Chapter 460: Magical snow lake

Yang Zimei used sky eyes to observe the cause of the fire.
It wasn't a circuit fire, nor was it caused by a thunderstorm, but it was like someone deliberately set fire, because at the moment of the fire, she seemed to see a black figure rushing out.
As for who it was, she could not see clearly.
Her heavenly eyes could see some fragments fuzzyly.
She hurriedly pointed her fingers at the calculation, and sure enough, it was someone who deliberately set fire to it!
Min Yulin saw her, stood up with trembling legs, and walked towards Yang Zimei with extreme fatigue and regret: "Little eyebrow, I blame me for not listening to your advice, not paying attention to fire prevention from Feng Shui, today ... ... "
"Grandpa Min, are the antiques in you ruined?" Yang Zimei looked at Min Yulin's face that was more than ten years old and asked with concern.
"Most ruined."
After tears, Min Yulin said.
He took Yang Zimei to the antique transfer room.
I saw those antiques that had been preserved by Min Yulin very well, and many of them were scorched more than half, and even the three-legged tripod of the Shang Dynasty, which he loved most, were all black, which was really terrible.
Min Yulin looked, and that heart was bleeding again.
"Little girl, to this extent, I can recover." Xuehu in her arms frowned at Yang Zi.
"Really?" Yang Zimei was surprised.
"Well, I still have this kind of mana, you can support him and say that you can help him recover." Xuehu said.
Yang Zimei said to Min Yulin: "Grandpa Min, I can help you restore the spell to its original state, but you have to go outside to avoid it."
Min Yulin looked at her dubiously when he heard it, "Really?"
Yang Zi nodded, "You believe me."
"Xiaomei, what remuneration do you want?" Asked Min Yulin, accustomed to trading thinking.
"Little girl, you just need the clock." Xue Hu pointed to the side of the fist that was the size of a fist and had been burnt black. He couldn't see the age of the clock.
"Oh?"
Yang Zimei didn't understand why Xuehu wanted the clock by himself, but since it all said that, there must be a reason.
Yang Zimei pointed to the bell and said to Min Yulin faintly, "After the incident is over, you can give me that bell."
"This one?"
Min Yulin picked up the bell and said, "This thing is worthless. It was picked up by Xiao Gangzi from the antique market, not antique."
"It's okay, I like it." Yang Zimei said lightly.
Min Yulin thought she didn't really want to get paid, but just pointed at something at will to avoid embarrassment.
So he looked at her gratefully, "OK!"
"Then please ask Grandpa Min to go out and close the door."
Min Yulin went out and closed the door.
However, he wasn't convinced that everything that was burnt could be recovered with some spells? It's not catching gods or ghosts.
Xuehu jumped from Yang Zimei's arms, transforming into an adult shape, waving her long sleeves, and the entire room was enchanted. Even if there were golden eyes on the outside, the situation inside could not be seen.
It was really blinding to see Xue Lake's spotless white costume elegant look again.
Xuehu smiled at her, feeling that the entire darkened room was bright, like thousands of peach blossoms in full bloom.
This demon!
Yang Zimei muttered in his heart.
Snow Lake's fingers were imprinted, and a pale white light was emitted from his fingers, sweeping towards those charred antiques.
Sure enough, those antiques quickly recovered to their original state at a speed visible to the naked eye, even brighter than the original.
so amazing!