As soon as An Rugu finished speaking, everyone in the live broadcast room, including Qingkong Wanli, was stunned.
The husband who has a clear sky is not cheating on you?
Qingkong Wanli sniffed, shook his head and said, "Master, I know you want to comfort me, but he really cheated on me. He told me this himself, and I saw it with my own eyes. How could it be false?"
"What did he tell you?"
Qingkongwanli didn't want to recall that humiliating incident, but An Rugu asked, so she had to answer truthfully: "A week ago, he was still very normal. The weekend was my birthday. As usual, I got off work early and waited for him to come back and go out for dinner together.
However, he did not come back alone, but with a beautiful woman.
He told me that he had violated his promise of marriage fidelity and fell in love with the woman next to him. He felt sorry for me and to compensate me, he would leave the house and give me all the property and car.
He also said that fortunately we don't have children so we can divide the things cleanly.
I was stunned at the time and asked him if he was crazy or if he wanted to give me a surprise for my birthday.
However, he said sorry again and said that the signed divorce agreement would be sent to me, and then left with the woman.
I sat on the couch from day till night and couldn't believe what was happening."
Qingkongwanli said as he wiped his tears with his hands and cursed: "I don't know if he was thinking about me or someone else when we slept in the same bed together? It makes me want to vomit when I think of him now. How could he become so disgusting?"
[She walked into the door with her mistress in a proud manner... her sister is so pitiful. 】
[Don't get close to men, you will become unhappy. ]
[But the master said that her husband did not cheat on her, so there must be a misunderstanding. ]
An Rugu frowned slightly when she heard this, feeling that fate was playing tricks on her. After thinking for a while, she said, "But the result I calculated is that he did not cheat. His horoscope has strong official and killing signs, which represent self-discipline and sense of responsibility. Your husband is likely to take the family as his responsibility and be very loyal to the marriage.
And judging from his physiognomy, his ears are not prominent, his forehead is wide, and his personality is gentle. You are in a dominant position in the marriage, and he has no other peach blossoms except you. "
Qingkong Wanli was stunned where he was, even forgetting to cry, and said blankly: "...Then what's wrong with him?"
This fortune teller was so accurate and reported her family situation so clearly. The fortune he told her husband should also be true. I'm afraid her husband really didn't cheat on her.
Is her husband deliberately playing a prank on her?
When she thought of this, she clenched her teeth. She had a strong personality, and if the other party had really lied to her for so many days, she would not be able to get rid of the hatred in her heart unless she retaliated.
However, at this time, An Rugu sighed softly and told the result of her calculation: "Your husband has been unlucky recently. He has an owl sitting on his sun sign, and his luck is that the owl will take away his food. He has stomach problems..."
Before An Rugu finished speaking, Qingkong Wanli understood what was going on. He immediately stood up, ran out with his phone in hand, and the wired earphones fell out of his ears.
Her family has several properties in total. Since their divorce, her husband has been living in another one and the two of them have turned a blind eye to it.
Qingkongwanli completely forgot about the live broadcast, and there was only one thought left in her mind - her husband had a terminal illness, no wonder he wanted to divorce her.
A husband with a dysfunctional mind would indeed do something like this.
She covered her face, sneered a few times, and then burst into tears, causing the taxi driver to look back frequently.
After getting off the car, she ran into the community like an arrow, came to a house, inserted the key into the door with trembling hands, and turned the door lock.
As soon as the door opened, a strong and pungent smell of alcohol mixed with the smell of dust rushed straight to the top of my head. The curtains were drawn in the room. It was clearly daytime, but it looked like night. Newspapers, books, bottles and paper scraps were scattered on the floor.
Qingkong Wanli ran in and almost tripped over a wine bottle.
A man in his thirties was lying on the sofa and snoring, holding a bottle of red wine in his hand. There was half a bottle of wine in the bottle and he looked like he was drunk.
His clothes were disheveled, his face was flushed from drinking too much, and his hair was a mess, completely different from his previous elite appearance.
Seeing this, Qingkong Wanli did not feel sorry for him. Instead, he went up and slapped the other person, waking him up.
The man rubbed his sleepy eyes, looked up at the person who came, and after finding out it was his wife, he couldn't help but shrink back holding the bottle, his eyes dodging: "You, what are you doing here?"
