Chapter 1167

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snow lake pushes away the room where he used to live.

All the furnishings were as old as ever, and the windows were clean and spotless. Even the clothes he had put on the chair before he left were still the same, as if he had never left.

This makes his heart full of warm feelings.

"Little girl --"

snow lake's mouth gently angry, "unexpectedly waiting for me like this."

"Well."

Yang Zimei nodded on one side and said slightly aggrieved, "every day, as long as I am at home, I will come here to have a look, sit down, and hope to see the figure of you coming back, but you, a bad guy, have clearly escaped the disaster, but have refused to come back."

Snow lake looked at her deeply, "little girl, I am a little tired, you go out first, let me have a rest."

"OK."

Yang Zimei also knew that he had something to tidy up, so he had to close the door and go out.

See the door closed, snow lake came to the mirror, took off the hat on his head.

Looking at the scorched black above his forehead, he had an impulse to smash his head.

"Little girl, I really hate this look, I really hope I will never see you, let you keep my beautiful image in your mind. Now, I become so ugly, you really don't gradually hate me? "

Snow Lake reached out and gently touched the burnt rotten place on his head and looked at himself in the mirror with suspicious eyes.

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Yang Zimei leaves the room of snow lake.

How could she not understand snow lake's mind?

But she can't think how, like snow lake, such a profound Road, life after thousands of years of demon, how can not break their own face?

How do you still have a grudge against your face being destroyed?

I don't even want to face myself.

In fact, the snow lake itself does not care about the destruction of her face, but the fear of leaving an imperfect image in her heart.

"Master --"

Zhenzi walked forward and asked her, "does Mr. Snow Lake need anything else?"

"No more."

Yang Zimei looked at Zhenzi and said, "the snow lake is back. After that, you don't need to clean his room. He doesn't like the approach of strangers. When you see him, you can avoid it. "

"Yes, master."

Zhen Zi answers cleverly.

"Is the coffin made of lather?"

"Yes, according to the master's command, it was put in the yard. However, master, Zhenzi has something that she doesn't understand. Why does the master take back a coffin? Is there anything special about this? "

Zhen Zi inquires curiously.

"The coffin is made of rare and precious Lathyrus Glauber, which is equivalent to the price of gold. The most important thing is that it has no market. You say, can I let go of such a baby? "

Yang Zimei looked at her and said.

"Yes, master."

Zhen Zi didn't know the geomancy knowledge, and didn't know the use of lather red salt.

Since the host said precious, then she had a good protection.

It is estimated that Xiaoqian Lianyi is hungry, and she should miss Zhenzi's cooking. Yang Zimei tells her to go to the kitchen to prepare.

Sadako leaves.

Yang Zimei returned to her room and habitually looked at the bed.

The bed was tidy and clean, and there was no one she expected to be there, whether it was master or dragon.

She sat down on the soft couch beside her and took out the gold plate with only the Golden Dragon.

The Golden Dragon on the gold plate is lying quietly.

She printed the mahogany card on it

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