#1013 Tomb Lost Track (2)

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Seeing that Yang Zimei's body was really getting smaller, the woman in black couldn't help but scolded: "I wipe! You really learned it, are you the legendary martial arts genius?"

Yang Zimei smiled.

In terms of martial arts, as long as she wants to learn, she will learn almost all of them quickly, perhaps as the master said, it is because of her innate talent.

She hadn't shrunk enough yet, so she had to continue practicing a few times, and finally shrunk her body to the size of a baby.

Seeing his short body, Yang Zimei couldn't help but think of what he looked like when he found out that he was reborn back to when he was five years old.

That feeling was really mixed, and she couldn't believe the fact of rebirth for a long time.

"My dear mother, how can you shrink better than me? It's too much, I wouldn't teach you if I knew it earlier."

The woman in black muttered, "I have to give me that diamond just now, or I will lose a lot."

Yang Zimei ignored her and let herself slip over.

Standing in front of the black-clothed woman whose body had returned to its original shape, Yang Zimei looked so small, seeing the black-clothed woman giggling, she raised her foot slyly, "Do you believe that I can crush you with one foot?"

"Try it if you dare, I can definitely stab you to death with one finger!"

Yang Zimei snorted disdainfully.

"whee!"

The woman in black suddenly laughed slyly, making Yang Zimei feel that something was wrong.

But at this time, she didn't have much time to think about the malicious intentions in her cunning smile, but to look for the murals she just mentioned.

Sure enough, it was really her painted on the wall.

With long blue hair tied with the ribbon Xuehu gave her, she was practicing with her legs crossed and her eyes closed.

The tree above her head is also the tree in her house, surrounded by a gathering spirit formation.

What exactly is going on?

who drew it?

This mural also seems to have a long history, and it is painted in the Qin and Han styles.

"It's so strange. If I wasn't an atheist, I would have thought you were reborn from a thousand-year-old demon, and this is your cave!"

The woman in black shook her head, "This is the most incredible thing I have ever encountered."

Yang Zimei didn't hum.

After her rebirth, she encountered a lot of bizarre things, and she was a little numb when she encountered strange things, but it still surprised her again and again, and there were too many things she couldn't figure out.

What she can't figure out the most is what kind of existence this ancient tomb should be.

What role does she and Long Zhutian play in it?

"Is this just your little fox?"

The woman in black pointed to the little white shadow in the tree and asked.

Yang Zimei looked carefully, and the circles around her eyes were red again.

This is not a ripple, but a snow lake.

Xuehu used to sit on a tree like this, watching himself practice, and then giving advice.

But looking at the self in this painting, with white mist lingering on his head, the level of cultivation is not the level before Xuehu left, nor is it a realm that he can reach now.

Did you draw it later?

Snow Lake is finally back?

Yang Zimei looked at Xuehu's figure and missed it even more.

"Can you tell me who you are?"

The woman in black looked at her complicated facial changes and asked with a frown.

"You think I might reveal my identity to someone whose face I can't even see?"

Yang Zimei asked indifferently.

"Haha, that's also true, it's essential to be defensive, and it's impossible for me to tell you who I am."

The woman in black actually didn't mind, but smiled instead.

I don't know if she is really open-minded or fake.

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