Qingkong Wanli sneered and said, "Aren't you living a happy life with your lover? Why, your lover ran away, so you drink alone?"
The man turned his head away and said in a muffled voice: "Well...she went out for something. What's wrong with me drinking a little? It's none of your business."
His appearance completely ignited Qingkong Wanli's anger. In front of tens of thousands of people in the live broadcast room, she slapped the man again, making him see stars.
The man was stunned and extremely confused. When did his wife become so violent?
However, Qingkong Wanli raised his right hand and grabbed his shirt collar, and cursed with red eyes: "Why didn't you tell me that you have a terminal illness? Don't I have the right to know?"
The man was stunned when he heard this, and lowered his eyes. He was a little tongue-tied because of drinking too much, and said guiltily: "You, you know everything."
"Yes, I know. This is the first time I know you are such a bitch!"
The man's eyes flashed with deep pain. He raised his hands to cover his eyes, not wanting his to see his miserable appearance. "I don't want to, but I have advanced stomach cancer and the doctor said I won't live for more than three months. You are still young, and you shouldn't be tied to a grave for the rest of your life. You wife deserves a better life. Isn't that what those idol TV dramas play like?"
They have known each other for fourteen years, and this relationship has been integrated into their souls. No one can bear to lose the other suddenly. Rather than letting her know that he has a terminal illness and become a burden to her, it is better to let her give up and forget him.
He didn't want his wife to be trapped by this deep relationship.
He thought his wife would agree with him after he said that, but instead he heard his wife's angry voice.
"You are amazing, you are a love saint! You must have gone crazy watching idol dramas."
Qingkong Wanli said with tears in her eyes: "You lied to me like this. To put it nicely, it doesn't delay me, but in fact it deprives me of the right to face difficulties with you. Why do you make choices for me?
Do you think this is for my own good? You are obviously the most selfish one! "
The man's eyes became even redder, and he couldn't help but drop the bottle in his hand. He raised his hands to hug his wife, feeling very sorry, and cried, "...I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
After he was diagnosed, he found a colleague to act out a play. After preparing for the divorce, he pretended to live with her in another city, but in fact he went to the frontier he had always wanted to go to and died quietly.
The man had made an elaborate plan. Three months was enough time for him to hide it from everyone. After that, no one would be able to find him. Even if the truth was revealed later, the other party would have a new life, and his death would not have such a big impact on her.
Qingkong Wanli was still angry and her hands were itching to hit her husband, but then she thought again that her husband was in the late stage of cancer and was in poor health and could not be hit.
She could only withdraw her hand and let the other person hold her. After a long while, she said in a muffled voice: "You can only live for three months, right? If the provincial hospital is not good, we will go to the capital. If the capital is not good, we will go to other places. We can't give up like this!"
The man knew that he didn't have much time left, but seeing that his wife was so insistent on treatment, he had no choice but to agree: "...Okay, I'll listen to you."
Although Qingkongwanli's mobile phone did not capture the whole picture, it captured a part of it and recorded all the sounds. The live broadcast room suddenly became lively.
[No wonder the anchor said the other party didn't cheat. It turns out that her husband had a terminal illness so she concealed the fact. What a sudden turn of events. Too melodramatic.]
[I sit at home and dog food comes to me. I am full and don't need to eat for the whole day. ]
[I support Youyuanren this time. Youyuanren's husband is too self-righteous. Why does he think that hiding things is the best outcome? I hate being cheated the most. If it were me, I would divorce him right now and let him die alone. ]
[I'm the opposite. I support my husband. It would be really difficult for the destined person to work and accompany a terminally ill patient for treatment. My husband made this decision and left the house with nothing. It's already very good for the destined person. ]
[Plus one, compared to that Phoenix man from the underworld, this husband is simply from the sun. ]
【The Predestined One: This blessing is for you, do you want it? 】
The rift between the couple gradually disappeared, and they gradually returned to their previous inseparable state.
Qingkongwanli suddenly remembered that she was still connected to the live broadcast room, so she picked up her headphones, put them back on her ears, and looked at An Rugu with a distressed face: "Master, I'm sorry to make you laugh, my husband's brain circuit is not normal. He doesn't have any other hobbies after get off work, he just likes to cook and watch idol dramas."
The man was embarrassed by Qingkong Wanli's teasing. He didn't know who Qingkong Wanli was talking to, so he asked: "Who are you talking to?"
