Chapter 1433: If you don't leave, I won't give up (41)

"Sister is a Protoss?"
Xiao Qian jumped down from Xuehu's arms, jumped into Yang Zimei's arms, bowed his head and sniffed on her neck, "it looks really like it."
Yang Zimei couldn't laugh or cry, "Xiao Qian, you are a dog. If you smell like this, you can smell whether I am human or god?"
"Sister, you're wrong, you know, I always have a more sensitive smell than dogs."
Xiao Qian reached out and touched the skin of her cheek again, and her fingers poke the bit of cinnabar on her forehead. "Actually, Xuehu, I always think that all her spiritual power comes from here."
Snow Lake nodded, "It's true."
Yang Zimei stretched out his hand and touched his forehead blankly, smirking, "You're talking here? It's too ridiculous, this is the scar left by my previous smash."
"Scarred scar? How is that possible? Sister, if a scar can have such a lovely and beautiful scar, I don't think many people would mind it."
Xiao Qian smiled.
Xuehu's azure blue pupils blinked. "What was it?"
"It was when I was young that I was smashed by the Yujing bottle of the Guanyin statue in Master Taoist Temple, and I was fainted at the time."
When Yang Zimei thought of seeing Master for the first time as a child, his mood started to be a little different.
"Yuanjing Bottle of Guanyin? After smashing it, it will become like this?"
Xuehu pondered for a moment and asked.
"Ok."
"Is there anything unusual after smashing?"
"I don't know what's so strange, anyway, since then, I have a particularly good memory, and I have a sky eye, and I can see the background of people and evil, it's strange."
Yang Zimei was also confused at this moment.
I really wouldn't be smashed by that jade bottle, and it would be so amazing?
It stands to reason that the jade bottle, which is just a clay sculpture, is not the real jade bottle of the Guanyin Bodhisattva, how can you break yourself up?
Xuehu approached her and looked down at her forehead.
The light, fragrant, gardenia-like fragrance that lingered between his nose lingered on Yang Zimei's face, which was really comfortable.
Yang Zimei blinked, looking at his clear blue eyes, as if looking at the blue sky and white clouds.
Xuehu stretched out his long, fair-skinned, art-like fingers, gently touched her forehead, and quickly took it away, a clear expression appeared on her face.
"what happened?"
Yang Zimei hurriedly asked, "Isn't everything in it trusted?"
"Ok."
Xuehu nodded and reached out and touched her hair. "Even if you are not a descendant of the Protoss, you have the power of the Protoss."
"Really? Did the Guanyin Master deliberately hit me that day?"
Yang Zimei took out her phoenix crying blood mirror and looked at it very carefully.
The cinnabar on his forehead is indeed a bit special, and it is definitely not a scar.
It seems that the Guanyin prince really felt so miserable for her last life, so this life chose her so that her life could be different and happier.
In any case, being able to have the power of God and be able to heal Snow Lake is a pleasant thing.
As for the uncle, she was too lazy to think about it for now, and just wanted to have a good day.
Put away the mirror and take out the mirror that can see the soul.
The last time she took a photo, her soul from the last life flashed in the mirror, so she never took a picture of herself again.