Reborn genius girl fortune teller

Chapter 1419 If you do not leave, I will not abandon (41)

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"Sister is a protoss?"

Xiaoqian jumped down from Xuehu's arms, jumped into Yang Zimei's arms, lowered her head and sniffed her neck, "It looks like it does."

Yang Zimei didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Xiaoqian, you are a dog, if you sniff like this, can you tell whether I am a human or a god?"

"Sister, what you said is wrong. You also know that I have always had a more sensitive sense of smell than dogs."

Xiaoqian reached out and touched the skin of her cheek, and poked the cinnabar on her forehead with her finger, "Actually, Xuehu, I always feel that all her spiritual power comes from here."

Xuehu also nodded, "Indeed."

Yang Zimei stretched out her hand to touch her forehead in a daze, and said with a smirk, "Are you talking about this place? It's too ridiculous. This is the scar from my previous injury."

"Scars from the smashed wound? How is it possible? Sister, if the smashed wound can have such a cute and beautiful scar, I don't think many people would mind to get smashed."

Xiaoqian said with a smile.

Xuehu's azure blue pupils flickered, "What hit you?"

"When I was a child, I was smashed by the jade bottle of the Guanyin statue in the master's Taoist temple, and I was knocked out at that time."

Yang Zimei thought of the scene when he first saw Master when he was a child, and his mood began to be a little strange again.

"Avalokitesvara's jade bottle? After smashing it, did it become like this?"

Xuehu pondered for a while and asked.

"Ah."

"Is there anything unusual after smashing it?"

"I don't know what's different. Anyway, since then, I have a very good memory. What's more, I have the eye of heaven, so I can see the background of human misfortunes and fortunes. It's very strange."

Yang Zimei was also puzzled at this moment.

I really wouldn't be able to produce such a miracle after being smashed by the jade bottle, right?
It stands to reason that the jade purification bottle is just a clay sculpture, and it is not the jade purification bottle of the real Guanyin Bodhisattva. How could he smash himself open?
Xuehu approached her and looked down at her forehead.

The faint, gardenia-like fragrance from his nostrils lingered on Yang Zimei's face, which really made people feel comfortable.

Yang Zimei blinked, looking at his blue and clear pupils, as if looking at the blue sky and white clouds.

Xuehu stretched out his slender white fingers that looked like works of art, touched her forehead lightly, and then quickly took it away, with a clear expression on his face.

"what happened?"

Yang Zimei hastily asked, "I don't think I owe everything to it, do I?"

"Ah."

Xuehu nodded, and reached out to stroke her hair, "Even if you are not a descendant of the Protoss, you still have the power of the Protoss."

"Really? Did Master Guanyin hit me on purpose that day?"

Yang Zimei took out her Phoenix Weeping Blood Mirror and looked at it carefully.

The cinnabar on my forehead is indeed a bit special, it is definitely not a scar.

It seems that Master Guanyin really took pity on her for being so miserable and wandering in her previous life, so she was chosen in this life, so that her life can be different and happy.

No matter what, it is a joyful thing to have the power of a god to heal Xuehu.

As for the hesitation, she is too lazy to think about it for the time being, and just wants to live every day well.

Put away the mirror and take out the mirror that can reflect the soul.

The last time she took a selfie, her bloody soul from the previous life flashed in the mirror, so she never took a picture of herself again.

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(End of this chapter)