Chapter 220 Lin Qingmei, Who Keeps Looking in the Mirror
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The stall owners on Brunei Street, especially Wednesday Shu, are full of gratitude to Yang Zimei, and feel that she is indeed worthy of Song Xuan's disciple. Wei Guangzheng.
In fact, Yang Zimei is cheap and good-looking!
She not only helped Zhou Shuo, let him avoid the tragedy of the previous life, but also allowed herself to get the iron tower with mysterious sense, which further established her image as a brilliant and kind person. Woolen cloth?
When she came to Mo Xuan, what she saw was still the warm picture of harmony between the piano and the seren, and she felt warm in her heart.
"Mr. Song, Sister Qingmei—"
Holding the small iron tower in her palm, she walked in and cried sweetly.
"Why is Xiaomei so early today?" Song Xuan saw it, and there was a gleam in the bottom of his warm eyes.
"I just have nothing to do today, come and see Sister Qingmei earlier." Yang Zimei looked at Lin Qingmei's beautiful face. On the surface, she couldn't see anything strange, and her face was okay, but there was a bit of blackness between her eyebrows. Condensed, she used her heavenly eyes, and could vaguely see the evil spirit smiling eerily at her.
"Thank you Xiaomei—" Lin Qingmei looked at the copper coin sword in her hand with joy, "Does Xiaomei want to help me exorcise evil spirits?"
"The time is not yet." Yang Zimei looked at the small iron tower in his hand and said, "Because I don't have much control, I have to keep this Qiankun magic sword for a while longer."
"Well, it's okay, take your time." Lin Qingmei was open-minded, "Sister believes you can do it."
Looking at Lin Qingmei's demure face, Yang Zimei nodded.
Song Xuan saw the small iron tower in her hand, and his eyes lit up, "Xiaomei, have you found something good again? Let me see."
"I don't know if it's a good thing, Mr. Song, you have good eyesight, help me to see if I can find something good this time." Yang Zimei also wanted to know, the small iron tower in her hand that gave her a strange feeling, in the end What's the history.
Song Xuan took the small iron tower over, looked at it carefully, frowned, and then took out a magnifying glass to examine it carefully, and used some special water to wipe a small corner...
"Little eyebrows-"
Song Xuan smiled bitterly and said, "I really can't find anything special about this thing. If there is no accident, it is just an old handicraft and has no collection value."
Seeing Song Xuan say this, Yang Zimei was a little disappointed. She had hoped that he would see something.
Indeed, this small iron tower, if she hadn't seen it with her eyes, wouldn't be able to see anything special.
"What are you going to do with this thing?" Song Xuan asked Yang Zimei, looking at the small iron tower.
"Well, from the point of view of antiques, it is worthless, but I can use it to make a utensil, it is also a treasure." Yang Zimei said with a smile.
Song Xuan looked at her and didn't say much, but took out a black wooden box from the counter, put the small iron tower in it, and handed it back to Yang Zimei.
"Thank you, Mr. Song."
Yang Zimei was moved by his meticulousness, looked at Lin Qingmei, and found that she was holding a mirror again, but the mirror was just an ordinary mirror, not the phoenix crying blood.
However, looking at the way she looked in the mirror, there was a bit of irritability on her gentle face, as if she couldn't find the root.
"Sister Qingmei always wants to look in the mirror?" Yang Zimei asked Song Xuan.
Song Xuan said with a wry smile, "I hid that bronze mirror of the phoenix weeping blood in the safe. Who knows, last night she actually smashed something into the safe. She was so restless that she became a completely different person. I can't find that. When she was facing the bronze mirror, she anxiously went to other mirrors, and after a few times, she calmed down a little. During the day, it was normal, but only occasionally."