Yang Zimei reached out and touched his heart, picked up the map, and looked at the light.
Just a thick sheepskin, you can't see something special.
Why can this welcome effect?
The more she thought about it, she picked up the dagger and scraped it gently on the edge of the map. She wanted to scrape it and take a look.
Although the dagger can't cut iron like mud, it is also very sharp.
However, it is impossible to scratch a seam on this sheepskin.
How is this possible?
Yang Zimei strengthened.
The sheepskin map is still motionless, and it is not possible to have half damage at all.
With her skills, even if there is an iron in front of her, she can cut in half.
What kind of material is this made?
Did you think that sheepskin did something wrong before?
She couldn't help but hold the map to find Xuehu.
Xuehu was sitting in front of the mirror, there was no easy Rong, the wig on his head also took it down, dazed in the mirror.
The scorching black on his head is still ugly.
He has always been faint, and he has a lot of tangles at this moment.
"Snow Lake-"
Yang Zimei walked over and called him.
Xuehu hurriedly put on the wigs on her head, turned to face her, pouting, "Girl, are you here?"
"Um."
Yang Zimei looked at his head, "In front of me, it doesn't matter if you don't need to wear wigs, I don’t feel ugly at all."
Xuehu smiled, reached out to touch her head, and asked softly, "Can't sleep?"
"Um."
Yang Zimei nodded, "I feel that time is very sad."
"The mood is always so difficult, you can rest assured, he will definitely come back."
Snow lake talked lightly.
"Well, I also believe."
Yang Zimei nodded.
"He is back, and I have to become a fox again. It's just a fox with a scorched head. It is really ugly and can't wear a wig."
Xuehu reached out and touched her head.
Looking at him helplessly, Yang Zimei understood what he was struggling with the mirror.
It turned out that he was struggling to become a fox that could not cover the scorching.
"Xuehu, don't become a fox, that's it."
Yang Zimei looked at him, "Just like this, okay?"
"It's definitely not good!"
Xuehu's eyes looked at her with a spoiled expression, "He will be jealous."
"Joined jealousy, jealous is good for human health."
Yang Zimei's anger, "This can only prove that he is a little gas."
"Hehe, it is not to prove that he is a small spirit, but it only shows that he cares too much about you. There is not much time to get along with you, and you do n’t really know each other.
Once you have a gap with him, you will be very unhappy. I don't want to see any unhappy you, otherwise, I have no meaning to exist. "
Xuehu laughed.
Listening to this, Yang Zimei's heart was flowing up, full of movement, the eyes were red.
She is really lucky. She can have friends such as Xuehu.
And she never thought about his grievances before.
"Snow Lake-"
She reached out and pulled Xuehu's long and white, completely a hand of artwork, and looked at him seriously, "Xuehu, am I too selfish to you?"
"Really stupid girl!"
Xuehu's hand was pulled over from her hand, and she touched her head again. "Selfishness is selfish, I like it."