Supernatural rebirth: genius girl fortune teller

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The two of them feel very harmonious.

Yang Zimei's mood became even heavier.

Jiang Ziliang likes Sadako so much, and hopes that everything will be fine for Sadako and that she won't have to deal with her in the end.

Yang Zimei walked around the yard and finally returned to Xue Hu's room.

Snow Lake is actually sleeping again.

In the past, Xue Hu, like her, almost didn't need to sleep.

Now I'm drowsy again, which is really worrying.

Xue Hu curled up in a ball on the bed, with his charred head exposed.

Yang Zimei couldn't help but stretched out her hand to touch it again.

When the burnt water was applied to her palms, it was not as serious as what Xue Hu had said before, saying that if she came into contact with it, it would also cause her skin to ulcerate.

She also touched its head in the morning, and the hand was still fine.

Seeing the charred water gurgling out of that cute little head, Yang Zimei felt sad.

She didn't know if it would hurt Xuehu like this.

He never showed it.

Now that it has festered like this, it seems a bit impossible to say that it doesn't hurt.

Yang Zimei took out the snow lotus ointment she made, applied it on her fingers, and gently stroked the blackened area on Xue Hu's head.

Maybe it was because the snow lotus ointment was cold and comfortable, or maybe she was using her vitality to touch her, but Xue Hu's slightly wrinkled face, which had been sleeping, gradually became soothed and she slept more peacefully.

She also discovered that the gurgling black water seemed to have stopped.

Could this ointment be effective with her vitality?

Yang Zimei was very happy and continued to inject vitality and apply ointment to Xue Hu's head.

Snow Lake suddenly opened his eyes——

When he saw Yang Zimei wiping his head with her fingers, he hurriedly tilted his head and jumped away, startling her.

"Xuehu, come here quickly, don't dodge, I'll heal you."

Yang Zimei shouted.

Xue Hu stretched out her little paw and touched her head, and found it was cool. She looked at Yang Zimei's hand nervously, "Girl, go wash your hands quickly!"

Yang Zimei spread her palms and said with a smile, "Don't be nervous, there's nothing wrong at all."

Xue Hu stared at her tender white palms, as if she was afraid that if she blinked, blackened dirty water would flow out of her hands.

After looking at it for a while, he found that there was no change in the skin on Yang Zimei's hand. He slowly breathed a sigh of relief, walked up to her, jumped into her arms naturally, and curled up.

Yang Zimei reached out to touch his head again and said angrily, "Really, you don't have to worry anymore."

"Still worried."

Xue Hu touched her palm with his paw, "This is the mark left by the God of Thunder, not an ordinary scar."

"Maybe it's because I'm special. After you saved Zhutian before, your whole body felt like it was frozen. It was my tears that melted the ice." Yang Zimei said.

"Is there such a thing?"

Xue Hu looked up at her, "Let's talk about the specific situation."

Yang Zimei told the story of that day.

After hearing this, Xue Hu put his little face into Yang Zimei's palm, "So, girl, your tears can warm me!"

"So, maybe I can help you heal Thor's injury. Look, the water is gone."

Yang Zimei carried him to the mirror and asked him to look at it.

Xuehu looked at it carefully for a while, and joy appeared on his face.

Although it wasn't cured yet, it stopped the annoying black water from flowing out.

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