The ugly girl wants to be promoted to immortal

Chapter 4
The fortune teller took Konjac back to his home. Although the house was big, it looked a little dilapidated, and there were no extra decorations except the necessities.

"Little humble house, I can only wrong the girl for the time being." The fortune teller saw Konjac looking around non-stop, and said with a chuckle.

"Fortune teller, what did you bring me here for?" Konjac looked at him curiously, thinking of the disrespect towards him during the day, his expression became a little unnatural.

The fortune teller stroked his beard, and then walked towards the inner room, but with a warm smile on his face all the time, Konjac was frightened when he saw it. He was obviously making things difficult for him, and he still has such a good attitude. Could it be that he deliberately lured himself into At this point, he must have gone to the house to get a weapon while no one is looking for revenge...

Konjac will also be afraid sometimes, just like when she was a flower demon, a handsome young man rode by on a horse, and the sisters beside her were all elated, as if they saw the prince charming in their hearts, and they wished to become adults immediately. The body agrees, but the young man didn't even look at it. When he passed Konjac, he stopped his horse's hooves instead. The disgusted look in his eyes seemed to be looking at the ugliest thing in the world. When Konjac was panicked, he mercilessly struck stab down.

It's terrifying to think about it, but fortunately, it only pierced a leaf of her. Since then, Konjac has made an oath that when she is a human being, it will be the day of her revenge.

What's more, she was almost killed by the man in white that night, and now she is in the mouth of a sheep again. I don't know what kind of heart this man has in mind. The more she thinks about it, the more something is wrong. Before the fortune teller came out, she quietly walked towards the door.

"Huh? Where are you going, girl?" The fortune teller walked out of the back room, just in time to see Konjac open the door, with a look of surprise on his face.

Konjac turned his back to the fortune teller, but saw a bitter face, as if lamenting that it was really not the right time for him to come out.

"Oh, I didn't want to go there, but I just think the flowers in the courtyard are blooming brightly and fragrantly, which is really lovely." Konjac had an idea, but saw the beautiful scenery in front of him just to express it.

"Hehe." The fortune teller walked out of the room, looked at the flowers and plants in the garden, his eyes glowed with pride, and said, "These flowers are not ordinary flowers, and there are holy medicines for beauty."

Taro hates flowers and plants the most. Maybe it is because he was born to be hated by others, so he left the team, but now he has to look at them more, because there are fairy grass fairies in the flowers that make him beautiful medicine.

"Really? Which one?" Because the konjac was too excited, he pointed to several flowers and plants: "Is it this? This or this..."

"Hehe, girl, don't worry, let me see your face first." The fortune teller shook his head, as if telling her that it was nothing.

When Konjac heard that the fortune teller wanted to see her face, she habitually covered her face with her hands, as if her most shameful side was hidden under the veil.

"You don't have to be so cautious, you can only be cured by prescribing the right medicine. How can I cure you if I don't look at your face?" The fortune teller didn't mean to force it, but simply said a few reasonable things.

"Okay... okay." Konjac hesitated for a while before lifting the veil unnaturally.

"Huh? Piebald." The fortune teller was a little surprised, as if he had never thought of such a face.

The entire face of konjac looks black, with patches of red, green, blue or purple unevenly distributed on it, which looks strange and disgusting.

The fortune teller didn't show much disgust, perhaps because he had seen such a face before, so he looked calm and full of confidence.

"Piebald face is not born, it is caused by toxins. The toxins come from a poisonous flower insect. I don't know how the girl got it. I happen to have a ready-made powder here. You insist on applying it every day and taking the pills. It takes two to heal your face."

Konjac looked at the two bottles of elixir handed over by the fortune teller, and was ecstatic. Just as he was about to reach out to pick it up, a voice came from his ear: "Wait a minute."

Although the voice is not loud, it is like thunder.

(End of this chapter)