The ugly girl wants to be promoted to immortal

Chapter 42
In the early morning, the entire Leng Yun Sect began to become restless again. Everyone looked at Leng Yun and went crazy, and then they began to search for Konjac again.

"It's not so easy to trap me. Fortunately, I can return to my original body." Konjac praised herself triumphantly, but a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes. She looked back from a distance, always feeling a little lost in her heart.

Although Leng Yun forbids everyone to go in and out of the church privately, those who clean up the garbage are very free. The konjac transforms into an ugly corpse flower body, and then mixed in the messy grass piles, followed by the garbage being cleared out.

Konjac put away the flute, and now she has changed back to her female attire. Even if Leng Yun sent someone to look for her, she would not recognize her at all, so she has nothing to worry about.

Konjac couldn't wait to rush to the fortune teller's house, shouted several times in a row, but no one answered, it seemed that he had gone out.

Just when Konjac was about to leave, he heard a voice from the roof: "Get the things so soon?"

"What are you doing there?" Konjac looked up, and it was the fortune teller with a kind face.

"Wait for you, hehe..." The fortune teller smiled: "I have already calculated that you will come today."

"Are you really that godly?" Konjac asked half-believingly, but couldn't hide the admiration on his face: "Then can you help me find out the whereabouts of a person?"

"Looking for someone? Hehe, it's far away in the sky, but close in front of you." The fortune teller stroked the beard at the corner of his mouth, and replied with a little deep meaning.

"Really? Then do you know who I want?" Konjac saw that the fortune teller was so sure, thinking that he was bragging, with a slight disdain on the corner of his mouth.

"I'm just a fortune teller. I'm not a god. Even if he is a god, he can't know everything, ha ha." After the fortune teller finished speaking, he waved his hand gently, and saw the flute in Konjac's hand flying directly in front of him, just in time He holds it in the palm of his hand.

"Why is the flute in your hands?" Konjac couldn't believe his eyes, the flute was obviously in his own hands, but in the blink of an eye, it actually landed in the hands of the fortune teller.

"Hehe, did you give it to me?"

As soon as the fortune teller finished speaking, there was a quiet flute sound on the roof. This flute sound was completely different from the sound blown by Leng Yun. It was far-reaching and carefree, giving people a feeling of freedom and unrestraint.Although Leng Yun's flute sounds nice, it is always icy and cold, unable to conceal the sadness in his heart.

"You must return the flute now." The fortune teller finished the song, and his expression became serious.

"Then how can it be, I just took it back and you asked me to return it, Leng Yun will kill me, besides, you haven't given me the Yan Dan yet." Konjac refused.

"Dingyan Pill can be given to you now." The fortune-teller threw a small green medicine bottle into Konjac's hands immediately after speaking: "If you don't send the flute back, Leng Yun's life will be in danger."

When Konjac heard that Leng Yun was in danger, her body shook inexplicably. She really didn't understand what the person in front of her wanted to do. Sometimes she would let herself steal the flute, and then let herself return the flute. If it wasn't for this She would not take such a risk for Ding Yandan, but now that she and the fortune-teller are settled, but she has no relationship with Leng Yun, if he is really in danger because she stole his flute, how can she Peace of mind?
"Don't worry, he won't recognize you. You can dress up as you were, and then tell him that a fortune teller asked you to hand over the flute to him." The fortune teller waved his hand, and the flute had returned. Konjac's hand, looked up again, but the fortune teller was already walking towards the house.

"Old man, who are you? Could it be that you are really a fairy?" Konjac followed closely behind the fortune teller, as if I would not leave unless you told me.

"It's going to be late if you don't hurry up." The fortune teller took out a medicine box from the room, which was filled with miscellaneous things, without even saying hello, and directly smeared something on Konjac's face.

"What are you doing?" Konjac dodged backwards because he didn't know.

"Don't you want to be recognized by Leng Yun? Help you put on makeup." The fortune teller gave a funny smile, and instantly turned into a malicious old man.

(End of this chapter)