The ugly girl wants to be promoted to immortal

Chapter 47
Although Leng Yun was dissatisfied, but what he said could not be counted, and the old man in front of him gave him an unfathomable feeling, so he had no choice but to worship as a teacher.

The first time I saw a fortune teller was a month ago, he walked past Leng Yun, and unexpectedly stopped in his tracks: "Young Master, you have a good face."

Leng Yun stopped suddenly: "Good face? My face doesn't seem to be exposed outside."

"No, no." The fortune teller shook his head: "Who said you have to look at the face?"

"You don't look at the face, so where do you look?" Leng Yun's voice became cold, the sword in his hand tightened, and he let out a sword cry.

The fortune teller smiled: "Your eyes and chin are enough."

"Then why don't you tell me about my face? If what you say is wrong..." Leng Yun turned his back and pointed his sword at the ground, only to see a crack slowly spread to the fortune-teller's feet.

The fortune teller glanced at him indifferently, and then said with a smile: "You are destined to have a nobleman, do you think it is a good face?"

"Is there a noble person in my life?" Leng Yun frowned, very puzzled, but his tone became even colder.

"I am the noble person you are destined to be. Whenever you figure it out, come to me as a teacher." The fortune teller finally turned a little serious, turned around, and was about to leave.

Leng Yun raised the sword in his hand and pointed at the fortune-teller, but saw that the fortune-teller did not dodge, and still looked at him with a smile: "A gentleman uses his mouth but does not move his hands. If I move my hands, you can't stop me."

Seeing that the fortune-teller was so self-confident, Leng Yun smiled faintly: "If you want me to be a teacher, you can, as long as you take a personal thing from my hand, you can choose whatever you want."

"How about the flute on your body?"

As soon as the fortune-teller spoke, the sharpness of the sword in Leng Yun's hand was revealed. The sharp sword crossed the void, leaving a long scratch. Unfortunately, the fortune-teller had gone far away. Laughing voice: "What you say is what you say, and the flute will prove it. It lasts for forty days. Remember to keep your promise when the time comes."

Nowadays, the fortune teller doesn’t need to do it himself at all, the flute is easy to get. Leng Yun sighed slightly, as if lamenting that he was too negligent to be taken advantage of by others, but he didn’t regret it, nor did he mean to blame her. As long as she can come back, he can let the past go.

Thinking of this, Leng Yun knelt down on one knee, handed a cup of tea to the fortune teller, and stood up after watching him get up.

"Can I go?" Although Leng Yun has become a teacher, but with his arrogant personality, if he can't show his true skills to convince him, how can he be willing?
"No." The fortune teller replied bluntly, and then ordered Konjac to take out the medicine box at home.

Konjac, who hadn't realized what was going on, just took the medicine box according to the fortune teller's instructions, but suddenly remembered that Leng Yun's palm was still dripping with bright red blood, and the congealed wound was not as serious as before, but If not treated properly, the wound will heal very slowly.

"Little taro, why are you still standing there? This is your junior brother. Hurry up and help him treat the wound." The fortune-teller coughed twice, and directly exchanged the konjac back into the world in front of him.

"it is good."

When Konjac reacted, he quickly walked up to Leng Yun with the medicine box, gently and carefully held his arm, Leng Yun's hand trembled unconsciously, but he did not refuse Konjac to help him bandage, just Watching her silently.

What a familiar feeling, just like the last time he was injured, Konjac bandaged Leng Yun in the cave, he was just as nervous and uneasy, but it was a pity that this face was not the person he was looking for at all.

"Go back and take care of your body, you are in big trouble." Although the fortune teller didn't say it directly, Leng Yun already understood it thoroughly.

When Leng Yun walked past Konjac, he paused, and still said thank you very uncomfortably.

Seeing Leng Yun walk away, Konjac breathed a sigh of relief, but there was a smirk on the corner of her mouth, giving a bad feeling while looking at the fortune teller.

(End of this chapter)