Chapter 744: Can't look in the portrait mirror (12)

The two felt very harmonious.
Because Lan Yaya is a four-column full-yin, she can't see if her marriage is tied to Luo Yinghao.
However, Luo Yinghao is much stronger than Luo Ying. Lan Yaya should not suffer as much as Xia Mo.
Who knows, in the future, Lan Yaya is a hundred times more bumpy than Xia Mo.
"Come on!"
A maid in a maid costume came in holding the tray, and served a variety of dishes with a variety of colors and fragrances, and saw Luo Yinghao's index finger move.
"I really want to stay here for a lifetime, so that I can eat Sadako's changing dishes every day, which is really amazing."
Luo Yinghao shouted.
He was with Yang Zimei that day, and saw Zhenzi dug from the ground.
At the beginning, he thought about Sadako's identity as a living dead, but he still kept a few separators for her, and he felt a little inappropriate to eat her dishes.
But when he saw that Yang Zimei and others were eating unscrupulously, and Zhengzi looked like a living person, he put aside the psychological burden.
"You leave today."
Yang Zimei took a bite of her grandmother's soup and said, "It's not that I won't take you in, but that you've lived here for two days, and staying there is not good for your health, but you are extremely vigorous."
"Well, I'll just leave. Really, I've never seen anyone like this mercilessly ordering customers."
Luo Yinghao muttered dissatisfied as he ate something in his mouth, "Why can I stay long? And I can't?"
"Yaya's situation is different from yours. She is full of four pillars and you are full of four pillars." Yang Zimei explained.
"Then we are together, isn't it just the reconciliation of yin and yang?" Luo Yinghao said unconsciously.
The speaker is unintentional, and the listener is attentive.
After all, Lan Yaya was fifteen years old and she was a simple little girl without love. When she heard Luo Yinghao's words containing extremely ambiguous words, her face was like red tomato sauce, and it burned to the ears, and choked rice.
Luo Yinghao also found that he was wrong, and scratched his hair slightly awkwardly, "Little girl, I don't mean anything, don't get me wrong, just talk casually, don't be shy."
As he said, Lan Yaya's face turned redder.
Looking at Lan Yaya's lowered red face, it looked like a shy water lotus, and Luo Yinghao's heartstrings seemed to be gently dialed by someone, a sudden move.
He also bowed his head to eat in a muffled manner.
The atmosphere between the two was extremely ambiguous.
After eating, Luo Yinghao left the house, Lan Yaya hid back to the room to review the exam.
Yang Zimei took the book retrieved from Song Xuan Office to Xiao Qian.
"Sister, I have a hunch, you have to find these fourteen mahogany cards in order to enter that ancient tomb with your brother day by day, otherwise it will be futile."
Xiao Qian opened the picture album.
"I have this premonition, but we can only see four Taomu cards and ten. I don't know if they are still in the world. It is really sad."
"I think that everything has its destiny. The gear of fate falls on you. What you are looking for will sooner or later be found. Don't be too anxious, waiting for chance."
Xiao Qian comforted her, "Anyway, there is still a lot of time, so don't be in a hurry."
Yang Zi nodded his head and looked at the portrait that looked like a dragon to the sky. "His ancestors looked so much like him! They just drew to him."
"Yeah, it's too much!"
Xiao Qianrao said with interest, "Every day my brother would be exactly the same if he put on this armor."
Human appearance is hereditary, but can it be inherited so many thousands of years apart?
It's strangely dead.