Chapter 220

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the stall owners of Brunei street, especially the book on Wednesday, were full of gratitude for Yang Zimei. They felt that she was indeed a disciple of song Xuan. She was beautiful and kind-hearted. Looking at her graceful figure, they immediately felt that she was extremely magnificent.

In fact, Yang Zimei is a cheap and good seller!

She not only helped him to avoid the tragedy of the previous life, but also let herself get the tower with mysterious feeling, and set up her brilliant image of a kind person. Why not kill three birds with one stone?

When she came to Mo Xuan, what she saw was still the warm picture of the harmony between the zither and the zither.

"Mr. Song, sister Qingmei --"

with the small iron tower in her hand, she walked in and cried sweetly.

"Why is Xiaomei so early today?" Song Xuan saw it. There was more light in his warm eyes.

"I just have nothing to do today. Come and see sister Qingmei earlier." Yang Zimei looked at Lin Qingmei's beautiful face. On the surface, she couldn't see anything strange. Her face was fine, but the black spirit was gathering in her eyebrows. She could see that evil spirit was smiling at her strangely and sombrely.

"Thank you, Xiaomei." Lin Qingmei looked at the copper sword in her hand with joy. "Does Xiaomei want to help me ward off evil spirits

"It's not the time." Yang Zimei looked at the small iron tower in his hand and said, "because I'm not sure, I have to raise this Qiankun sword for a long time."

"Well, it's OK. Take your time." Lin Qingmei is open-minded, "sister, I believe you can do it."

Looking at Lin Qingmei's quiet face, Yang Zimei nodded.

When song Xuan saw the small iron tower in her hand, her eyes lit up, "Xiao Mei, have you found something good again? Let me see. "

"I don't know if it's a good thing. Mr. Song, you have good eyesight. Help me see if I can find something good this time." Yang Zimei also wants to know, what is the origin of the little iron tower that gives her strange feeling.

Song Xuan took over the tower, looked at it carefully, frowned, and then took out the magnifying glass to examine it carefully. He also used some special water to wipe a small corner

"Xiaomei --"

Song Xuan said with a wry smile, "I really can't find anything special about this thing. If there is no accident, it's just an old handicraft, and it has no collection value."

Seeing song Xuan saying this, Yang Zimei was a little disappointed. She had expected him to see what he could see.

Indeed, the little tower, if she did not look at it with the eye of heaven, could not see anything special.

"What are you going to do with it?" Song Xuan looks at the small iron tower and asks Yang Zimei.

"Well, from an antique point of view, it's worthless, but I can use it to make utensils. It's a treasure." Yang Zimei said with a smile.

Song Xuan looked at her, but did not say much. Instead, he took out a black wooden box from the counter, put the small iron tower in it, and handed it back to Yang Zimei.

"Thank you, Mr. Song."

Yang Zimei was moved by his delicacy. Looking at Lin Qingmei, she found that she was holding a mirror again. However, the mirror was just an ordinary mirror, not the Phoenix weeping blood.

However, looking at her look in the mirror, her gentle face has a bit of irritability, as if there is a feeling that there is no root.

"Sister Qingmei always wants to look in the mirror?" Yang Zimei asked song Xuan.

Song Xuan said with a wry smile, "I hid the Phoenix bloody bronze mirror in the safe. Who knows, she smashed the safe with something last night. She was so restless that she completely changed into another person. Unable to find the bronze mirror, she anxiously looked at the other mirrors, looked at several times, and then slightly settled down. It's normal during the day, but only occasionally. "

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