Chapter 460 Magical Snow Lake

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Yang Zimei observed the cause of the fire with his heavenly eyes.

It wasn't the circuit that caught fire, or the thunder that set off the fire, but that someone set the fire deliberately, because at the moment the fire started, she seemed to see a black figure swept out.

As for who it was, she couldn't see clearly.

Her heavenly eyes could see some fragments vaguely.

She hurriedly pinched her fingers to calculate, and sure enough, it was a hexagram that someone deliberately set fire to it!

Seeing her, Min Yulin stood up with trembling legs, walked towards Yang Zimei extremely tired and weak, and said with a remorse: "Xiaomei, it's all my fault that I didn't listen to your advice and pay attention to preventing fire from feng shui, today... …”

"Grandpa Min, have your antiques been destroyed?" Yang Zimei asked with concern, looking at Min Yulin's suddenly aged face.

"Half ruined."

After Min Yulin finished speaking, she burst into tears.

He took Yang Zimei to the room where the antiques were transferred.

I saw that most of the antiques that were originally well preserved by Min Yulin were burnt, and even his most beloved three-legged tripod of the Shang Dynasty was completely black, which was really appalling.

Min Yulin watched, his heart was bleeding again.

"Little girl, at this level, I can recover." Xuehu in his arms said to Yang Zimei.

"Really?" Yang Zimei was surprised.

"Well, I still have this kind of mana. You can let him go and say that you can help him recover." Xuehu said.

Yang Zimei said to Min Yulin, "Grandpa Min, I can help you restore your original state with a spell, but you have to go outside to avoid it."

When Min Yulin heard this, he looked at her dubiously, "Really?"

Yang Zimei nodded, "You can trust me."

"Xiaomei, what do you want?" asked Min Yulin, who was accustomed to trading thinking.

"Little girl, you need that bell." Xuehu pointed to the bell next to him, which was only about the size of a fist and had been burned to a blackness.

"Oh?"

Yang Zimei didn't understand why Xuehu wanted that clock by himself, but since it said so, there must be a reason.

Yang Zimei pointed at the clock and said to Min Yulin indifferently, "After this is done, you can give me the clock as a reward."

"this?"

Min Yulin picked up the clock and said, "This thing is worthless. It was picked up by Xiao Gangzi from the antique market, not an antique."

"It's okay, I just like it." Yang Zimei said lightly.

Min Yulin thought she didn't really want the reward, but just pointed something at random to avoid being embarrassed.

Therefore, he looked at her gratefully and said, "Okay!"

"Then ask Grandpa Min to go out and close the door."

Min Yulin walked out and closed the door.

However, he doesn't quite believe it. How can something that has been burned can be recovered with some magic? It's not chasing ghosts.

Xuehu jumped down from Yang Zimei's arms and transformed into a human figure. With a wave of his long sleeves, the entire room was enchanted. Even if there were bright eyes outside, he could not see the interior.

Seeing Xuehu's spotless white clothes flowing elegantly again, I was really blinded.

Xuehu smiled at her, feeling that the entire slightly dark room had become brighter, like thousands of peach blossoms in full bloom.

This monster!

Yang Zimei murmured in her heart.

Xuehu's fingers were imprinted, and a pale white light shot from his fingers, sweeping towards the scorched antiques.

Sure enough, those antiques quickly returned to their original state at a speed visible to the naked eye, even brighter than before.

so amazing!

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