Reborn genius girl fortune teller

Chapter 96 [039] Those who don't know the goods and who know the goods
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Murong Yunqing is an extremely sensitive person, he noticed Yang Zimei's subtle movements of avoiding him, his eyes shone coldly behind the lens, and his tone became cold, "Did you break this Jade Guanyin?"

Hearing his doubts, Yang Zimei frowned, his sense of alienation towards Murong Yunqing increased even more, and his tone was also cold, "Do you think I will be such a person?"

Murong Yunqing stared straight at her star-like pupils, but slightly condensed and angry because of his doubts, and knew that his guess was wrong.

He had been paying attention to her just now, and he hadn't seen her make any movements, and his fingers were normal, and there were no knots. Could it be that his Jade Guanyin really broke because he helped him block it?
Yuguanyin's rupture, for some reason, made him feel uneasy all the time, and unconsciously, those people he killed that day appeared in his mind, especially those companions who were killed by him during the special training period when he was young.

He reached out and rubbed his forehead, trying to calm his heart.

Yang Zimei observed with the eyes of the sky, and found that some yin energy began to entangle his body again, and the expression on his face became restless.

That's all, count her kindness!

She took out a small jade gourd from her body.

This jade gourd was carved by her herself. Although the workmanship is poor, it is a magic weapon she has raised in Jidi for five years, which can drive away evil spirits.

"Put this on." She handed the jade gourd to Murong Yunqing.

Murong Yunqing looked at the light green jade gourd lying in her soft and ruddy palm. The jade quality of this jade gourd was not good, it was just carved from ordinary blue and white jade. Here, it's so crude, it's like a child's work.

Yang Zimei, who carved this jade gourd five years ago, was only ten years old, so she was indeed still a child.

Murong Yunqing always likes to be particular about her clothes, and she is very aristocratic.

Now, it would be better to kill him if he was asked to wear this kind of jade gourd, which was poorly handcrafted and of the same quality as jade.

"Thank you, if the jade gourd can bring good luck and avoid bad luck, I also have it in my store, so I am ashamed to take Miss Yang's property." Murong Yunyun declined.

Yang Zimei guessed that he disliked the poor quality and workmanship of his jade gourd.

Since he didn't want it, she didn't bother to give it away.

You know, it's not easy to develop a mascot, it has to match the right time, place and people.

This jade gourd, if people who know the goods see it, they will know that it cannot be measured by price.

Just as Yang Zimei was about to put away the jade gourd, Song Xuan said, "Xiaomei, did you carve this jade gourd yourself?"

"Well, it was carved a few years ago." Yang Zimei nodded.

Song Xuan's eyes lit up slightly, and he said in a slightly hasty tone: "Xiaomei, can you give it to me?"

Yang Zimei glanced at him, thinking that he had been in contact with antiques for a long time, and he would also encounter artifacts tainted with evil spirits to a large extent. She saw a red rope on the table next to her, so she took it over and took the jade gourd. Put it on, tie a knot to ward off evil, and secretly chanted a mantra to inject auspicious energy into it before giving it to Song Xuan.

If Song Xuan found the treasure, he immediately hung the jade gourd around his neck.

From the appearance, this jade gourd hanging on Song Xuan's body really has his temperament and taste.

However, Song Xuan didn't mind this, he was very happy, because this jade gourd was carved by Yang Zimei herself, and the red knot was also tied by her own hands.

Murong Yun looked at Song Xuan happily hanging the jade gourd with sweat, and he didn't know why, but he was a little bit disappointed, and even slightly regretful.

Originally, Song Xuan felt that the temperature in the room was a bit low, but after hanging the jade gourd, he felt that his skin was no longer slightly cold.

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(End of this chapter)