Seeing Yang Zimei's body really getting smaller, the woman in black couldn't help but scold: "I wipe it! You really learned it, are you the legendary martial arts wizard?"
Yang Zimei smiled.
In the aspect of martial arts, as long as she wants to learn, almost all of them will learn, perhaps as Master said, it is a talent.
She has not been small enough now, so she has to continue to practice a few times, and finally shrink her body into a baby.
Seeing his short body, Yang Zimei couldn't help thinking of what he found when he was born back to five years old.
That feeling really intersects, so that she can't believe the fact of rebirth for a long time.
"My mother -in -law, how can you shrink better than me? It's too much, you will not teach you if you know it."
The woman in black murmured, "The diamond had to give me just now, otherwise I would lose money."
Yang Zimei ignored her and let herself slip.
Standing in front of the black woman who had restored the prototype, Yang Zimei looked so small. The woman in black giggled and lifted her feet slyly. "Do you believe that I can step on you?"
"If you dare, try it, I can definitely use a finger to poke you to death!"
Yang Zimei hummed coldly.
"whee!"
The woman in black suddenly smiled a few times, making Yang Zimei feel a bit wrong.
But at this time, she didn't have much time to think about her bad intention in her gangster, but to find the murals she just said.
Sure enough, it was her painting on the wall.
The long blue hair was tied to the silk belt that Xuehu gave her, and the legs were practiced with their eyes closed.
The tree on her head is also the tree in her house, with the gathered array around.
What is going on?
Who painted it?
This mural seems to have a long history. It adopts the Qin and Han style painting method.
"It's so strange. If I am not an atheist, I think you are reborn for thousands of years of evil, and this is your cave!"
The woman in black shook her head aside, "This is really the most incredible thing I met."
Yang Zimei doesn't hum.
After the rebirth, she had a lot of incredible things, and she was a little numb when she encountered strange things, but it still surprised her here. There were too many thoughts.
What she can't figure out is what the tomb should be as an existence.
What role she and Long Tian played in it.
"Is this just your little fox?"
The woman in black pointed at the little white shadow in the tree and asked.
Yang Zimei looked closely, and the eye circles were red again.
This is not ripples, but Xuehu.
Xuehu used to sit on the tree like this to see myself, and then give pointers to suggestions.
But looking at the self in this painting, the white mist lingers on the head, the degree of cultivation is not before the snow lake walks, nor is it a state that you can reach now.
Is the painting in the future?
Snow Lake finally returned?
Yang Zimei looked at the figure of Xuehu and missed it even more.
"Can you tell me, who are you?"
The woman in black looked at her complex face changes and frowned.
"Do you think I might tell someone of my identity that I can't even see my face?"
Yang Zimei asked indifferently.
"Haha, that's also the heart to prevent people, and I can't tell you who I am."
The woman in black didn't mind, but laughed.
I don't know if she is really open -minded or fake.