I've died 47 times in this game, so I've decided to sell it.

The diviners looked at each other for a moment, but since the Grand Diviner had spoken, no one dared to ask any more questions.

They all stood up, bowed, and filed out carrying scrolls and terminals.

The last person to leave thoughtfully closed the conference room door behind them.

The moment the door closed, Qi Ye slumped into the chair and let out a long breath.

He looked down at his current body.

Petite, slender, with a flat chest.

He extended his index finger, hesitated for a long time, and then poked it.

Even through the fabric, you can feel that uniquely feminine softness; she must be quite well-endowed.

He withdrew his finger and sighed:

"Wow, flat-chested! My favorite."

However, he didn't play with it casually as expected. Instead, he sat up straight and straightened his collar.

He adopted a serious expression and addressed the empty conference room solemnly:

"I am a person with professional ethics!"

He held that position for about three seconds.

Then he chuckled.

The laughter echoed in the empty conference room, carrying the smug pleasure of someone who had done something wrong.

He stretched out his finger again and poked his chest, then quickly withdrew his hand.

His entire face was etched with a serious expression that said, "I'm just confirming that this body's basic characteristics are absolutely free of any ill intentions."

Confirmed. She does have some assets, though not much, but definitely not small-breasted.

Fu Xuan usually wore that loose-fitting divination robe, so you couldn't tell at all.

"Lord Fu Xuan, you've always kept your true colors well hidden."

He sighed as he looked at the terminal screen on the table.

After speaking, he picked up the phone on the table—the Grand Diviner's phone—and unlocked it with facial recognition; the screen lit up.

He turned on the camera, propped the phone up on the table, adjusted the angle, and then struck a pose.

The kind of defeat CG style

He lay on his side on the ground, his eyes slightly bright, his hair scattered on the ground, his gaze unfocused yet filled with a hint of defiance.

He took more than a dozen photos, and every single one was good enough to be used as card illustrations.

As he looked through these photos, he suddenly understood why March 7th always liked to take pictures of him secretly.

There is an indescribable joy in filming other people's embarrassing moments.

However, to be honest, he had almost forgotten about the purpose of this mission.

Last time the side effects lasted all day, and this time it will probably last a similar duration.

Since we're already here, let's just consider this a scouting trip for the Immortal Boat.

Meanwhile, on the Star Train.

Fu Xuan stood in front of the sink in Qi Ye's room.

Looking at the familiar figure in the mirror, disbelief was written all over his face.

"Is that you, big brother!"

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Chapter 76 Little Sparrow

Taibusi

Qi Ye sat in the conference room for a while longer.

I looked at those defeated CG-style selfies over and over again, and the more I looked, the more satisfied I became.

However, taking selfies in the conference room is not enough to familiarize yourself with the terrain of Tabusi. Since you're here, you have to do an on-site inspection.

Qi Ye walked out of the conference room with her hands behind her back.

He walked with his head held high and chest out in the corridor of the Tabuan.

He walked along, observing his surroundings and sighing inwardly.

The interior design of this tabues was much more luxurious than he had imagined.

The walls were covered with rows of divination scrolls, clearly indicating that it was a wealthy and powerful organization.

He walked out of the corridor and came to a terrace, where he could see the entire Luofu Immortal Ship.

The sea of ​​clouds surged, the buildings were scattered, and the starry rafts shuttled back and forth through the alleys.

He leaned against the railing and sighed:

"This place is really nice, much better than my shabby room."

He looked down at the divination robe he was wearing, and then touched his long pink hair.

Then he grinned at the sky:

"Lord Fu Xuan, I'll use your body for one day."

Don't worry, I will manage the Tabusi Temple well for you.

At least it won't collapse.

He stood there for a while, feeling the wind from the fairy boat blowing on his face, and then he suddenly remembered a question.

He has no memory of Fu Xuan.

This is a bit troublesome.

He was unaware of the daily procedures of the diviner's office, nor did he know the names of the diviners.

I don't know what tone of voice to use when I'm in a meeting.

"I have cast a divination today that is extremely ominous. You should prepare yourselves mentally."

He frowned, but quickly relaxed.

Anyway, it's not the first time I've used someone else's body.

When something happens, deal with it; when you meet someone, just brush them off. If you really can't brush them off, just say, "I need to meditate."

It's normal for the Grand Diviner to go into seclusion for a few days, isn't it?

"Never mind." He clapped his hands.

"The boat will straighten itself when it reaches the bridge, and the car will find a way when it reaches the mountain. What kind of scene haven't I seen at Qiye?"

"Could we really be stumped by a mere diviner?"

He turned and walked deeper into the corridor.

He decided to take a walk around first to familiarize himself with the terrain of Tabusi.

While we're at it, let's see if there's anything valuable.

They hadn't walked far when two diviners dressed in the uniforms of the Taipusi (a high-ranking official in charge of divination) approached them.

Upon seeing him, he immediately stopped and bowed in greeting:

"Lord Taibu."

"Ah."

Qi Ye mimicked Fu Xuan's usual tone, gave a faint reply, and continued walking forward.

The two fortune tellers whispered among themselves:

"The Grand Diviner seems to be in a good mood today."

"Yes, she seems to have a different aura than usual."

"Perhaps it's because the formation simulations have been going smoothly recently."

Qi Ye didn't hear those whispers. He had already turned into a corridor, and on the way, he suddenly remembered someone.

Bluebird.

Fu Xuan's lackey from the Taibu Si, who spends all his time slacking off and playing mahjong.

If he were on the Immortal Ship, Qingque would definitely still be slacking off in some corner of the Taibu Temple.

He could use his identity as "Grand Diviner" to tease her.

He quickened his pace toward the office area of ​​Tabuan.

But after taking a couple of steps, he realized he didn't know which room Qingque usually slacked off in.

He stopped, stood in the middle of the corridor and thought for a moment, then decided to stop pretending.

He turned around and waved to a diviner who had just come out of the next room:

"Come here for a moment."

The fortune teller was a young man who looked like he hadn't been working there long.

When the Grand Diviner beckoned to him, he tensed up so much that his back straightened.

"Grand Diviner! What are your orders?"

"Where is Qingque?"

Qiye said

Where did she run off to again?

The fortune teller's expression immediately became subtle, as if he was trying hard to find the right words to avoid saying the wrong thing:

"Qingque... Senior Qingque... is in the archives."

"The archives?"

Qi Ye raised an eyebrow.

He discovered that he could actually control Fu Xuan's face to make various expressions at will.

"Did she go to organize the files?"

"Yes. You mentioned before that she went to play mahjong again, so you made her copy the catalog in the archives for three days."

Qi Ye was overjoyed.

Fu Xuan actually punished Qing Que by making her copy the catalog from the archives; it was practically a secret code tailor-made for him.

He suppressed a laugh, maintaining Fu Xuan's characteristic aloof expression:

"Not bad, you remember quite clearly. Take me there."

The diviner dared not delay and quickly led the way, passing through several corridors and turning two corners.

Finally, it stopped in front of a half-open wooden door:

"Lord Taibu, Lord Qingque is inside."

"Alright, you can go now." Qi Ye waved his hand.

The diviner felt as if he had been granted a pardon and quickly turned and left.

Qi Ye stood in front of the wooden door and peeked inside through the crack.

Through the crack in the door, you could see a figure lying on the table.

He was limp like a forgotten rag, his head resting on his arm, drool almost dripping onto the table.

Several half-open scrolls were scattered nearby.

He pushed open the door, slipped inside, and then quietly closed it again.

He walked to the table and looked down at the blue sparrow perched on it.