Chapter 1433 If You Don't Leave, I Won't Give up (41)

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"My sister is a god?"

Xiaoqian jumped down from Xuehu's arms, jumped into Yang Zimei's arms, lowered her head and sniffed around her neck, "It looks like it really does."

Yang Zimei didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Xiaoqian, you're a dog. If you sniff like this, you can tell if I'm a human or a god?"

"Sister, what you said is wrong. You also know that I have always had a sharper sense of smell than dogs."

Xiaoqian reached out and touched the skin of her cheek again, and poked the little cinnabar on her forehead with her finger, "Actually, Xuehu, I always feel that all her spiritual powers come from here."

Xuehu also nodded, "Indeed."

Yang Zimei dazedly reached out and touched his forehead, then smirked, "Are you talking about this place? It's too ridiculous. This is the scar from my previous injuries."

"Scars from smashed wounds? How is it possible? Sister, if smashed wounds can have such lovely and beautiful scars, I think many people would not mind smashing them."

Xiao Qian smiled.

Xuehu's azure blue pupils flashed, "What was it smashed by?"

"When I was a child, I was smashed by the jade bottle of the Guanyin statue in Master's Taoist Temple, and it knocked me out."

Yang Zimei thought of the first time she saw her master when she was a child, and her mood started to feel a little strange again.

"The jade bottle of Guanyin? After smashing it, it became like this?"

Xuehu pondered for a while and asked.

"Um."

"After smashing it, is there anything unusual?"

"I don't know what's different. Anyway, since then, I have a very good memory, and I have the eyes of the sky, and I can see the background of people's misfortunes and blessings, which is very strange."

Yang Zimei was also puzzled at this time.

You really won't be smashed by the jade bottle to create such a miracle, right?

It stands to reason that the jade bottle is just a clay sculpture, and it is not the jade bottle of the real Guanyin Bodhisattva. How can you smash yourself into it?

Xuehu approached her and looked down at her forehead.

The faint, gardenia-like fragrance emanating from his breath lingered on Yang Zimei's face, which was really comforting.

Yang Zimei blinked, looking at his blue and clear pupils, as if looking at the blue sky and white clouds.

Xuehu stretched out his slender and white fingers like works of art, touched her forehead lightly, and took it away quickly, with a clear expression on his face.

"What's wrong?"

Yang Zimei hurriedly asked, "I'm not going to rely on it for everything, right?"

"Um."

Xuehu nodded, reached out and touched her hair, "Even if you are not a descendant of the Protoss, you have the power of the Protoss."

"Really? Could it be that Master Guanyin smashed me on purpose that day?"

Yang Zimei took out her Phoenix Weeping Blood Mirror and looked at it carefully.

The cinnabar on his forehead is indeed a bit special, and it will definitely not be a scar.

It seems that it was really Guanyin who had pity on her being so miserable and displaced in her previous life, so she was chosen in this life, so that her life could be different and happier.

No matter what, being able to have the power of God and heal the snow lake is a happy thing.

As for hesitation, she is too lazy to think about it for now, she just wants to live every day.

Put away the mirror and take out the mirror that can see the soul.

The last time she took a self-portrait, her bloody soul from the previous life flashed in the mirror, so she never took a photo of herself again.

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