"Little eyebrows, how can you associate with people who know nothing?" Song Xuan asked with his elders's face, "Aren't you afraid of what danger he is on you?"
Yang Zimei laughed, "There is nothing terrible. I believe that even people all over the world will hurt me, he won't."
Song Xuan looked at her face of love, and couldn't help giving birth to a bit of sourness.
"Mr. Song, Sister Qingmei is like this for you." [[
Yang Zimei captured the sadness on his face and said with a smile.
Song Xuan thought for a moment, and it was relieved.
Yes, even if the whole world hurts him, he believes that his wife will not hurt him.
I have such love, why should I envy others?
"By the way, Mr. Song, I still have something to show you."
Yang Zimei thought of the ancient mirror that could only be shown in the soul.
Because this mirror is related to the portrait, she has been bringing in the bag with her without being stolen.
If it is placed in the drawer that day, it is estimated that it will disappear together.
She really enviouss the space ring of Xuehu. She can storage her things without traces. No one can steal it, and she can carry it with her. What do you want?
Unfortunately, you are not a immortal or demon. It is estimated that you will never have a space ring. You can only carry a bag full of objects every day every day.
From the bag, she took out the ancient mirror and handed it to Song Xuan, "Mr. Song, look at this mirror."
Song Xuan picked up the mirror and looked at the pattern behind the mirror. "This should be a mirror made in the Qin Dynasty. However, this shape is different from what I usually see."
He turned on the mirror and looked unconsciously, showing strange expressions on his face.
He took the tea cup on the desktop and took pictures of himself.
Seeing that Song Xuan, who had always been calm, showed the extremely surprised expression, Yang Zimei felt very fun, and didn't say the strangeness of breaking the mirror, and looked at him in doubt.
He took the mirror and looked at Yang Zi's eyebrows, found her portrait in the mirror, and looked at himself in doubt, and she was about to collapse.
His forehead was sweaty, and his hand holding his mirror was slightly stubborn, "Little eyebrows, I ... am I going to die?"
"Looking at Mr. Song's face and numerology, you can at least live to 80 years old."
Yang Zimi said with a smile. [
Song Xuan relieved slightly, "So ... how could I not be illuminated in the mirror?"
"Because this is a witch mirror, there is no portrait, Mr. Song, don't be nervous, this happens, not just you."
Yang Zimei explained.
"Then how can you see it?"
Song Xuan gave her the mirror again and asked in confusion.
"Because I am a witch."
Yang Zimei 呲, "Can't see the weird mirror of portrait, have you seen related records?"
Song Xuan watched such a mirror repeatedly, "I never saw from any book that there were any mirrors that could not be seen in portraits.
I have seen the place where it is normal. ""
"Well, and the armor wearing armor, it looks like the mirror wearing the portrait of my boyfriend is very similar, I also compared it."