There was a hint of irony in the meaning of her words. Ye Zhikuang raised his head again and looked at the wind chimes on the top of the gate that were still swinging and ringing.

She suddenly had a bad feeling that the wind chime would bring something bad to her.

The crisp cold wind blew from behind her, sending bursts of pain to the back of her hand.

However, the old lady took a few steps forward, came to the bottom of the wind chime, and stretched out her hand. At her call, one of the wind chimes dropped into the palm of her hand.

The old lady held the stick with both hands and stared at the wind chime with lowered eyes: "Since it is destined to you, then let it go."

After saying this, he handed the wind chime to her.

Ye Zhikuang took two steps back. The wind chime is a tool to ward off evil spirits, but she would step back just because the old lady wanted to give her the wind chime.

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

"It doesn't matter. My Murong family has many heirlooms. The wind chime is just a treasure to ward off evil spirits. After many years, it has lost its original essence. Now, when I see strangers, I will ring the bell and have distinguished it.

There is no sense of good and evil." The wind chime in the old lady's hand suddenly shrank in size and turned into a string of bells on a bracelet.

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

Ye Zhikuang looked down and saw that the wind chime had not lost its original appearance because of the passage of time.

It is still bright and shining, delicate and beautiful.

But when she put it on, she felt unusually hot, making her feel uncomfortable.

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

The wind chimes did not lose their original effect after the baptism of time as she said. On the contrary, the wind chimes would increase in cultivation with the exposure to the sun and the moon, so much so that they could even distinguish the immortal energy.

The aura on Ye Zhikuang's body was so weird that the wind chime couldn't tell the difference between immortality and evil.

Because both kinds of breath seeped into her body.

"Thank you." After Ye Zhikuang said, he turned around and walked slowly to his room.

The old lady's eyes darkened, looking at Ye Zhikuang's leaving figure.

Many years ago, she also gave a string of wind chimes to that young girl.

She is as beautiful as she is.

Even the men in Los Angeles were fascinated by it.

She leaned on her crutches and watched Ye Zhikuang disappear before returning to her room.

She was not so kind as to give the wind chime to Ye Zhikuang.

Because she didn't tell Ye Zhikuang, if she was an evil creature or a fairy, the wind chime would present all the information about her to the Murong family.

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When he walked into his room, Mo Junxie suddenly appeared, reached out and held Ye Zhikuang's wrist, quickly rolled up her sleeves, and pulled off the wind chime with force.

The wind chime was held in the palm of his hand, but he could hear the wind chime screaming as if to urge him to die.

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

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

Immortal blood slowly overflowed from his palm.

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

She wanted to help her stop the bleeding, but the blood slowly overflowed from between her fingers: "Why did the wind chime hurt you?"
Chapter completed!