Exorcism Concubine: Miss Seven Against the Heavens

Chapter 1 Who is crying? It's so loud

The Five Elements Continent has a glorious history of thousands of years, the remnants of the war between gods and demons thousands of years ago.

This is the world of magic battle qi, there are powerful and gorgeous five-element magic that interacts with each other, brilliant battle qi, and all kinds of magical monsters.

The monsters here can be tamed, even signed blood contracts as mounts, and advanced monsters can also perform magical attacks.

The Eastern Millennium Empire, the imperial capital.

The Yang family has been firmly occupying the position of the head of the four major families for thousands of years. There have been strong people from generation to generation, and the current generation has produced two magic geniuses at once.

As the head of the four major families, the Yang family is naturally huge and well-connected. Although not everyone is a genius, everyone is a dragon and phoenix, except for the seventh lady of the Yang family.

The Seventh Young Miss of the Yang family was congenitally deficient. Although her talent was superb, her bones were weak and she was not born with magic attributes.

She has become a stain on the Yang family. After being a famous family, in the world of the jungle, she has no magical attributes. She is undoubtedly a waste. She is despised and bullied by the brothers and sisters of the Yang family.

In this world where the strong are respected, although the born good-for-nothing Miss Yang Jiaqi was not cast aside, she was not favored either.

The parents and elders of the Yang family have always been indifferent to her, Miss Seven.

Miss Yang Jiaqi is just a title. Since she was a child, her father never looked at her seriously, because she was born of a concubine and was bullied by her brothers and sisters since she was a child. Except for her dead mother, no one really cared about her. Until I met him——Xia Yuchen.

Xia Yuchen——After the Xia family of the four major families in the Millennium Empire, the eldest son of the Xia family is also the magic genius of the Xia family praised by everyone.

She had just turned ten years old that year, when the cold wind blew, snowflakes covered the entire imperial capital.

It was freezing cold, and knowing that she had no magical attributes, the sisters pushed her out of the house. The thin clothes on her body could not cover the wind and cold, and she had no magic to keep out the cold. Her thin body couldn't help shaking, and even her lips were frozen purple.

Standing in the wind and snow, she couldn't help crying in a low voice. She was cowardly and timid since she was a child, and no one would stand up for her even if she was bullied. She was sad and would only hide in the dark and cry secretly.

The chill that penetrated deep into the bone marrow pierced into the body like needles.

Just when she felt that she was about to freeze to death, he appeared. The young man in white appeared in front of her like a fairy who descended from the sky. He took off his coat and covered her lightly. The magic fireball was in the palm of her hand.

That magic fireball moment not only warmed her cold hands, but also warmed her heart.

"It's snowing so much, don't you feel cold standing outside the door?"

She carefully looked at the white-clothed boy in front of her, holding the fireball in her hands with her frozen lips, unable to utter a word.

"My name is Xia Yuchen, what's your name?" The boy in white's gentle voice sounded like a breeze again, with a gentle smile on his face.

His frozen lips could not speak, and he could only hold the fireball in his hand with his fingers.

"Okay! It doesn't matter if you don't want to say it, go home!" The slender white boy in white gently rubbed her head with his slender and delicate hands. Seeing that she didn't want to talk to him, he didn't stay any longer, turned and left.

Looking at the young man in white robe from a distance, at that moment, her heartstrings shook.

At that time, she was still young, and she didn't know what the shock in her heart was. She only knew that she could never look away from following the boy.

Holding the fireball, she watched the back of the boy in white gradually leave, and silently engraved his name into her heart——Xia Yuchen.

Although the seventh lady of the Yang family does not know magic and dou qi, she loves painting very much. Although she is a waste of the Yang family, she still has her own boudoir. It is a blessing that the Yang family abandoned it.

She is not demanding, as long as she is happy.

The boudoir was covered with portraits, one of which was of Xia Yuchen.

Dressed in white clothes, Shengxue looks like a fairy, and the characters on the portrait are lifelike, revealing an indescribable charm and elegance in every frown and smile.

On this day, the third sister wanted to tease her, and sneaked into her boudoir while she was away, and found Xia Yuchen's portrait, and even stole the portrait secretly.

Afterwards, he brought many brothers and sisters to humiliate her, saying that she was a waste and had no right to have a crush on the second son of the Xia family, and said that she was self-defeating and humiliating herself.

He doesn't even look in the mirror, he's just a piece of trash, how could the second son of the Xia family like it.

The bright apricot eyes were immediately stained with a layer of mist, but she didn't cry, not even a tear, but stubbornly pursed her lips, and stood quietly without saying a word.

As usual, she cried out early in the morning, but this time she didn't. Instead, she humbly begged the third sister to return the painting to her.

Not only did the third sister not return it, she even tore the painting to pieces in front of her.

She who has always been weak and weak finally lost her temper. She can bear them bullying herself, but they can't be rude to Mr. Xia's portrait, which is something she cannot tolerate.

No matter how cowardly a person is, she has her own bottom line.

Xia Yuchen was her bottom line.

Miss Yang Jiaqi seemed to be a different person, pulling and beating and biting her third elder sister. Everyone was frightened by her crazy behavior, and the trash who was usually allowed to be pinched by them like a soft persimmon actually resisted.

That's pretty good.

Seeing Miss Seven pulling, biting and beating Miss Seven like a mad dog, her face turned pale with anger. She wanted to draw out her sword to teach her a lesson, but she didn't expect that the point of the sword pierced straight through her chest.

The cold blood stained her dress red and frightened everyone. They just wanted to bully her and didn't want to hurt her life.

In a remote small courtyard in the backyard of the Yang Mansion, the lights were dimly illuminated.

Yang Mengyuan's eyes twitched, and low sobs came from her ears.

who?Who is crying?

It's so noisy, why don't you let people sleep?

Yang Mengyuan finally opened her eyelids that were as heavy as iron and lead, and her eyes were full of ink paintings in the room, surrounded by a faint fragrance of ink.

She wanted to stand up, but touched the wound on her chest, causing her to gasp in pain.

There was a painful gasp, and the crying was successfully stopped.

"Miss, miss... woo woo... You finally woke up and scared the slaves to death."

The hand was tightly grasped, Yang Mengyuan frowned, and with a little bit of sober consciousness, she remembered, and the memory in her mind played back like a movie.

The other hand involuntarily folded the quilt under her body forcefully.

"Miss, why don't you talk?" Seeing Yang Mengyuan staring at the bed without saying a word, the woman beside her looked at her cautiously, her nose flushed, and tears fell down again.

The young lady must have been fooled by the sword stabbed by the third lady, otherwise why would she not speak?
Thinking of her poor master being bullied and foolish, her tears couldn't stop like a faucet turned on.

The woman's crying disturbed Yang Mengyuan's mood, and a cold light flashed in her eyes, "Damn it, shut up, you're making noise."

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