Chapter 459

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Yang Zimei observed the cause of the fire with Tianyan.

It was not the electric circuit fire, nor the thunder. It was like someone deliberately set fire, because at the moment of the fire, she seemed to see a black figure swept out.

As for who it was, she couldn't see clearly.

Her heavenly eye can see some fragments indistinctly.

She hastily pinched her finger to calculate that it was the divinatory image of someone deliberately setting fire!

When min Yulin saw her, she stood up with trembling legs. She was extremely tired and powerless and went to Yang Zimei. She said regretfully, "Xiaomei, I didn't listen to your advice and didn't pay attention to the fire prevention from Fengshui. Today, I will..."

"Grandfather min, are the antiques in you destroyed?" Yang Zimei looked at Min Yulin's face, which was ten years old, and asked with concern.

"Destroyed more than half."

Min Yulin finished, tears streaming.

He took Yang Zimei to the room where the antique was transferred.

Many of the curios that had been well preserved by Min Yulin were burnt to a large extent. Even his favorite tripod tripod of Shang Dynasty was all black. It was a terrible sight.

Min Yulin watched, and the heart was bleeding again.

"Little girl, this degree, I can recover." The snow lake in my arms is facing Yang Zimei.

"Really?" Yang Zimei was surprised.

"Well, I still have this kind of magic power. Just let him go and say you can help him recover." Snow Lake said.

Yang Zimei said to min Yulin: "grandfather min, I can help you restore the original state with magic, but you have to get out of the way."

Min Yulin listened and looked at her suspiciously, "seriously?"

Yang Zimei nodded, "you believe me."

"Xiaomei, what's your reward?" Min Yulin, accustomed to trading thinking.

"Little girl, you just want that clock." The snow lake pointed to the clock that was about the size of a fist and had been burned black. It was impossible to see what kind of clock was made of.

"Oh?"

Yang Zimei didn't understand why Xuehu wanted the clock himself, but since it said so, there must be a reason.

Yang Zimei pointed to the bell and said to min Yulin, "after it's done, you'll pay me that clock."

"This one?"

Min Yulin picked up the bell and said, "this thing is not worth money. It was picked up by xiaogangzi from the antique market, not antique."

"Just, I like it." Yang Zimei's light way.

Min Yulin thought she didn't really want to be paid, but just casually pointed to something to avoid being embarrassed.

So he looked at her gratefully and said, "OK!"

"Please go out and close the door."

Min Yulin went out and closed the door.

However, he did not believe that what was burnt could be restored by some magic? It's not about catching gods and ghosts.

The snow lake jumped down from Yang Zimei's arms, and turned into a human figure. With a wave of long sleeves, the whole room was bounded. Even if there were bright eyes outside, the indoor situation could not be seen.

It's really blinding to see snow lake's elegant and elegant white clothes.

Snow lake to her smile, feel the whole slightly dark indoor light, like thousands of peach blossom in full bloom.

This monster!

Yang Zimei murmured in his heart.

Snow lake finger printing, a pale white light from his fingers, swept to those scorched antiques.

Sure enough, the antiques quickly recovered to their original state, even brighter than before.

How amazing!

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