Reborn genius girl fortune teller

Chapter 217 Lin Qingmei Who Always Wanted to Look in the Mirror
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The stall owners on Brunei Street, especially Wednesday Shu, were full of gratitude to Yang Zimei, and felt that she really deserved to be Song Xuan's disciple. Wei Guangzheng.

In fact, Yang Zimei got cheap and good-looking!
She not only helped Zhou Shushu, let him avoid the tragedy of the previous life, but also let herself get the iron tower with mysterious induction, and further established her image of an incomparably radiant and kind person. Woolen cloth?

When she came to Moxuan, what she saw was still the warm and harmonious picture, and she felt warm in her heart.

"Mr. Song, Sister Qingmei—"

Holding the small iron tower in her hand, she walked in and called out sweetly.

"Xiaomei, why is it so early today?" Song Xuan saw it, and there was a gleam of light in his warm eyes.

"I just have nothing to do today, so come here early to see Sister Qingmei." Yang Zimei looked at Lin Qingmei's beautiful face. On the surface, there was nothing unusual about her face, and her complexion was fine, but there was a black evil spirit between her eyebrows. Condensed, with her heavenly eyes, she could vaguely see that evil spirit smiling at her eerily.

"Thank you, Xiaomei—" Lin Qingmei looked at the copper coin sword in her hand with joy, "Does Xiaomei want to help me exorcise evil spirits?"

"The time is not yet." Yang Zimei looked at the small iron tower in his hand and said, "Because I'm not sure, I have to keep this Qiankun Magic Sword for a while longer."

"Well, it's okay, take your time." Lin Qingmei was open-minded, "Sister believes that you can do it."

Looking at Lin Qingmei's demure face, Yang Zimei nodded.

Song Xuan's eyes lit up when he saw the small iron tower in her hand, "Xiaomei, did you find something good again? Let me see."

"I don't know if it's a good thing, Mr. Song, you have good eyesight, help me see if I can find a good thing this time." Yang Zimei also wanted to know, what happened to the small iron tower that gave her a strange feeling in her hand? What's the history.

Song Xuan took the small iron tower over, looked at it carefully, frowned, then took out the magnifying glass to inspect it carefully, and wiped a small corner with some special water...

"Little eyebrow—"

Song Xuan smiled wryly, "I really can't find anything special about this thing. If there are no accidents, it's just an old handicraft and has no collection value."

Seeing Song Xuan say this, Yang Zimei was a little disappointed. Originally, she had hoped that he would see something.

Indeed, if she didn't look at this small iron tower with her celestial eyes, she wouldn't be able to see anything special about it.

"How do you deal with this thing?" Song Xuan looked at the small iron tower and asked Yang Zimei.

"Well, from the perspective of antiques, it is worthless, but I can use it to make utensils, so it is considered a treasure." Yang Zimei smiled.

Song Xuan looked at her and didn't say much, but took out a black wooden box from the counter, put the small iron tower in it, and handed it back to Yang Zimei.

"Thank you Mr. Song."

Yang Zimei was moved by his meticulousness, looked at Lin Qingmei, and found that she was holding a mirror again, but that mirror was just an ordinary mirror, not the phoenix weeping blood.

However, looking at her expression in the mirror, her gentle face was a little irritated, as if she couldn't find her roots.

"Sister Qingmei always wants to look in the mirror?" Yang Zimei asked Song Xuan.

Song Xuan smiled wryly and said, "I hid the phoenix weeping blood bronze mirror in the safe. Who knows, she actually smashed something into the safe last night, with a restless expression and a completely different person. I can't find that She looked in other mirrors anxiously, and finally calmed down a little after looking at the bronze mirror. It was normal during the day, but she only had to look at it occasionally."

(End of this chapter)