She had just finished practicing, and her five senses were particularly sensitive to touch. She seemed to be able to feel every slight movement in the surrounding area.
However, this unusually keen sense of touch only lasted for a few seconds before returning.
She looked around at the white mist and the east that was about to turn white, took out the copper coin sword over there, activated the charm on it, and poured the magic power into it.[
The copper coins on the sword were rustling——
The evil energy around them seemed to be under attack, and they unconsciously retreated a few steps away...
While waving the copper coin sword, she made seals with her fingers and recited the nine-character mantra:
"Those who come to fight with soldiers are all in front of them in formation."
The copper coin on the sword suddenly emitted a dazzling golden light, illuminating her clean face.
The sinister energy around them dispersed, and people fled in panic...
Yang Zimei put away the copper coin sword, the corners of her lips were slightly raised, and a look of pride appeared on her face.
Her magic power has gone a step further...
There shouldn't be much of a problem in dealing with the Weeping Blood Phoenix, right?
The fish belly in the East turned white, and a brilliant morning sun jumped out and fell on her body, giving her little white skirt a thin layer of golden light.
Facing the morning dew and morning light, she walked on the cold road with light steps, like a fairy on the waves, coming at a leisurely pace...
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When she returned to her home, she first entered her room.
The note on the table was still there, and the mattress was untouched. When I reached out and touched it, it felt cool, proving that no one had been there.
I haven’t seen Long Zhutian for two days!
What is he busy with?
When she thought of him, her heart seemed to be entangled with thousands of thin threads, and she couldn't get out.
He sighed, threw the note into the trash can, and started to open the closet to get clothes for a bath.
Seeing the three sets of black men's nightgowns hanging on the wardrobe, her heart moved softly, and she reached out to touch them gently.[
The silk was smooth, just like his wheat-colored skin.
She put the clothes under her nose and sniffed it gently. Unfortunately, the nightgown he wore had been washed by her, and she could only smell a faint smell of laundry detergent.
She put her clothes back in the corner of the closet, took out her school uniform and went in to take a shower.
When she came out of the shower, she heard her grandma knocking on the door and telling her to get up and go to school.
While wiping her wet hair with a large towel, she opened the door and walked out.
"You kid, why do you wash your hair in the morning again? If you do this often, you will easily get headaches when you get older." Grandma scolded.
"Grandma, it's okay. My hair is a little dirty, so I wash it. I won't dare to do it next time." Yang Zimei hugged her grandma's shoulders and said coquettishly.
"Go on, you keep saying every day that you will lie to grandma next time, but you fail every time, huh." Grandma gave her an angry look.
Yang Zimei stuck out his tongue.
She was also very helpless. She had to practice Qigong in the middle of the night every day. As soon as she practiced Qigong, the dirty air in her body was discharged, and she had to clean it.
However, since she is a Qigong practitioner, washing her hair every morning will cause her to suffer from head wind, which will not happen to her.
However, she likes to hear her grandma's caring nagging voice every day. For her who has experienced a lifetime of being without relatives and friends, it is a rare family affection and happiness.
"Sister, I have an exam tomorrow!" When Yang Zixi saw her, she pouted with a sad face, "This is my first exam at Nancheng Primary School. I'm afraid that if I don't do well, I will be teased by my classmates."
