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

Duanmu yawang didn't know what Gong yulanzhi was looking for her in her room this time. Until she and the Buddhist Scripture swept away the whole table, Gong yulanzhi didn't say a word.

The Vatican Sutra has a good appetite. Looking at him, she has a surprisingly good appetite. She eats bowl by bowl with him. She doesn't stop until she eats three bowls of rice, and then finds herself... Eating too much, too much!

Her stomach was a little uncomfortable. In order to be afraid that she could not digest well and sleep, she reached into the medical system and took out a bottle of medicine. After swallowing two pills, she asked the Sanskrit Sutra, which was paralyzed on the chair and could hardly move: "why not?"

"What is this?" the Brahman Sutra has traveled all over the world for so many years and has never seen such a bottle. He can't help but be curious. He reached out and took it, but he was preempted by another noble and slender hand.

"Master?"

Gongyulanzhi didn't know when he had come to see them. He took a bottle of medicine in his hand and looked at them expressionless.

After looking at it for a while, his face began to look bad. His cold eyes stared at her face: "which continent is this?"

What, which continent?

Duanmu yawang couldn't react for a moment. She twisted her head and looked at the medicine bottle in his hand. Then she suddenly stretched out her hand to grab the medicine bottle back and put it back into the medical system, "you don't know it." that's English!

"Impossible!" the Sutra jumped up, "how can there be words in this world that my master doesn't know?" stupid human things are immediately clear to his master's eyes, okay?

That's crazy, isn't it?

Can one still understand all the words in the world?

Duanmu yawang only worshipped his master too much. He turned his eyes and said angrily, "don't your master know the words just now?"

"You don't understand anything! Don't jump to a conclusion!" the Brahman was so angry that he jumped on the stool, but because he was too full, he jumped twice and cried with his stomach, "hiss ~ it hurts ~"

Duanmuya looked and couldn't help gloating: "ha ha ~"

"Unless those words don't belong to this world."

The low and pleasant voice sounded, Duanmu Ya looked at her mouth, and the laughter stopped suddenly. There was only one thought in her mind: Grass Mud Horse, where did this freak come from? She could say such arbitrary words!

Although... He really said, yes, yes!

Then, she could feel two lines of sight fixed on her in the room. She suddenly felt numb. After a while, she quickly stretched out her hand and yawned, "it's very late. I'm going to sleep. Let's go."

The tall and low figures in the room didn't respond at all, and stared at her.

"Have you had enough?" duanmuya looked at the case and stared angrily at Duangong Yulan. "What are you looking at me for?" under their eyes, she felt like a death penalty!

Is this the death penalty?

Gong Yulan stopped with an expressionless face, "you're nervous."

"What does this have to do with you?" when he saw a text he didn't know, he decisively judged that the text didn't belong to the world. Could she not be nervous?

How did she know if his next sentence would be: do you belong to this world?

As soon as Duanmu yawang said this, the Buddhist Scripture blinked twice, and then looked at the hero Yulan: "yes, master, what's the matter with us..."

Before he finished, Gong Yulan glanced coldly at the past, and obediently hugged his head and dared not speak.

Duanmuya was relieved to see this. Sometimes, she really wanted to be grateful for the abnormality of the Sanskrit Sutra. Normal people would not react like this to her sentence.

She stretched herself. "You go, I'm going to sleep."

A tall and a short figure was still motionless.

"Hey, what the hell do you want?" Duanmu yawang is really sleepy this time. She hasn't rested for several days. She has to face a bunch of ill intentioned people tomorrow. She really doesn't have the energy to continue to spend with them.

"Oh! By the way, xiaoyawang, we have something important to come to you." the Brahman patted his head as if he remembered this purpose. "It's about why your spirit chain can't be transformed into weapons."

Duanmu Ya looked at it and the sleepiness disappeared without a trace. "How can you think of a way to solve it?"

"No, it depends on yourself." when the Vatican Sutra finished these two words, Duan Muya stared at him and hurriedly said, "however, I'm sure that your spirit chain is sealed in the Vatican Sutra."

"Seal?" duanmuya looked at her eyebrows and frowned. "My spirit chain didn't come out for long. Not many people know this. Who will seal my spirit chain?"

"In that case, there must be something powerful in your body that suppresses the power of your spiritual chain and illusory weapons." the Sanskrit Sutra said seriously.

Duanmu Ya looked a little confused, but when she thought of something, her brain flashed, "is it the source of the Spirit Lake?" as soon as she said this, she felt the little white deer shaking a few times in the source of the Spirit Lake.

As soon as the Buddhist Scripture heard her say the source of Linghu, her eyes were round and staring. She was about to nod her head. Duanmu looked at the black eyes and narrowed, "little white, you come out!"

The little white deer in the source of the Spirit Lake wrapped two bags of tears in his big eyes, "Lord, master, I'm very sleepy..."

Duanmu yawang: "three, two..."

"Don't count, I'll come out!" the little white deer said and ran out of the source of Linghu lake.

As soon as he came out, he didn't want anything. He jumped into Duanmu yawang's arms and bit a finger. Pitifully, he looked at the Sanskrit Sutra and gongyulan with vigilance.

Gong Yulan glanced at him with an expressionless look and took back his sight.

But the little white deer trembled in Duanmu yawang's arms. His two little hands were holding Duanmu yawang's clothes, and two packets of tears in his two big eyes were shaking.

The Vatican Sutra stared, "white deer, you've been inside and can't come out. Are you looking for..." he said, I don't know what he thought, glanced at his master and suddenly stopped his mouth!

Duanmu yawang was not a fool. She saw the clue at once. Her black eyes narrowed: "how do you know it's called white deer?" she clearly only called the little white deer little white!

After that, she held the little white deer's lovely belly pocket and lifted him up. "Also, you haven't done anything to lose heart. Why are you afraid to look like this when you see them?" she didn't forget that the little white deer almost didn't dare to utter a word as long as Gong yulanzhi and the Sanskrit Sutra were there.

At least it is the guardian of the source of the Spirit Lake. It is also a sacred thing. What are you afraid of?

Her mind was very clear. As soon as the two questions were asked, the two dwarfs were stunned.

"Hmm? Don't want to talk?" Duanmu Ya looked at her eyes and said, "if you don't say it, get out of this room!"