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"Xiaomei, how can you associate with people you don't know?" Song Xuan put his elder's face and asked, "are you not afraid of his danger to you?"
Yang Zimei laughed, "there is nothing to be afraid of. I believe that even if people all over the world want to hurt me, he will not."
Song Xuan looked at her face of love and was deeply convinced. He could not help but feel a little sad.
"Mr. Song, sister Qingmei does the same to you."
With a smile on his face.
Song Xuan thought about it for a moment, but he was relieved.
Yes, even if the world wanted to hurt him, he believed his wife would not hurt him.
They have such love, why envy others?
"By the way, Mr. Song, I have something else to show you."
Yang Zimei thought of the old mirror that could only reflect people's soul.
Because the mirror is related to the portrait, she has always carried it in the bag and has not been stolen.
If it was put in the drawer that day, it would disappear together.
She really envies the space ring of snow lake, which can store her own things without any trace, and no one can steal them. She can take out whatever she wants.
It's a pity that I'm not a fairy or a demon. I guess I'll never have a space ring. I can only carry a bag full of objects with me every day.
She took out the old mirror from the bag and handed it to song Xuan. "Mr. Song, look at this mirror."
Song Xuan took the mirror and looked at the pattern behind it. "This should be a mirror made in the Qin Dynasty. However, this shape is different from what I usually see. It's a bit special."
He opened the mirror and unconsciously took a picture with a strange expression on his face.
He took a picture of the teacup on the table and himself.
Seeing song xuanlu's expression of extreme surprise, Yang Zimei felt very amused. He didn't break the weird part of the mirror and looked at him doubtfully everywhere.
He took a mirror and looked at Yang Zimei. He found that there was a portrait of her in the mirror. He looked at himself suspiciously. He looked at him like he was about to collapse.
His forehead was sweating, and his hand holding the mirror trembled slightly, "little eyebrow, I Am I going to die? "
"If you look at Mr. Song's face and fate, you can live to be at least 80 years old."
Yang Zimei said with a smile.
Song Xuan was slightly relieved, "that How can I not be seen in the mirror? "
"Because it's a witch's mirror. You can't see people. Mr. Song, don't be nervous. It's not just you that will happen."
Yang Zimei explained.
"How can you see it?"
Song Xuan again looked at her in the mirror and asked in doubt.
"Because I am a witch."
Yang Zimei bared his teeth and said, "you can't see the weird mirror of the human figure. Have you ever seen any relevant records?"
Song Xuan looked at the mirror in his hand repeatedly. "I have never seen from any book that there is any mirror that can't see human figures. But strangely, I always feel that this mirror looks familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere
"Well, it's very similar to the mirror on the armored portrait that looks like my boyfriend. I've also compared it."
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