The ugly girl wants to be promoted to immortal

Chapter 108 The Emperor

"Okay, as long as you wake Xiaoyu up, the flute will be yours."

Wan Jian Yihong couldn't believe that Leng Yun would agree to himself so easily, and asked with a faint smile, "How can I trust you?"

Leng Yun looked down and threw the flute out without any hesitation, it just landed in Wan Jian Yihong's hands.

Wan Jian Yihong looked at Leng Yun in surprise: "Are you really willing to give me the flute?"

"It's not for you, it's for Xiaoyu's life. If something happens to her, what's the use of owning the whole world?" Leng Yun said from the bottom of his heart.

Leng Yun glanced at Konjac for the last time, then walked out of the house, but stopped when passing by Wan Jian Yihong: "Don't make up her mind."

There was a warning in the cold tone, Wan Jian Yihong's heart seemed to be touched by something, watching Leng Yun and the fortune teller leave, he put away all his emotions and walked towards Konjac quietly.

The time passed by every minute and every second, and the room was always very quiet, but Leng Yun never left the front of the room for half a step, not only to accompany, but also to suffer together.

In the middle of the night, there was only a scream, like a spear tearing through the night sky, and Leng Yunfei broke into the room, only to see Konjac sitting on the bedside sweating profusely.

"Little taro, what's wrong with you?" Leng Yun looked at her frightened expression, and felt uneasy as if stimulated.

"Ghost... ghost, so scary..."

Konjac hugged Leng Yun's neck, like a little girl who hasn't grown up yet, it was the first time that Leng Yun felt her weakness and her dependence.

"How could there be a ghost? You must be having a nightmare." Mingming felt someone leaving quickly from the window, but in order to comfort Konjac Leng Yun, he didn't say a word.

"Is it really a dream? But..." Konjac couldn't believe it, but she couldn't tell what was going on. Whether it was a hallucination, a dream or real, she hadn't figured it out yet.

Just after the sound came out of the room, two figures flew towards the woods one after the other. The latter was so fast that he surpassed the former in the blink of an eye and stood in front of him.

"Who are you, why are you blocking my way?" Wan Jian's red eyes turned cold, and his voice was ferocious.

"You can detoxify others, but you can't help yourself."

"Who are you?" Wan Jian Yihong asked in a deep voice.

The figure in the darkness turned around slowly. Although it looked a little blurry, it was enough for Wan Jian Yihong to see his face clearly.

"It's you?" Wan Jian Yihong looked at this person in surprise, from the first moment he saw him, he felt that he was unpredictable, but he couldn't understand the true meaning of his words.

"Hehe, this flute doesn't belong to you. Come to me when you figure it out. Only I can save you."

The moment this person left, a ray of light flashed across his gentle face, and that face became clearer, it was Leng Yun and Konjac's master.

"Is it going to be so soon?" When the fortune teller returned home, he saw Konjac running around happily, and he was amazed at Wan Jian Yihong in his heart.

"Master, Wan Jian Yihong also knows medical skills?" Leng Yun asked curiously.

"Well, but he knows more about the art of using poison, and naturally becomes more familiar with the art of detoxification." The fortune teller explained.

"What, Wan Jian Yihong?" Konjac looked surprised, the figure when she woke up flashed in her mind, the more she looked, the more she looked like Wan Jian Yihong.

"That's right, he saved you." Leng Yun told Konyu how he met Wan Jian Yihong, but he didn't mention anything about using the flute in exchange.

"Ah, it's really Wan Jian Yi Hong." Konjac murmured to herself a little in disbelief, especially when she thought of that face before, she shuddered all over, which was in contrast to the beautiful and handsome face before.

Leng Yunjian mentioned that Wan Jianyihong Konjac suddenly became absent-minded, and his heart suddenly became angry. Seeing his master leave the room, he finally couldn't help but stepped forward and pinched Konjac's chin: "What are you thinking?"

"I don't think about anything, and even if I think about something, there is no need to tell you." Konjac pushed Leng Yun away, thinking that he was really changeable, sometimes indifferent, sometimes passionate, and sometimes furious, but what he didn't know was that it was only in her He will be like this in front of him.

Seeing Konjac's guilty conscience, Leng Yun imprisoned her domineeringly in his arms and forced her to look up at him: "Do you think it has nothing to do with me?"

"Leng Yun." Konjac yelled, and said with a serious expression: "I think you should take medicine."

"Take medicine?" Leng Yun didn't react for a while, and asked in surprise.

"That's right, don't you think your neurosis is getting more and more frequent?" Konjac said solemnly.

Leng Yun finally understood what Konjac meant, and smiled instead of anger: "You should take medicine too, remember the first time we were in the cave, or..."

"Leng Yun, you are shameless." Konjac stepped on it, then turned and left the room.

Leng Yun grinned, resisting the pain coming from his feet and making no sound, but there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

In a dark underground cave, Night Wolf and Spider stood in front of the stone wall. On the wall was a stone statue with a hairy head. The stone statue slowly opened its eyes, blood red and ferocious: "You got the thing?"

"Not yet." Night Wolf said in a low voice, as if he was afraid of being punished.

"Then what are you doing back here?" The avatar's voice turned cold, making one's whole body shiver.

"My lord, don't be angry, it's because the enemy is too powerful. We thought that the flute would be safe, but unexpectedly the black wind array was broken and Leng Yun escaped." Zhu'er bit her red lip and explained.

"Although the Leng family has studied formations for generations, it is still somewhat unexpected to be able to break through the black wind formation in such a short period of time." The stone statue said coldly.

"My lord, the emperor, the black wind formation was not broken by the cold cloud at all, but was broken by someone from the outside." Ye Lang thought for a while and said.

"So there are still people helping them?" the stone statue mused.

"We will find out the truth as soon as possible and get the magic flute. My lord, please take care of yourself." Zhu'er felt the anger of the stone statue, and her attitude became more respectful.

"Then hurry up." The stone statue roared fiercely, and the entire cave trembled violently.

"Let's go right away." After saying that, Yelang and Zhu'er left in a flash.

Just after the two left, a black demon figure appeared in the cave. He was dressed in black, and his ghostly face was as scary as a skeleton. He smiled coldly, and only heard the sentence "It's useless!" "Then the whole person disappeared into the underground cave.

"Where will this Wanjian Yihong go?"

Konjac took advantage of Leng Yun's Muslim religion, and the fortune teller went out and ran out quietly. She always felt that Wan Jian Yihong became that way to save herself, so she should say thank you to him no matter what.

She searched the entire market but did not find Wan Jian Yihong, but she met a familiar person. She still remembered the scene when she first came to Qianluo City and searched for a fairy medicine to cure her face. At that time, she knew that there was a woman who was more distressed than herself, and it was the "Qian Jin" woman.

(End of this chapter)