that you went to hunt for some resources last season, but I've been waiting for you. What made you forget about your father?"

He shifted his gaze to the woman behind his son.

The woman was no more than eighteen years old, and the flames danced on her jewel-like hair. Her amber eyes were hazy under her bangs, making it difficult to see her expression. But it was clear that there was a brown nevus, shaped like a dewdrop, just below her left eye.

It reminded him of some legend about a teardrop.

When a person had successfully lived to the age of sixty, they naturally wouldn't be as concerned about a woman's appearance as a young person, especially such a frail woman. This was the complete opposite of the tribe's sense of beauty. The tribe liked strong, fat, and fertile women. But he noticed that the woman was wearing her son's headscarf with an ancestral mark on it.

She was already his wife.

Then, his gaze fell on the clothes in the woman's hands. Although he couldn't see the details clearly, he could feel that his son today had something completely different from what he had in the past. These extra things made him seem like a different person.

Could it be those clothes?

The old chieftain looked doubtfully at his new clothes, and at the embroidered pictures that reflected the light of the torches, which made the whole thing look as ornate as the clothes of the lords of the city.

No, not such a superficial change.

the old chief thought.

What was the difference?