Reborn genius girl fortune teller

Chapter 487 The Third Disaster

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"Xuehu, did someone cut your end?"

Seeing Xuehu's slightly disheveled short hair, very Korean and fashionable, Yang Zimei couldn't help but reach out to rub it.

"No."

With a flick of Xuehu's head, his knee-length black hair appeared again.

Yang Zimei looked around nervously, but luckily no one was there.

Xuehu smiled and reached out to scrape her little nose, "I'm so stupid, except you, no one else can see my long hair."

"Oh." Yang Zimei rubbed his nose, looked at the general Mo Xie sword in his hand, and said with a sigh of relief: "I really didn't expect, Xuehu, you are a rich man, and I will have nothing to worry about in the future."

"Hey, do you realize my benefits now?"

Xuehu smiled slyly.

"Yeah, your benefits are really great." Yang Zimei nodded.

A hint of melancholy flashed across Xuehu's blue pupils, "However, girl, I'm leaving you for a while."

Yang Zimei's heart sank, "Why? Don't you want to stay with me anymore?"

"No, I'm about to face the third catastrophe of transforming from a demon into a human form! I have to find a place to escape." Xuehu looked at her and said, "After the catastrophe is over, I will naturally return to you. Be your pet."

Looking at his face, Yang Zimei suddenly felt very sad.

These days, she is used to the little fox in Xuehu jumping around in her arms.

Now, it is leaving again!

A feeling of fear of parting quickly spread like a weed in my heart.

"You should be able to survive this catastrophe, right?" Yang Zimei asked worriedly.

Xuehu reached out and rubbed her hair, and said with a smile: "Of course I can. Even if I can't, it doesn't matter, I'm just getting back to my original shape."

"What does it mean to return to the original form?"

"That is to say, it has changed back to the appearance of a fox, and all spiritual power has disappeared. If you want to regain spiritual power and transform into a human form, you must go through thousands of years of cultivation."

Xuehu said casually.

"You won't die?" Yang Zimei was most worried about this.

She can still bear the parting, but she can't bear the death of the people and things she cares about, and the day when they will never be together again.

"Of course not."

Xuehu looked into her pupils, and suddenly smiled happily, "Hey, little girl, are you nervous about me?"

"Of course I'm nervous about you." Yang Zimei replied.

"Then do you love me?"

"like you."

"Oh."

Xuehu's tone was slightly disappointed, "It's really boring, I don't know how many times better than that Long Zhutian, why do you love him instead of me?"

"Destined." Yang Zimei smiled.

"Okay." Xuehu lowered his head, "Let's not talk about these sad topics. After today, I will leave. Let's play here as much as we want, so as not to go back so early, you stingy man Throwing me aside again made me extremely resentful."

"Ah."

Yang Zimei nodded, looking at the unfamiliar city B, "Although city A is not far from city B, I have never visited it before."

"Then I'll go shopping with you. Whatever you want to shop and buy, it's all mine."

Xuehu said in an uncle's tone.

Yang Zimei laughed, smiled, and was full of sadness, because she suddenly remembered what was said in those fragments of ancient books, saying that a demon would experience three catastrophes in his life, and each time, it was heart-pounding and catastrophic. , especially the third time, almost all of them escaped death, and they didn't say that if they couldn't hide, they would return to their original shape.

Xuehu, how will it suffer in the face of the third catastrophe?

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(End of this chapter)