The meaning of her words was tinged with a hint of sarcasm, and Ye Zhifang raised his head again, looking at the wind chimes that were still swaying and ringing on the top of the gate.

She suddenly had a bad feeling that the wind chimes would bring her bad luck.

A cold breeze blew from behind her, and the back of her hand sent bursts of pain.

The old lady took a few steps forward, came to the bottom of the wind chime, stretched out her hand, and the wind chime fell into the palm of her hand under her call.

The old lady held her hands together and stared at the wind chime: "Since it is related to you, then let it go." ”

After saying that, he handed it to her.

Ye Zhimad took two steps back, the wind chime is a thing to ward off evil spirits, and she would retreat because the old lady wanted to give her the wind chime.

"No, since this is the heirloom of the Murong family, I can't even ask for it."

"It doesn't matter, my Murong family's heirloom is that the wind chime is just a treasure to ward off evil spirits, and after many years, it has long lost its original essence, and now when I see strangers, I can't tell the difference between good and evil." The wind chimes in the old lady's hand suddenly became smaller and turned into a bracelet bell string.

She walked slowly forward and tied the wind chime to the wrist of Ye Zhifu's right hand.

Ye Zhifang looked down, in fact, the wind chime has not lost its original appearance because it has passed too long.

It's still shiny and beautiful.

But when she put it on, she felt unusually hot, which made her uncomfortable.

The old lady looked up at Ye Zhifang's face from time to time.

The wind chimes are not as she said, they have lost their original effect after the baptism of time, on the contrary, the wind chimes will increase their cultivation with the sun and the moon, so that even the fairy energy can be distinguished.

And the aura on Ye Zhimad's body is too weird, making it impossible for the wind chimes to distinguish between immortals and evils.

Because both of these breaths seeped into her.

"Thank you." After Ye Zhimad finished speaking, he turned around and slowly walked towards his room.

The old lady's eyes sank, looking at the back of Ye Zhimad leaving.

She had also given a string of wind chimes to the young girl many years ago.

She is as beautiful as she is.

Even the men of Los Angeles were smitten.

She held on crutches and watched Ye Zhimad disappear before she went back to the room.

She wasn't so kind to give the wind chimes to Ye Zhimad.

Because she didn't tell Ye Zhimad that if she was an evil creature or an immortal, the wind chime would present all the information on her body to the Murong family.

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When he walked into his room, Mo Junye suddenly appeared, reached out and grabbed Ye Zhiyan's wrist, quickly pulled up her sleeve, and tore off the wind chimes vigorously.

The wind chimes were held in the palm of his hand, but he listened to the wind chimes screaming like they were urging him to die.

Her eyes widened and she looked at Mo Junxie's hand: "The wind chimes are called because of you." ”

"Of course." Mo Junxie tilted his head slightly, raised the hand holding the wind chime, and a faint golden light emitted between his palms, and the heat cut his hand like a knife.

Immortal blood slowly flowed out from his palm.

"You're bleeding." Ye Zhifang covered his fist worriedly: "It was the wind chime that hurt you." ”

She wanted to help her stop the bleeding, but the blood slowly spilled from between her fingers: "Why do you want to hurt you?" ”

"Because ......" Mo Junxie suddenly reached out and hugged Ye Zhimad tightly in his arms, kissing her lips, regardless of how the wind chimes hurt his palm.