Looking at the murderous glance in the mirror, I felt a shock in my tiger's body. Knowing that my body must not be strong now, I changed my mouth and said, "Very small and fresh, in this age full of charming lace, you are a pure stream."

"That's a good thing, but it sounds weird..." The mirror glanced at me curiously, and she wondered, "Aren't you afraid? Because I'll probably kill you tomorrow."

I shook my head and said, "No fear, you really don't look like a killer type."

The mirror smiled and whispered, "Tomorrow you will know. Goodbye."

After that, the mirror suddenly jumped down the roof and shuttled...