Supernatural Rebirth Genius Girl Diviner

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Min Qinghua and Min Gang were anxiously waiting in the hall, and no one spoke.

Seeing them coming down, they all greeted them and asked, "What happened?"

"I'm okay, it's just that the eyebrows are too expensive." Huang Jingxian looked at Yang Zimei gratefully.

Min Qinghua and Min Gang looked at Yang Zimei and saw that her steps were a little futile, her face pale, cold sweat on her face, and her heart seemed to be torn by thin lines, and the pain spread away ...

Min Gang stepped forward, holding out his hand to support Yang Zimei, and said with heartache, "Zimei, you have worked hard, sit down!"

Yang Zimei looked up at Min Qinghua-

Seeing the emotion hidden in his deep eyes, his heart jumped slightly, avoiding his eyes, and sat down on the sofa beside him.

Looking like another, Min Qinghua is not Min Gang of the last life, and Min Gang is still in front of her, she can't confuse her emotions.

"Xiaomei, we still have a 300-year-old Changbai Mountain ginseng. I don't know if it is suitable for you to add strength?" Huang Jingxian asked.

Yang Zimei's eyes lightened slightly.

People like her who practice daily vitality usually need supplements to improve her physical fitness. When she was on the mountain, the master always tried to find some supplements for her to improve her physical fitness.

Unfortunately, the master doesn't have much money, and she doesn't have much money. The level of supplements that can be found is very low, and most of them are dug in the mountains.

It would be best if someone like a hundred years old ginseng could supplement the energy she just consumed.

"Thank you Aunt, ginseng is really suitable." Yang Zimei did not pretend to dodge it, but her energy was consumed this time because of her, and she did not collect her money, and it was not too much to eat her a ginseng.

"Wait a minute, aunt will help you make soup!" Huang Jingxian said.

"Auntie, don't need it, I need to cooperate with other medicinal materials, I take it home and make it up myself." Yang Zimei refused.

Such a good thing as a century-old ginseng cannot be replenished at any time, and it must be matched with the timing to maximize its effectiveness. Pure soup is too violent.

"Well, I'll give it to you." Huang Jingxian entered the room, took out a brocade box from it, and handed it to Yang Zimei.

Yang Zimei opened--

A scent of ginseng quickly diffused into the room, refreshing the spirit and breathing smoothly.

This ginseng grows into a human shape, and the facial features are clearly visible, much like a child lying in a yellow satin cloth ...

Judging by Yang Zimei's eyes, this ginseng exudes a strong white aura, and it really has been for at least three hundred years.

This ginseng is really a priceless treasure, at least it can let the dying person revitalize.

Those antiques, no matter how expensive, are just a dead thing, but ginseng is different, it can make people live longer, get rid of illnesses, and save lives.

Huang Jingxian was so generous and gave it to her without hesitation.

She looked at Min Qinghua and Min Gang. There was no resentment on their faces, but she smiled lightly, as if looking forward to her acceptance.

This ginseng was collected by Min Qinghua five years ago from an old ginseng farmer in Changbai Mountain and was given back to his wife. She wanted to make her soup every day to strengthen her body.

However, Huang Jingxian has been reluctant to eat, feeling that it is a manifestation of violent convergence.

Now, Yang Zimei consumed her vitality and physical energy to save her and needed supplements to replenish her energy. She thought of this ginseng and thought it was the best gift to thank Yang Zimei.