Ghost Doctor

Chapter 1
"The evil star of the Yun family!"

The blood-red light fell on the ground, and a carriage drove past a rather imposing mansion. Above the mansion's vermilion lacquered gate was a plaque of "Great General's Mansion", and under the stone ladder, two majestic stone lions were sitting.

But no one would have imagined that in such a majestic general's mansion, there would be a bullying.

Bypassing several buildings, in an open space, a girl in a purple shirt about twelve or thirteen years old raised her chin high and looked at the girl kneeling in front of her.

The girl kneeling on the ground tightly clenched her fists, raised her head forcefully, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on her silver pupils with plain eyes.

"Don't look at our lady with your cursed eyes!" A maid standing next to the purple shirt girl stepped forward and said contemptuously, her words were full of disgust.

Hearing this, the girl kneeling on the ground pursed her lips.

She, Yun frivolous, in the 21st century, lived a life of licking blood on the edge of a knife and wandering around the world, but it was a pity that she was plotted against.

But now, God gave her a chance to be reborn, and let her soul live in the body of Miss Yun's family.

I thought she was a young lady who could enjoy life in peace and stability, but in the end, she grew a pair of distinctive silver pupils and had a unique experience.

It is said that her birth brought infinite disaster to the Yun family.

At first, his biological parents died.

Not long after, the second lady became seriously ill.

Then the elder brother who fought on the battlefield died.

Wandering around after dinner today, I didn't notice that I came to the house of the Fourth Miss of the Yun family, and was blocked by these two stinky girls.

"What? Became dumb? Stop talking?" Seeing that she didn't retort, the servant girl thought she was scared, and continued to add insult to injury, "I tell you, freaks like you waste air while living and waste coffins when dead. "

"Giggle—" the girl in purple shirt covered her mouth with one hand, chuckled lightly, and looked down at Yun frivolously.

You bastard, who killed so many people in the family, and is still a trash who can't cultivate, why would grandpa dote on her, care for her, and give her everything that is good.

Yun Qingkuang frowned slightly, got up and wanted to leave.

"Xie Xing, who allowed you to leave?" Yun Qingkuang's action completely angered the girl in purple shirt.

"Wow..." the girl in the purple shirt waved her sleeves, and in an instant, a raging fire ignited around Yun Frivolous, it was very scary.

Really annoying.

A trace of impatience flashed in his eyes, Yun Qingkuang turned around quickly, and flashed in front of the purple shirt girl, stood on tiptoe, and struck at the purple shirt girl's neck with his hands.

But the Zishan girl is not an ordinary person, she is a genius of the Yun family, at only 13 years old, she broke through the foundation building stage and opened the road of magician training.

Although the attribute is a relatively common fire attribute, it still can't hide her dazzling light.

When she tilted her body, she avoided Yun's frivolous surprise attack.

This move failed, purely as expected by Yun Qingkuang, after all, this is not the 21st century that she dominates, this place is full of magical things.The tricks that she was proud of in the past are all rubbish here.

This trick is just to let the purple shirt girl know that she will resist!She is not her doormat!

Withdrawing his hand, Yun Qingkuang turned around, looked at the girl in the purple shirt, and said in a voice as cold as ice, "Yun Xiyao, as you said, I am an evil star, but so what? Don't think I don't know that you just dare to move." Talk about it, but actually dare not do it!"

"Don't dare to do it?" Yun Xiyao stared at her, "You think I dare not? Believe it or not, let you disappear now?"

"Oh? Come on then." Yun's frivolous arrogance remained undiminished.It looks like a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water.

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