Secrets of the Ancient Dynasty: Huaijing Blood Clothes

When I held the magnifying glass to confirm the direction of the double-sided embroidery gold thread, the embroidery needle suddenly pricked my index finger. The moment the blood beads rolled into the peacock's pupils, the dizziness of quantum entanglement swept me into Lu Wuya's body - the painter of the Prince Consort was kneeling in front of the dry well, looking at the colorful feathers hanging on the locust tree. There was actually half a magnet embedded in the blood-soaked sleeves, which fit perfectly with the incomplete film carrier on my repair table.