Chapter 756: Peachwood card (7)

"Little eyebrow, how can you associate with someone who knows nothing?" Song Xuan asked the elder's face, "Don't you be afraid he is not in danger to you?"
Yang Zimei smiled. "There is nothing terrible. I believe that even if the whole world would hurt me, he would not."
Song Xuan looked at her beloved face, believing that she could not help but feel sad.
"Mr. Song, sister Qingmei did the same to you."
Yang Zimei caught the sadness on his face and smiled.
Song Xuan thought for a moment, but also relieved.
Yes, even if the whole world hurts him, he believes his wife will not hurt him.
If you have such a love, why bother envying others?
"By the way, Mr. Song, I still have something for you."
Yang Zimei thought of the ancient mirror that could only reflect the soul.
Because the mirror was related to the portrait, she was always carried in the bag without being stolen.
If you put it in a drawer that day, it will probably disappear together.
She is really envious of Xuehu's space ring. She can store her stuff without any trace. No one can steal it, and she can take it with her. Take whatever you want.
Unfortunately, I am not an immortal or a demon. It is estimated that I will never have a space ring. I can only carry a bag full of objects with me every day.
She took the ancient mirror out of the bag and handed it to Song Xuan. "Mr. Song, look at this mirror."
Song Xuan picked up the mirror and looked at the pattern on the back of the mirror. "This should be a mirror made during the Qin Dynasty. However, this shape is different from what I usually see. It's a bit special."
He opened the mirror and shot it unconsciously, with a strange expression on his face.
He took a picture of the tea cup on the table, and then took a picture of himself.
Seeing that Song Xuan, who had always been calm, showed that extremely surprised expression, Yang Zimei felt very funny, and he didn't say the strangeness of breaking the mirror, so he looked at him with doubts.
He took a mirror and looked at Yang Zi's eyebrows, and found her portrait in the mirror, and looked at him in doubt, a look of almost collapse.
There was sweat on his forehead, and the hand holding the mirror was slightly squinted. "Little eyebrow, I ... am I going to die?"
"Mr. Song's appearance and numerology can live to at least 80 years old."
Yang Zimei smiled.
Song Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, "Then ... why can't I be seen in the mirror?"
"Because it's a witch mirror, you can't see a portrait. Mr. Song, don't be nervous, this will happen, not just you."
Yang Zimei explained.
"Then how can you see it?"
Song Xuan pointed her at the mirror and asked in confusion.
"Because I am a witch."
Yang Zi frowned, "Can't you look at the weird mirror of the portrait. Have you seen any relevant records?"
Song Xuan repeatedly looked at such a mirror in his hand, "I never saw from any books that there are mirrors that can't look at portraits. But strangely, I always feel that this mirror looks familiar and looks like what it is Places have seen average. "
"Well, it's very similar to the mirror on the armor that looks like my boyfriend's portrait, and I checked it too."