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Xinglian, who had been watching it for a long time, probably also discovered this problem, reached out and stroked the table beside him, twisting up a layer of ash, "Why are there no mushrooms in here?" ”

It's strange more than that, she couldn't figure it out just now outside, this mushroom can even corrode the blade, why can't it corrode a small hut if it's so strong?

What's the mystery here?

Four Winds Beiling looked at her, and said he didn't understand.

"So, let's test it out." I can't think of anything famous just by standing there, so it's better to find out the reason for it myself.

She pulled out the unformed dagger, which had been corroded by the mushrooms, and walked to the window of the room, thrust it into the crumbling lattice.

"Sneer......"

After a slight snort, she drew her dagger, and found that the top had been eroded off again, and the lattice had broken a large hole, and the mushrooms that had grown on the windowsill had easily fallen, leaving a hole.

"There's a mushroom-proof thing in the house?"

As soon as the words fell, she herself was amused, she heard that anti-dark arrows, anti-poison gas, anti-beasts, had never heard of anti-mushrooms.

Sifeng Beiling was also stunned for a moment by her remarks about putting mushrooms, and thought about it for a while, and was very happy to feel that his future princess's speech was really deep.

So, the two of them enjoyed themselves and went their separate ways to look for some mysterious objects in the house that could "prevent mushrooms".

The room is not big, from the main hall to the bedroom, the front and back add up to only a dozen steps away, Xinglian looked for a while, his hands were full of dust and retreated, from physical labor should do mental work.

What does Qiao Xinglian's own mother do? It's an alchemist!

How did Qiao Xinglian's own mother survive on this mountain full of poison of "library bones"? There must be an antidote to the toxicity!

Will Qiao Xinglian's mother be brain-dead and feed herself medicine every day? Promise is definitely on your toes.

Therefore, Qiao Xinglian must have something for her mother to avoid toxicity for a long time.

And this thing is definitely not very large, otherwise it is not convenient to carry it on the body, then......

Her gaze swept from the nooks and nooks to the dusty beams.

"Xing'er, it's almost time, it's time for us to go. Otherwise...... "Although the Four Winds Beiling is also curious about what is so magical, if the boundary between the two hours passes, they can only go to the underworld to ask Hua Huan's seniors.

But Xinglian didn't move, as if he hadn't heard his words, but locked time firmly on a gossip mirror at the top of the door.

It's weird.

I have indeed heard of hanging gossip mirrors on the door of the house as a way to ward off evil spirits, but have you never seen one hanging on the door of the house to ward off yourself?

She leaped lightly, her figure only flashed, and she pulled the mirror off the beam of the room and looked left and right.

The mirror is an ordinary mirror, but there is a special smell on the mirror.

She tilted her head in thought, her heart moving, and her eyes widened in disbelief.

"Xing'er, what's wrong?" Seeing her strange expression, Sifeng Beiling also looked at the mirror recently, and took a look at her handsome face by the way.

This mirror is nothing special except that it is covered with dust......

Xinglian didn't speak, just walked to the window with the mirror, kicked open the windowsill, and then handed the mirror out.

Just as she had guessed, the poisonous mushrooms covering the outer walls fell as they approached the mirror, as if consciously trying to escape something.