Exorcism Concubine: Miss Seven Against the Heavens

Chapter 12 Miss Seven's Troubled Life

Wanting to see Miss Yang Jiaqi's thoughts move, suddenly, the surrounding scene has undergone earth-shaking changes.

The surroundings are white and white, with white clouds floating around, looking at the holy area, the vision is vast and comfortable, which makes people feel very comfortable.

"Where is this?" She was obviously trapped in a magic circle just now, what's going on.

"This is the realm of consciousness created in your heart."

Suddenly there is another person in front of Yang Mengyuan, that person has exactly the same face as her, but her brows are more delicate and less indifferent. She is the original owner of this body——Yang Mengyuan, and also the real Yang Mengyuan. Miss Jia Qi.

Yang Mengyuan blinked her eyes with a hint of disbelief. Although she knew it a long time ago, she felt as if she was looking in a mirror when she saw her. There was a feeling that she was originally one, but she in this mirror would still speak.

The two looked at each other quietly.

A white onion-like hand stretched out in front of Yang Mengyuan, "You are just as I imagined, so strong, so tenacious, and so cute."

Cute, Yang Mengyuan is embarrassed, is she cute like this?He stretched out his hand to hold that jade-like hand, "Hello! My name is Yang Mengyuan, and I come from a distant country. I never thought that we would meet in such a situation. You are much better than what they say." At least not It would be as rubbish as they said it would be.

Seventh Miss was startled, and suddenly raised a touching smile, "Thank you, you are the second person who doesn't discriminate against me."

Yang Mengyuan said, "The first one is Mr. Xia!" Otherwise, how could she die for a portrait?Only the power of love can be so great, even if you use your life to maintain it, you will have no regrets.

Seventh Miss smiled lightly, but the suspicious blush on her face proved what she said.

Miss Qi said, "Except for not being loved by my father, I have no regrets in this life. I know that I am dead, but I have been unwilling to leave. Thank you for avenging me. I have let go of everything. Please Live well instead of me, thank you - Mengyuan."

Miss Seven's smile turned into a purple light and merged into Yang Mengyuan's eyebrows. The warm electric current rushed into every part of her body, making her feel more comfortable than ever before, as if her soul had been completed in an instant, and there was no longer a sense of emptiness. lacking.

"My God! What's the matter?"

Everyone saw that Yang Mengyuan, who was originally trapped in the magic circle, suddenly refracted a strong purple light. The purple light was extremely pure and sacred in an instant. The half of the left wing on the ring on her left hand began to absorb the golden light that shrouded her body. Finally, the golden light disappeared and was replaced by the purple light.

Yang Mengyuan slowly opened her almond eyes, and stared closely at Yang Tian who was not far away from her. Father and daughter can finally see you at such a close distance. Although they have never felt fatherly love before, they can see you at such a close distance. Seeing you, father, Yuan'er has no regrets in this life.

A drop of cold tears slid directly across the cheek and fell to the ground, shattered into tens of millions.

Yang Tian looked at Yang Mengyuan who was staring at him, and suddenly felt a sour feeling in his heart, he should be angry, this rebellious wicked girl is too presumptuous, but at this moment, he can't express his temper at all .

The ring on the left hand and the right half of the wings were pulled open, and the sky full of drawing papers fluttered and scattered in the air, one by one fluttering with the wind, white papers fluttered in the entire remote backyard, the scene was very spectacular.

Yang Tian involuntarily stretched out his hand to catch one of the pieces of paper. Looking at the portrait on the paper, his heart suddenly suffocated. The person on the painting was just a blurred London, but he could still tell at a glance that it was his back .

The paper slipped from his hand, and another sheet fell down. It was still the same person, but the scene was changed. It was still the blurred London, blurred picture, but people could tell it was him at a glance.

Thousands of sheets of drawing paper fell on the ground, and some fell into the hands of servants, Miss Yang, young master and elders, and some of them had gone with the wind and floated out of the Yang residence.

All the memories flooded into her mind like a flood, some familiar and some unfamiliar, Yang Mengyuan clutched her head in pain, she knew that these were the memories of Miss Yang Jiaqi, and all the memories of the two of them had overlapped together.

Miss Yang Qi's memory.

When she was a child, she always liked to stand behind her mother, watching her mother holding a paintbrush and drawing a tall figure with each stroke. At that time, she asked her mother who was the person in the painting, and her mother said that this was your father. , She always knew that she had a great father, but she had never seen him.

When she was very young, she asked her mother why her father didn't come to see them. At that time, her beautiful mother would hold her tightly and tell her with tears, "Father is very busy and has no time to see us."

The mother finally died in depression, until one day she realized that her mother had lied to her, and that her father was not busy, but that he didn't want them.

She always thought that her father was as busy as her mother said, but one time she sneaked out of the remote backyard, and she saw the back, which was exactly the same as the mother's painting, and she was very happy, but the little princess in her father's arms It wasn't her, she found out later that she had many half-brothers and sisters, and she was very happy that she was not alone.

One day the old servant told her that she could finally see her father. She was so happy that she couldn't sleep all night. She was afraid that she might not perform well enough, and she was even more afraid that her father would not like her.

That was when she was five years old, and she was tested for magic. Although she was not favored as a descendant of the Yang family, she had to be tested. This was the rule, unless the Yang family had removed her.

In the magic test, Yang Mengyuan's magic vindictiveness was zero. She clearly saw the mocking eyes on everyone's faces and her father's cold eyes. At that time, many unmasked brothers and sisters looked at him with unwelcome eyes. She, she was scared.

From then on, her brothers and sisters often visited her remote courtyard three or two times, just to laugh at and bully her.

At that time, how much she hoped that her father could look at her, but no, her father didn't even give her a look. Even so, she still hoped that her father would discover her existence one day.

Although she doesn't have a magical fighting spirit, she has inherited her mother's gentleness, kindness, and can draw well. It's just that no one has praised her except the old servant, and they all say she is a waste.

She always secretly hides in a dark corner with a paintbrush and rice paper in her hand, and draws her father's back stroke by stroke. Sometimes she hides secretly outside the gate for a whole day, just to take a look at that Liankan from a distance. The father who didn't even look at her.

Although it was very slim, she really wanted to be recognized and loved by her father.

She did so many things just to get her father's approval, and this ruthless father didn't even know who she was.

Yang Mengyuan can feel the attachment, the admiration, the longing, the pain, the torment of a little girl who wants to be loved...

It's a pity that she was not recognized by that person until she died. Yang Mengyuan felt sad for that persistent Seventh Miss.

(End of this chapter)