Quite explosive!Boss, she started fortune telling again

Chapter 70 The Affectionate Widower
Facing Aotian's question, Sang Luo didn't answer directly, but said coldly:
"Don't you know if you turn yourself in and give it a try? Why are you asking so much?"

"Master, don't be angry, I don't mean not to believe you."

Aotian thought that Sang Luo spoke to him in such a tone because he didn't believe her, so he was unhappy, and hurriedly waved his hands to explain.

After explaining, he sighed again, "Hey, I'm just asking this question too much. Master, I will surrender right now!"

Then, Aotian hung up the connection, went out and went straight to the Security Bureau.

Netizens in the live broadcast room felt aggrieved by this.

[This kind of scum, who has harmed so many people, can still live in this world well]

【Those baby spirits let him go so easily】

【The sky has no eyes】

【Good people don't live long, but evil will last for thousands of years】

Sang Luo couldn't help but smile when he saw the indignant complaints and emotions from the netizens in the live broadcast room.

After biting the last bite of the melon rind, she spat out the black seeds, "I didn't say just now that the five baby spirits would let him go, you can understand it yourself."

【ah?But didn't the master just say that as long as he knows how to repent and is willing to surrender himself, he can still be saved? 】

【Yes, he has surrendered himself】

Sang Luo threw the melon rind in his hand into the trash can at the corner of the table, then picked up a towel and wiped his hands.

"What I'm saying is, if you repent and surrender, he can still be saved. Repent first, surrender later."

"But until the last second when he left the live broadcast room to surrender, he didn't show any remorse. He only cared about whether he would be sentenced to death. Don't worry, those five infant spirits will not let him go. "

【It turns out like this】

【Looks like the sky still has eyes】

【Wish him to go to eighteen levels of hell after death】

"Okay, let me open a lucky bag and wait for the next lucky person."

Sang Luo didn't say much about Aotian, that kind of person is really not worth her wasting too much talk.

After speaking, she hung up a lucky bag.

After 30 seconds, the lucky bag opened.

【Ahhh!I snatched it ten times but still didn’t get it]

[Hands are really black!If this goes on, I don’t know how long it will take to find the master to calculate the hexagram]

[Look carefully, there are 10 people in the live broadcast room, I never report hoping to grab it]

[Master, can you add another hexagram?There are too few two hexagrams per day, and the other live broadcast rooms are all four hexagrams]

As soon as the lucky bag was opened, there was another howl of resentment in the live broadcast room, all complaining that the lucky bag was hard to grab.

After Sang Luo saw it, he thought it was a good time to promote his Taoist temple, so he said quickly:
"It's naturally possible to add one hexagram. However, I only broadcast live once a week, and I only count three hexagrams each time. The chances of you being able to grab it are still very slim."

"So, I suggest that everyone come to Cangyun Temple and come directly to me for fortune-telling. I watch in the temple every day, and I have five hexagrams every day. Moreover, grabbing lucky bags in the live broadcast room depends on metaphysics, but if you come to the temple, just queue up If you are in front, you can count.”

"And, starting from next month. Guanli will provide free vegetarian meals to fifty pilgrims every day. After offering incense, everyone can also have a vegetarian meal and visit the ancient town at the foot of the mountain."

【Ahhh!After waiting for a long time, the master's dining hall has finally been built! 】

【Great, I will definitely come after the canteen opens next month】

[This is really great for Africans like us who have lived for thousands of years]

【yes!Although I can't be as lucky as them, but I climb the bandits fast, and I will definitely be the first one! 】

Sang Luo smiled, "Let's put it this way, next month, the canteen in No. [-] Guanli will open for vegetarian meals for the first time, so everyone must come to Guanli to enjoy the incense."

The netizens in the live broadcast room were all immersed in the joy of offline fortune-telling opportunities.

At this time, a message floated silently on the public screen.

[Is there anyone looking at me?I'm the one who wins the lucky bag? 】

【Ahahaha, I actually forgot him】

【Let us welcome this predestined person together】

After seeing this message, Sang Luo looked to the lower right corner. It turned out that this netizen named Du Ziteng had applied for a connection for a long time, but she still hadn't connected.

She quickly clicked to agree to connect, and the screen split into two.

A middle-aged man with shoulder-length curly hair appeared on the screen. He looked decadent and artistic, like an artist.

[Du Ziteng sent a goddess to come]

[! !Why did Du Ziteng also come to the live broadcast room?My childhood boy god]

[Oh my god, I actually saw the missing person here, Brother Big Belly!It's so old! 】

[Is this old man famous?Why don't I know? 】

[Those who say they don’t know each other must still be kids. Du Ziteng was a genius in the music industry more than ten years ago]

[Although, his name is so funny, hahaha, my stomach hurts]

Although Sang Luo was not a brat, she didn't know this Du Ziteng either.

Music prodigy, she knows a few.

Shi Yan, Shi Juan, Gao Jianli and Boya were all well-known existences at her time.

"May I ask this predestined person, what do you want to count?"

Du Ziteng's right hand slid from his forehead through the root of his hair to the back of his head, smoothing his Wenqing's signature long hair.

Then he said: "I want to count my dead wife. I want to know if she is too lonely underground?"

After hearing this, Sang Luo was a little confused, "How do you say that?"

Du Ziteng leaned back on the seat, crossed his fingers, and put his hands on his stomach.

"I have dreamed about my wife every night during this period. I think it must be because she misses me so much, so she came to meet me in the dream."

When he said this, Du Ziteng's eyes were full of sadness and affection, and his dejected look made the netizens in the live broadcast room feel distressed.

【God, he looks like he really loves his wife】

[Hey, it's better to be a former singer. You need professional ability and professional ability, and you need character and character.Unlike those in the current entertainment industry, they are single on the surface, but they actually have a child behind their backs]

[Pfft, I suggest everyone not to be fooled by Brother Dadu. Anyone who has known Brother Dadu knows that his eyes are affectionate like a dog. 】

[Also, he will always only love his ex.Even though he misses his dead wife so much now, when his wife was still alive, he also missed his ex-girlfriend every day]

【ah?Is this the legendary affectionate slag? 】

After Sang Luo finished watching the netizen's narration of Du Ziteng's past in the live broadcast room, she raised her head to observe Du Ziteng's face carefully.

Lying silkworms are fat, with many peach blossoms, eyes full of autumn water, sentimental and easily sad, lower lip everted.

However, fortunately, his earlobes are thick and his nose is fleshy. Although he is affectionate, he is not a big bad person.

"What was the content of your dream?" Sang Luo asked.

Du Ziteng lowered his eyes, and a teardrop fell from the corner of his eyes.

(End of this chapter)