"This is a fortune-telling live broadcast room. The host told me that you didn't cheat."
Qingkong Wanli thought about this and glared at him: "If you hadn't been confused, why would I cry in front of so many people? Now it's all broadcast live, maybe everyone who knows us will know about it."
man:"……"
After Qingkong Wanli vented his anger, he felt much better and his expression eased. He said to An Rugu, "Master, I will take him for a physical examination now. I heard that if cancer patients are treated well, they can live longer."
Her tone was very calm and firm, and it was obvious that she had accepted the reality and was ready to fight cancer with her husband.
Her husband and the audience in the live broadcast room were deeply moved when they heard this.
[Where can I find a wife who will stick with me through thick and thin? ]
[It’s rare to see a couple with such a sweet relationship in the live studio, but they have only been together for more than three months. Things are unpredictable! ]
[Plus one, I hope you can still be together in your next life. ]
In the sad atmosphere, An Rugu's calm voice came from the microphone: "Actually... your husband's stomach disease is not that serious, it's just a minor illness."
According to the fate line she saw, her husband's life expectancy was over 80 years old.
The Clear Sky Couple: “???”
Audience in the live broadcast room: “???
Qingkong Wanli screamed, feeling extremely surprised: "Really? He really only has a minor illness?"
Amid everyone's surprised gazes, An Rugu hummed, "Yes, it's just a minor illness. The reason why it was diagnosed as advanced cancer was probably a misdiagnosis by the hospital. You can go to the hospital to check the details. By the way, you should also have a physical examination."
"Okay, okay, definitely."
Qingkong Wanli had long admired An Rugu, so she believed it immediately and agreed quickly. She then frantically gave gifts in the live broadcast room, hung up the phone, and hurriedly took her husband to the hospital for a physical examination.
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[Oh my god, her husband's cancer was actually misdiagnosed. What a twist.]
[Why didn't the anchor say it at the beginning, but only said it later? 】
[Hahaha because the destined person ran to find her husband immediately after hearing that her husband was sick, and her headphones fell off, so the host didn’t have a chance to say anything.]
[Poor anchor, he didn't even let me finish my words.]
[Help! The anchor is actually starting to arrange marriages. This is not normal! ]
[Am I the only one who is curious about why the anchor asked the destined person to undergo a physical examination as well? 】
[The couple may have contracted an infectious disease together. And the couple has been sad for so long, so they probably have psychological problems.]
When An Rugu saw these comments, he picked up the teacup, revealing his elbows as smooth as jade, and took a sip of tea slowly.
If the Sun Yao holds the world, it means that the destined person is pregnant. If the moon is in harmony with the sun, it is strong and prosperous, which means that the destined person will have no problem with having a child.
The couple had been married for many years without having any children, so this was a pleasant surprise.
But she didn't say much. After all, the results of their physical examinations came out one after the other, which was double happiness for them and they would definitely be happier.
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Then, An Rugu contacted the next destined person [Wu Gu Za Liang], and Wu Gu Za Liang immediately responded with a video call to tell fortunes, as if he had something urgent and was in a hurry.
After the call was connected, a couple came into view, probably in their fifties. They were dressed simply, their black hair was streaked with silver, their skin was a little rough, and their posture was a little stiff.
[This is the oldest person who has a connection with us in the history of the live broadcast room. ]
[Do uncles and aunts also go online to watch anchors’ live broadcasts? 】
[My parents are over 60 years old. After I recommended it to them last time, they watched the live broadcast every day. While watching, they told me that fortune-telling was amazing and they really wanted to participate in the lottery, but they never won. Hahahaha, that’s great. I’m really afraid that they will win.]
Wu Gu Za Liang was a man. He greeted An Ru Gu politely: "Hello, host. I'm here to tell fortunes."
"Okay, please pay the divination fee, a high-energy salute."
Wu Gu Za Liang obviously knew the rules. After operating it clumsily for a while, he sent out the gift and said with a smile: "My son was watching your live broadcast before. I took a few glances. Otherwise, I really wouldn't know how to operate it."
"Well, what do you want to do this time?"
Wu Gu Za Liang felt a little headache after hearing this. He glanced at his wife and said with a complicated expression, "I want to calculate when my son will stop playing with flying?"
