Chapter 220: Lin Qingmei who constantly looks in the mirror

The stall owners on Brunei Street, especially Wednesday Book, are full of gratitude to Yang Zimei, and feel that she is indeed a disciple of Song Xuan. She is beautiful and kind. Looking at her dying back, she feels incomparable for a long time. Wei Guangzheng.
In fact, Yang Zimei was cheap and well behaved!
She not only helped Wednesday book, let him avoid the tragedy of the previous life, but also allowed herself to get the iron tower with mysterious induction, which further established her image of a brilliant and kind person. How about it?
When she came to Moxuan, she still saw the warm and harmonious picture of Qinther and her heart warmed.
"Mr. Song, sister Qingmei—"
Holding the little iron tower in her palm, she walked in and cried sweetly.
"Why is Xiaomei so early today?" Song Xuan saw, and there was a touch of light under Wenrun's eyes.
"I just have nothing to do today. Come over and see Sister Qingmei earlier." Yang Zimei looked at Lin Qingmei's good-looking face. On the surface, she didn't see any abnormalities, and her face was okay. Condensing, she could see the evil spirit smiling strangely at her with her eyes.
"Thank Xiaomei—" Lin Qingmei looked at the bronze coin sword in her hand with joy, "Does Xiaomei want to help me drive away evil?"
"The time is not enough." Yang Zimei looked at the small iron tower in his hand and said, "Because I don't have much grasp, I have to raise this Qiankun sword again for a while."
"Well, it's okay, take your time." Lin Qingmei was open-minded. "Sister believes you can do it."
Looking at Lin Qingmei's calm face, Yang Zi nodded.
Song Xuan saw her little iron tower in her hand, her eyes lit up, "Little eyebrow, 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. Let me see if I can find something good this time." Yang Zimei also wanted to know. The small iron tower in her hand that gave her strange induction, in the end What's the origin.
Song Xuan picked up the small iron tower, looked closely, and frowned, then took out the magnifying mirror to look carefully, and wiped a little corner with some special water ...
"Little brow--"
Song Xuan smiled bitterly, "I can't find anything special about this thing. Without accidents, it's just an old handicraft and it has no collectible value."
Seeing Song Xuan saying so, Yang Zimei was a little disappointed, and she had hoped that he could see what.
Indeed, this little iron tower, if she did not look at it with her eyes, could not see anything special.
"What do you do with this thing?" Song Xuan asked Yang Zimei looking at the small iron tower.
"Well, from an antique point of view, it is worthless, but I can use it as a magic weapon," said Yang Zimei with a smile.
Song Xuan looked at her and didn't say much, but took a black wooden box from the counter, put the small iron tower in, and handed it back to Yang Zimei.
"Thank you Mr. Song."
Yang Zimei was touched by his meticulousness, looked at Lin Qingmei and found that she was holding the mirror again, but the mirror was just an ordinary mirror, not the phoenix crying blood.
However, looking at her look in the mirror, Wen Wan's face was a little irritable, as if there was a sense of no root.
"Sister Qingmei always wants to look in the mirror?" Yang Zimei asked Song Xuan.
Song Xuan smiled bitterly, "I hide the phoenix crying blood bronze mirror in the safe. Who knows, she actually smashed the safe with something last night. That anxious expression completely turned into another person. I couldn't find that Faced with a bronze mirror, she looked anxiously at the other mirrors, and after a few shots, she settled down a bit. It was normal during the day, but only occasionally. "