Zhuge Mingzhu looked at the original grandfather with heartache and became like this, grabbing his hand and shouting.
Grandpa Zhuge ignored his call, as if entering the state of forgetfulness.
Seeing him like this, Yang Zimei felt very wrong. He was worried that he entered the state of getting into the magic, so he took out the silver needle and sealed his Tiantan acupoint.
Grandpa Zhuge's acupuncture points were blocked, his consciousness was unclear, and he fell asleep on the desktop.
Zhuge Mingzhu was shocked, and asked Yang Zimei blame, "What did you do to my grandpa?"
"Just sealed his acupoints, Uncle Zhuge, don't worry."
As Yang Zimei said, he entered Grandpa Zhuge's vitality.
Grandpa Zhuge's body was hollowed out at this time, and it was no wonder that it would be so fast.
Yang Zimei's vitality was noted in the smoothness of him, supplemented the various deficiencies in his body, and then helped him to relieve his acupuncture point and wake him up.
He opened his eyes, looked at Yang Zimei a little confused, and looked at Zhuge Mingzhu.
"Grandpa, what are you?"
Zhuge Mingzhu asked anxiously.
"What about my puppet? I want to continue to calculate her."
Grandpa Zhuge looked at the empty desktop and asked hurriedly.
"Grandpa, don't forget it, you are all going to the demon."
Zhuge Mingzhu regrets that the intestines are green, "She is not an ordinary person, the numerology is strange, not what our mortals can calculate."
When Zhuge Mingzhu saw Yang Zimei's vitality to Grandpa, he understood that she was definitely not an ordinary person.
Even if ordinary people are talented, it is impossible to break the cultivation of their Zhuge family, inject their vitality into Grandpa's body, and restore the normality of the grandfather who was originally angry.
How can such people's numerology be counted?
Grandpa Zhuge was settled, and looked at Yang Zi's eyebrows for a while, nodded, "Yes. You are originally the existence of the sky, you can't deduce the numerology."
Yang Zi smiled bitterly and didn't speak anymore.
"Very good!"
Seeing Grandpa finally gave up the numerology for Yang Zimei, Zhuge Mingzhu was relieved.
Grandpa Zhu Ge stood up, and just saw Yang Zimei's peach wood cards that accidentally exposed his neck. He was slightly surprised, and he also found a peach wood card from his body.
Seeing another peach wood, Yang Zimei was overjoyed, and couldn't wait to ask, "Grandpa, can this peach wood card give me?"
"Let me show me first."
Grandpa Zhuge looked at her.
Yang Zimei unbuttoned the peach card on the neck and handed it to Grandpa Zhuge.
Grandpa Zhuge looked at it very seriously, then turned back and opened a drawer, and took out a book with a slightly old cover from it.
Seeing this book, Yang Zimei was surprised slightly.
This seems like the book that he had borrowed from Song Xuan at the beginning. There was no text. Only the books of the picture were exactly the same, but the book seemed to be more disabled.
Grandpa Zhuge opened the pages, and the illustrations inside were exactly the same.
"Grandpa, I have seen this book, and was stolen later."
Yang Zimei took the book over and turned to the last page. The latter was still the man who looked like Longtian. He wore a mirror on his waist and wore a mirror.
In the end, it was also the map with the tomb.
However, the age of reading this book seems to be longer than Song Xuan's book.