Chapter 214

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Yang Zimei let out her last breath and stood up.

She had just finished practicing, and her five senses were particularly sensitive to the touch, as if she could feel every slight movement in the radius.

However, this unusually acute sense of touch only lasted for a few seconds and then returned.

She looked around at the white mist around her, looked at the east that was about to turn white, took out the copper coin sword over there, activated the spell on it, and poured the mana into it.

The copper coins on the sword rustled—

The Yin evil spirit around him seemed to be attacked, and he unknowingly stayed away for a few battles...

While waving a copper coin sword, she made a seal with her fingers, and said the nine-character mantra in her mouth:

"Following, soldiers, fighting, people, all, formation, fierce, in, before"

The copper coins on the sword suddenly rose into a dazzling golden glow, illuminating her clean face.

The yin and evil spirits around him dissipated, panicking and fleeing...

Yang Zimei put away the copper coin sword, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and a smug look appeared on his face.

Her mana goes one step further...

It shouldn't be a big problem to deal with that weeping blood phoenix, right?

Dongfang's fish belly turned white, and a splendid morning light jumped out and projected on her body, smearing her little white skirt with a thin layer of golden light.

Facing the morning light of the morning dew, she stepped on a light pace and walked on the cold road, like Fairy Lingbo, she came every step of the way...

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Back at her own home, she first entered her own room.

The note on the table is still there, and the mattress has not been moved. I reached out to touch it, and it was cold, proving that no one had come.

It's been two days without seeing Long Zhutian!

What is he up to?

When she thought of him, her heart seemed to be entangled by thousands of thin threads, and she couldn't get out of it.

With a sigh, he threw the note into the trash can, and started to open the closet to get his clothes and take a bath.

Seeing the three sets of black men's nightgown hanging on the wardrobe, her heart moved softly again, and she reached out to touch it gently.

Silky smooth, like his wheat-colored skin.

She put the clothes under her nose and sniffed it lightly, but unfortunately, the nightgown he wore was washed by her, and she could only smell the faint smell of laundry detergent.

She put the clothes back in the corner of the closet, took out her school uniform and went to take a shower.

When I came out of the shower, I heard my grandmother knocking on the door and calling her to get up and go to school.

She opened the door and walked out while wiping her wet hair with a large towel.

"Why do you wash your hair again in the morning? You often do this. When you get old, you will easily get headaches." Grandma said angrily.

"Grandma, it's okay, my hair is a little dirty, so I wash it, I won't dare next time." Yang Zimei put her arms around her shoulders and said coquettishly.

"Go on, you keep saying every day that you will lie to grandma next time, but you can't do it every time, hum." Grandma gave her an angry look.

Yang Zimei stuck out his tongue.

She was also very helpless. She had to practice every night in the middle of the night. Once she practiced, the filthy qi in her body would be expelled, so she had to clean it up.

However, she is a practitioner, and she will get headaches when she washes her hair every morning. For her, it will not happen.

However, she likes to hear her grandmother's caring nagging voices for her every day, which is a rare family affection and happiness for her who has experienced no relatives and no support in her life.

"Sister, I have an exam tomorrow!" As soon as Yang Zixi saw her, she pouted with a sad face, "This is my first exam at Nancheng Elementary School. I'm afraid that I will be laughed at by my classmates if I fail the exam."