Supernatural Rebirth Genius Girl Diviner

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The moon is cold like water.

Yang Zimei put green Fei and Mo Fei in the palm of his hand, meditating in meditation.

Sure enough, with the help of these two emeralds, her practice time was shortened by a quarter, and the effect was significant.

And the two emeralds are nourished by her vitality, the greener is greener, the ink is more ink, and under the moonlight, it exudes a radiant light and aura.

At the same time, in another city, City B, an old man with gray hair and a black Tang suit was holding a compass with a certain history and a plate made of rosewood standing on the top of the highest building in City B, looking up Stars.

Suddenly, the compass hand in his hand began to spin in a messy, non-stop, seemingly very restless.

How could the air of heaven and earth suddenly become messy?

He looked puzzledly at the still-swinging pointer in the compass, his face solemn and puzzled.

When he looked up at the sky again, he found that the horoscope had changed a little, a dazzling shooting star cut through the sky and fell directly over the city of A.

He looked down the direction from which the meteor fell, and saw that there was a faint white mist lingering over the city A, not far away, and then disappeared.

Then, the compass pointer on his hand stopped cluttering, pointing normally to the south.

His heart froze--

He hurriedly lowered his head to place the hexagram. The hexagram was very strange. No matter how he placed it, it was finally restored to the original level.

This is a hexagram he has never seen before.

What happened in that city A?

Or, are there any strange people who have disturbed the magnetic field of heaven and earth?

impossible!

What happened just now must be a geographical change. He didn't believe that anyone in this world could interfere with the magnetic field of heaven and earth.

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It was already three o'clock in the morning after Yang Zimei had finished his practice.

She sneaked into the room quietly, and found that Dragon was still sleeping with her pillow day by day.

After finishing her exercises, she was quite sleepy, and she had no choice but to fall asleep at her desk.

When she woke up and opened her eyes, she found that she was leaning on a warm place, and the rosin-like smell drifted into her nose, and there was a faint warmth on her hair. Her waist was surrounded by a strong arm. One foot was on one leg.

She was startled, hurriedly trying to break free of his embrace, but he was bound to die.

"Don't move, otherwise I yell." The dragon yelled day by day, and there was a light of narrowness and slyness in the dark and phoenix eyes.

Yang Zi frowned, and did not dare to make any big moves. It was already over five o'clock, and her mother was already making breakfast outside.

She glanced at him angrily, and she couldn't figure it out. She was sleeping on the desk, so why did she move to the bed?

Did he hold himself over?

When she thought about it, her ears became hot again, and she twisted extremely embarrassingly, but unexpectedly, the fart seemed to bump into a hard object, and she could still feel the heat clearly despite the clothing.

"Well--"

Long Zhuan's lips groaned low and looked at her eyes deeper and darker.

Yang Zimei has gone through two generations. Although he has never had a close contact with a man, he is still a young woman. He knows about men and women, and naturally knows what he just bumped into.

She was frightened and didn't dare to move. She just felt dry ears and a heartbeat, her body was slightly stiff.

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