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Chapter 1 The Embroidery Needle Is Her Uncle
【you are dead. 】

【You were killed by a large truck that got out of control. 】

【Communicate fracture below the hairline. 】

[It's all broken into pieces. 】

【I'm your uncle, the embroidery needle you threw away not long ago. 】

[Hey, didn't expect that, did you? 】

…………

Noisy.

Hua Qianxi's surroundings were chaotic, only the noisy voice kept echoing in her mind.

The chattering embroidery needle twisted its body, jumped on Hua Qianxi's little hand, and poked out another needle hole.

[Niece, if you want to reincarnate, you must complete the task. 】

【Otherwise, you can only become a lonely soul traveling through the world empty. 】

[Tut tsk tsk, it's too miserable. 】

The darkness in front of him gradually receded, replaced by the sting of the scorching sun.

After the brief tinnitus disappeared, Hua Qianxi slowly opened her clear eyes: "I should have kicked you out of the Milky Way at that time."

[You are good or bad, I like it very much. 】

The embroidery needle laughed twice, and jumped around Hua Qianxi excitedly.

Like the annoying buzzing mosquitoes in midsummer.

Hua Qianxi squeezed her brows with a headache.

Three days ago, she was entangled in this embroidery needle.

……

Hua Qianxi lowered her eyes slightly, twisting the needle and thread to embroider on the purse, but the tip of the needle frequently pricked her hands.

Staring at the bright red needle eyes of her fingertips, Hua Qianxi couldn't help frowning.

Standing up and closing the window tightly to make sure that there was no wind in the room, Hua Qianxi turned around, her clear eyes were full of sophistication: "Did you stab me just now?"

The embroidery needle she put on the coffee table moved suspiciously.

Heck.

Hua Qianxi's small hands hanging by her side unconsciously rubbed the needle holes on her fingertips: "Why did you pierce me?"

The tip of the embroidery needle stood up with difficulty, and it creaked and rubbed against the glass coffee table.

"Xixi, there are so many good men in the world, why did you just fall in love with that crooked neck tree from the old Wang next door?"

This embroidery needle can still talk?
Hua Qianxi stammered a little: "You...what the hell are you?"

"I'm not a thing, eh, that's not right..." The embroidery needle couldn't help but add again, with a small body, but she said it confidently, "I'm your uncle!"

Uncle?

Where did Hua Qianxi come from to be such a unique elder?
"If you don't believe me, just look under me..."

"I don't look, I'm dizzy." Hua Qianxi tightly closed her eyes, shaking her head desperately.

"The carving below me!"

The embroidery needle took a big breath, jumped on Hua Qianxi's little hand with difficulty, Hua Qianxi gritted her teeth and endured it, and then she saw a line of small characters on the tip of the needle - Hua Qianxi her uncle.

"Are you blackmailing me?" Hua Qianxi raised her eyebrows.

"Believe it or not." The embroidery needle twisted her body arrogantly, as if turning her back in annoyance.

"Then I don't believe it."

"You..." The embroidery needle choked.

Hua Qianxi snorted coldly, thinking that she had hallucinations due to lack of sleep last night.

Disapprovingly, he stuffed the small embroidery needle back into the sewing box, and the embroidery needle, which was entangled in layers of thin threads, struggled desperately to escape.

"I beg you to believe me, I am the only one who can save you right now, and you will have a bloody disaster in the near future!"

Hua Qianxi took a deep look at the embroidery needle, when the embroidery needle thought she was about to change her mind, she pinched his top with her fingertips unexpectedly, walked to the window, and opened it.

Throw away.

There are too many embroidery needles in her sewing box, and this one is not missing.

(End of this chapter)