Reborn genius girl fortune teller

Chapter 211
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Yang Zimei exhaled the last breath and stood up.

She has just finished training, and her five sense organs are particularly sensitive, as if she can feel every slight movement around her.

However, this unusually keen sense of touch only lasted for a few seconds and then returned.

She looked around at the white mist, looked at the east that was about to turn white, took out the copper coin sword over there, activated the charm on it, and poured mana into it.

The copper coin on the sword is rustling——

The evil spirit around seemed to be under attack, and unconsciously dodged a few battles away...

While waving the copper coin sword, she made mudras with her fingers while chanting the nine-character mantra:

"Pro, soldier, fight, person, all, array, strong, in, front"

The copper coin on the sword suddenly burst into a dazzling golden light, illuminating her clean face.

The yin and evil spirit around him dispersed in a hurry, and they fled in panic...

Yang Zimei put away the copper coin sword, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and a smug look appeared on his face.

Her mana has gone one step further...

It shouldn't be a big problem to deal with the weeping blood phoenix, right?

Dongfang Yu's maw turned white, and a flash of brilliant morning light jumped out and projected on her body, dyeing her little white skirt with a thin layer of golden light.

Facing the morning dew and the morning sun, she stepped on the cold road with light steps, like a fairy Lingbo, coming slowly...

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Back at her own home, she first entered her room.

The note on the table was still there, and the mattress hadn't been touched. When I reached out to touch it, it was cool, which proved that no one had been there.

I haven't seen Long Zhutian for two days!
What is he up to?

Thinking of him, her heart seemed to be entwined with thousands of thin threads, and she couldn't get out of it.

Sighing, he threw the note into the trash can, and began to open the closet to get clothes for a bath.

Seeing the three sets of black men's nightgowns hanging on the closet, her heart moved softly again, and she reached out to touch them gently.

The silk was smooth, like his wheat-colored skin.

She put the clothes under her nose and sniffed it lightly, but unfortunately, the nightgown he wore was washed by her, so she could only smell the faint smell of laundry detergent.

She put the clothes back in the corner of the closet, took out her school uniform and went to take a shower.

After taking a shower, I heard grandma knocking on the door telling her to get up and go to school.

While wiping her wet hair with a large towel, she opened the door and went out.

"You child, why do you wash your hair in the morning again? It's always like this. When you get old, you will easily get a headache." Grandma scolded.

"Grandma, it's fine. My hair is a bit dirty, so I wash it. I won't dare next time." Yang Zimei put his arms around grandma's shoulders and said coquettishly.

"Go on, you keep saying that you will lie to grandma next time, but you can't do it every time, hum." Grandma gave her a look.

Yang Zimei stuck out his tongue.

She is also very helpless, she has to practice in the middle of the night every day, and once she practices, the dirty air in her body will be expelled, and she must be cleaned.

However, she is a qigong practitioner, so she will get a head wind after washing her hair every morning, which will never happen to her.

However, she likes to hear her grandmother's caring nagging voice every day. For her who has experienced no relatives and no one to rely on for a lifetime, it is a rare family affection and happiness.

"Sister, I have an exam tomorrow!" Yang Zixi pouted sadly when she saw her, "This is my first exam at Nancheng Elementary School. I'm afraid that my classmates will make fun of me if I fail the exam."

(End of this chapter)