Four and a half years old, six nephews compete for favor on the Internet

Chapter 288 There Are Charlatans Here

This talisman?

Suspecting something wrong with his eyes, he rubbed them vigorously with his hands.

The excited old man immediately forwarded the video and shared it in a group.

"Come and see, is this the legendary Hundred Nightmare Talisman?"

"I thought it was a health-preserving video, but I didn't even want to open it."

"Isn't it, the Hundred Nightmare Talisman? The person who can draw the Hundred Nightmare Talisman, in today's world, is only the head of the Heavenly Master Sect."

"I'm not mistaken, who is this child?"

"It's really a Hundred Nightmare Talisman. What kind of program is this? I want to watch it."

"I'll go as well."

The group of friends were excited.

The Hundred Nightmare Talisman can overcome all evil spells.

Its attraction to people in the metaphysical world is like a beggar suddenly descending from the status of an heir to hundreds of billions.

When the black fans went crazy, there were more comments from people who claimed to be metaphysical in the comments, and one of the comments was directly attacked by black fans for hundreds of floors.

【She is using the Hundred Nightmare Talisman, a nearly lost talisman in our metaphysics world. This child will be able to wake up very soon. Two hours is an exaggeration, three to ten minutes is enough. 】

[Everyone, come and see, there are charlatans here. 】

[The little thing has capital behind it, and the reviewer has made it like this, waiting for a slap in the face for a while. 】

[I can't afford to offend the Lu family, the capital is too big, I have pity on my family, Yiyi. 】

[He can wake up, and I will perform on the spot and eat poop. 】

[Upstairs, I have taken a screenshot. 】

……

These people obviously didn't believe their words, and the people in the metaphysics world were a little angry, and all their comments were swallowed.

Forget it, anyway, what they care about is the little celestial master in the variety show.

Some old people eagerly asked their grandsons to download the scarf, and she wanted to pay attention to the little celestial master Lu Xiaoguai.

In the blink of an eye, the camera cuts to Zheng Zhi and Gu Jinghong.

One big and one small, talk very little.

They belong to the category of silent work. They cooperate with carrying water and vegetables, and they look like a pair of young father and son.

They feel the real pastoral leisure style here, and those who like to heal the wind like to be in their live broadcast room.

Once again, the camera fell on Fan Xixi and Miao Miaomiao's live broadcast room. The two of them were surrounding the family to help peel peanuts.

Fan Xixi peeled the peanuts and sang, while Miao Miaomiao danced. The two elderly people laughed, and the atmosphere was very warm, as if they were really three generations of grandparents.

The grandfather loved Miao Miaomiao very much, and stuffed her with a lot of delicious food. Although they were all worthless things, she really appreciated it.

This is reminiscent of many grandparents in the countryside.

[I'm going to call my grandpa and go back to my hometown to accompany them during the summer vacation. 】

[When I was young, every time I went to my grandma’s house, my grandma would secretly stuff me with delicious food and money. Looking back, my youth is gone. 】

[Miaomiao is an elf who can dance. 】

……

When the camera turned to Yan Xuan and Su Yiyi, the painting style changed suddenly. Yan Xuan was helping the villagers pick peaches, and Su Yiyi was wearing a hat to hold peaches.

It was supposed to be a tacit cooperation, but some sharp-eyed people noticed that Su Yiyi only pretended to be red and big fruits.

After picking it up, she took a bite and put it on the chair again after feeling unpalatable.

Su Yiyi explained: "I'll take it with me when I go back later, and I won't throw it away. Everyone, cherish fruits and food."

"Little girl, put all these peaches into the basket. You can't just want the big red ones. These are all good. Although they are not red, they are ripe and not sour at all."

Middle-aged uncle Wang Gui, frowning and bending over to pick up peaches.

Su Yiyi's face turned red, with deep embarrassment: "Uncle, I'm sorry, I...I just want to pick some good peaches so that uncle can sell them."

(End of this chapter)