Rebirth: The First Female Physician

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She originally wanted to tell him not to leave her in the next catastrophe, maybe she could help him.

The result is 1000 years later.

She has returned to ashes, ashes to ashes.

"Xuehu, you won't leave this time, will you?"

Yang Zimei looked at him expectantly, "Stay with me, okay?"

"It's fine if you say yes."

Ripple smiled.

The smile still captivates the country and the city, turning all living beings upside down, making Yang Zimei forget to breathe.

Of course, she couldn't help but think of his scorched forehead on top of her mind, and her heart ached.

"Xuehu, I still have some snow lotuses that you left that day. Let me make medicine for you, okay? Also, I have already cultivated to the realm of Xuanxu, and vitality can have a direct healing effect. I will help you heal Head, okay?"

Xuehu smiled, "Silly girl, if I can be cured by these things, I can do it myself. This is the trace of Thor's strike. Except for him to help me heal myself, any other methods are useless."

"Is there really a Thor?"

Yang Zimei looked at him and asked.

"Since there is a demon like me, there must also be Thor."

Xuehu smiled and said, "It's just that he exists at a much higher level than me."

Hearing this, Yang Zimei thought secretly in his heart, if one day he had the chance to meet Thor, he must catch him and let him treat Xuehu.

Of course, she also knew that her idea was a bit far-fetched.

Even a high-level monster like Xuehu couldn't hide from Thunder God. How could he catch him as a mortal?

But no matter what, she will try.

"Xuehu, have you seen the God of Death?"

Thinking of the half of Death God's face that looked the same as Xuehu's, Yang Zimei couldn't help asking.

"Hehe, silly girl, if I had seen Death, would I still be with you like this now? I don't want to see him."

Xuehu smiled, and habitually reached out to stroke her soft hair.

Yang Zimei also enjoyed his habit.

His touch was like a cool summer breeze, very comfortable and pleasant, but without any evil thoughts.

If Long Zhutian touched her, her heart would stir up ripples and produce some kind of desire.

Xuehu is also different from Long Zhutian.

The way Xuehu looked at her was clear, pure and doting, without any other desires, and the two of them got along like bosom friends.

As for Long Zhutian, it is a very direct lover relationship.

"I've seen Death."

Yang Zimei looked at Xuehu, "I still mistook him for you."

"Little girl, it really hurts my heart that you want to mistake an outsider for me!"

Xuehu pursed his lips and said.

"He really looks like you. No, it's one side of his cheek that looks exactly like you. However, the other side is very ugly, giving people a half-angel, half-devil feeling."

Yang Zimei explained.

Xuehu's eyes darkened, "Now I give people the impression that I'm half an angel and half a devil. It's just that my half is on top of my head."

"You are neither an angel nor a devil, you are a demon, hehe."

Yang Zimei gritted his teeth.

"Half of it really looks like me?"

Xuehu seemed to have suddenly remembered something, and looked at Yang Zimei with bright eyes.

Yang Zimei nodded, "There is absolutely nothing wrong. If you don't believe me, ask Xiaoqian. He also saw the god of death, and said that part is very similar to you. However, your aura is not the same."

Thinking of the incomparably powerful aura of the god of death every time he appeared on the stage, Yang Zimei's eyes lit up and he became a nympho again.

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