The True Nature of the Ghost Doctor: The Ugly Girl Will Go Against the Sky

Duanmu yawang and Mufeng were talking. Before the word "I" was finished, suddenly, a force came, and the scenery in front of her began to change. She didn't have time to be surprised, so she returned to her room.

No, it should be said to be gong yulanzhi's room now.

She raised her eyebrows and asked curiously, "why did you bring me to your room? Also, don't you like places with mixed breath? How can you appear in the street?"

Gong Yulan just pursed her lips and looked at her with a cold face.

"In other words, can you stop showing people a smelly face all day long? People who don't know think I owe you millions!" Duanmu yawang couldn't help but say, "and you..."

"What is pain?" Gong Yulan said suddenly.

"Ah?" Duanmu Ya looked at him for a moment and couldn't react. She was stunned. She looked at his frown and looked seriously waiting for her answer. She finally reacted. The corner of her mouth was hooked, and the fundus of her eyes was full of cunning fingers at him: "come here."

Gong Yulan lifted his eyes, paused for a moment, and walked in silence.

"Reach out."

Gongyulan stopped staring at her smiling face and stretched out his hand according to the words.

The Sutra has long been stunned. The master always does what he wants to do, thinks what he thinks, and never considers other people's ideas. He never answers other people's questions. He is completely self-centered and never listens to others.

Today, why do you listen to Duanmu yawang?

Duanmuya was surprised to see him so obedient. A few days ago, she also hooked her finger and asked him to pass, but he shook his head coldly and left.

Looking down at his beautiful hand like his face, Duanmu yawang smiled, suddenly stretched out two hands to hold his hand up, and then put it on his mouth to bite hard!

Duanmu yawang thought Gong Yulan would be angry and threw her out. However, he didn't do so. She blinked and looked up at Gong yulanzhi's face while biting. She found that he just looked at her. There was no emotion in his deep and unpredictable purple eyes. She didn't know what she was thinking and didn't mean to retract her hand.

She was stunned and loosened her mouth: "what do you feel?"

Gong Yulan glanced at her without expression: "your tongue touched my hand."

Duanmu yawang was embarrassed and thought of something. She was angry: "this is not the point, OK? I asked you if you feel pain!" she didn't mean it!

Gong Yulan stopped and said, "it's a little itchy."

What are the answers?

Duanmu yawang couldn't bear it. Holding his hand and hanging his head, he took another heavy bite!

This time she was not polite at all. When she took a bite, she soon tasted the fishy and sweet taste, and Gong yulanzhi didn't frown.

Duanmuya bit for a while and her mouth was sour. Seeing that he still had no reaction at all, she angrily put his hand away: "what's the feeling this time?"

Gong Yulan's beautiful purple eyes stared at her lips stained with her own blood, silent.

Feeling his sight, duanmuya looked and clenched his teeth, "if I ask you something, why are you looking at me?"

Ah, she bit so hard that his attention was only on her tongue and lips!

She was about to doubt whether he was deliberately molesting her!

Thinking of this, I didn't care about him. I bent down and stretched out my hand to carry back my bag of black iron.

As soon as she picked it up, there was a cold voice of the silent man behind her: "it's useless for you to carry it back."

She paused and turned back. "What?"

Gong Yulan said coldly, "this iron can't be used by you people."

"What do you mean?" Duan Muya looked puzzled. I dare say she wasted so much energy today and worked hard in vain?

Gongyulanzhi didn't answer what she said, and coldly returned to bed to meditate.

Duanmu yawang was anxious and was about to call him, but the skirt was pulled.

She hung her head and was surprised to find that it was the Sanskrit Sutra. He frowned, "put the iron down."

Duanmu yawang did it.

The Sutra let go of her skirt, then stretched out his hand to open the bag and exposed the black iron inside. Then he stared seriously for a while, but didn't say a word.

Duanmuya could not help squatting down and asked him, "what's wrong with these iron?"

"The problem is that there is a problem." the Sutra drooped its eyelids and squinted at her. "Do you know what iron these are?"

"What iron?"

"Obsidian black iron."

Duanmu Ya looked and blinked, "I haven't heard of it."

"Obsidian iron?" and the little white deer shrieked at the sound of obsidian iron. "That's the iron that absorbed the Millennium essence in ancient times and was cast over thousands of years."

Duanmu Ya looked at the Obsidian black iron and thought that no wonder it would be so shabby. It turned out to be something from ancient times.

Upon hearing Duanmu yawang's words, the Vatican sutra was stunned by her, "don't you know what iron this is? Why do you change it back?"

Duanmu yawang blinked and told the truth: "I don't know. I just feel destined for it."

Then he remembered something and asked him, "by the way, what does your master mean just now? Why is it useless for me to take these iron?"

"Because no one can make it." the Brahma Sutra stretched out his hand and tied the bag again. "You can see the power of obsidian black iron today. They are still broken. They can easily hit the little girl today and spit blood. If it is cast into a weapon, the power when it is integrated is amazing, and people with poor ability can't bear it."

"In other words, you need a blacksmith with high spiritual power?"

"... you can say so."

"How high does that need?" Duanmu yawang guessed, "Lingdi level?" that's the highest level, should it be ok?

But haven't there been people of Lingdi level in this continent?

"The spirit emperor?" the Brahma Sutra tilted his mouth, drooped his eyelids and muttered, "that's also called high spiritual power?"

Duanmu yawang didn't hear clearly. She was about to ask her. The Sanskrit Scripture waved, "go back."

Duanmu yawang refused to go, but also sat down at the table and stared at the Buddhist Scripture: "land father-in-law, don't learn from your master. Don't say it if you arouse people's curiosity halfway?"

"Little old man, I have said that no one can make it." the Sanskrit Sutra said angrily: "The Obsidian iron is too powerful for people of any level to use. Even if it is made, you can't use it. It will only hurt yourself. The most important thing for you now is to improve your spiritual power, solidify your spiritual chain and the weapons of your spiritual chain, and bring you high enough and powerful enough. When the time comes, all these things you doubt will be solved."