Making clothes.

Li lieyue and Yan mingchen's expressions changed. Suddenly, it was as if they had been bound by invisible ropes, and they could no longer move.

"Hehe ... Hehehe ... Hehe ... Hehe ..."

Countless cold and fleeting laughter rang out from all directions. All the human skins on the drying field came to life!

Countless cold gazes were fixed on the two of them.

"Hehe ... There's no owner here ... Hehehe ... I'll choose a new owner between the two of you ... Hehe ..."

"Sisters, the new Lord of this place must be like us, able to hang on the rope!"

"The new owner of this place must also have a good appearance like a flower or Jade, delicate and fragile!"

"The new Lord of this place must be able to make nice clothes!"

"The new Lord of this place must dye it beautiful enough ..."

"The new Lord of this place ..."