[Wow, the son of my destined person is a pilot? ]
[But flying a plane is a job for a captain, and he cannot stop unless he resigns.]
Wu Gu Za Liang knew how to read. After seeing these comments from the corner of his eye, he hurriedly explained: "Xiao Ming is a sportsman, not a pilot. He also often broadcasts live online. I heard that he has many fans."
As soon as he finished speaking, the audience in the live broadcast room became excited.
[I am not sleepy anymore when you say this. It turns out that the son of this destined person is an Internet celebrity. Let me see who he is. ]
[Is the anchor who does flying a sport a part of extreme sports? ]
[I guess it's wingsuit flying.]
As expected, Wu Gu Za Liang didn't know how to explain, so he took out a photo of his son. The person in the photo was wearing black clothes, like a bat, and his appearance was not clear at all, making it impossible to guess who he was.
Fortunately, his identity was written at the bottom of the photo: "Gold medalist of the 23rd Wingsuit Flying Competition - Dong Ming."
As soon as this photo came out, the live broadcast room suddenly became lively.
[Wow, I actually saw my husband in the live broadcast room. Hello, father-in-law, hello, mother-in-law! ]
[Ahhh, he is my husband! Don’t fight with me for him! ]
[Is this person famous? Why are you so excited? ]
[Although Dong Ming is not particularly popular in the general public, he is very popular in the extreme sports circle. He has played many extremely dangerous extreme sports, including wing suit flying, free diving... In short, he is awesome. Basically, if you know the extreme sports circle, you know Dong Ming.]
[I heard that he is currently participating in the 34th Wingsuit Flying Competition. ]
Many people who didn’t know Dong Ming immediately searched for him on the browser and were dazzled by the many honors he had received.
There was an endless stream of praise for Dong Ming in the live broadcast room, but Wu Gu Za Liang, the father, was not in a good mood, and his expression was even a little bitter.
He sighed and said sadly, "There are many accidents in these sports. There are frequent accidents in flights. The news often reports that someone has had an accident. Every time he goes out, I have to worry for a whole day until he reports that he is safe. I can't feel at ease. This day... When will it end?"
His wife looked sad: "We used to live in the mountains. We were very poor. We moved to the city because Dong Ming made a lot of money doing extreme sports. Over the years, he has made more and more money, and the projects he has taken on have become more and more dangerous. We are really scared. Especially today, my right eyelid has been twitching. My left eyelid is a good sign, but my right eyelid is a bad sign. I am afraid that something will happen to his flight today."
Wu Gu Za Liang nodded, agreeing with him, with hope in his eyes: "Master, he is as stubborn as a cow, I know I can't persuade him, why don't you calculate whether Xiao Ming is safe today and whether he can go home smoothly."
"This photo won't work. Do you have a photo showing his face?"
"Yes!" Wu Gu Za Liang immediately turned around and left. When he came back, he was holding a solo photo in his hand. It was Dong Ming's daily photo, which made Dong Ming's fans in the live broadcast room very excited.
However, at this moment, An Rugu counted with his fingers, frowned slightly, and looked a little bad. He shook his head gently: "His forehead is as black as coal, and his face looks dead. He will not survive today."
Dong Ming's parents: "!!!"
The audience in the live broadcast room: “!!!”
【Wuwuwu, please don’t do that!!!】
[Oh, I'm going to cry. He's only 28 years old.]
[The mortality rate of wingsuit flying is as high as 30%. It can be said that it is playing a death game with one's life. Alas, it is expected. ]
[This new viewer heard the host spreading rumors as soon as he entered the live broadcast room. Spreading rumors will lead to legal liability! ]
Dong Ming's mother collapsed immediately, tears pouring down her cheeks: "We only have this one son. If he dies, we won't be able to survive. I knew something would happen. He started making money to supplement the family income, but he kept making more and more. We told him that enough was enough and he shouldn't take on any more activities, but he didn't listen and wanted to make more money. Money is not as important as life..."
Dong's mother immediately stood up and wanted to call her son, but then she remembered that she couldn't answer the phone during the game, and she didn't know how to stop him.
Both of them were in their fifties, and their already gray hair seemed to have become even grayer.
Dong Ming's father was stunned for a long time, then he subconsciously used his rough fingers to take out a handful of small bills from his pocket, put them all in front of the phone, and said incoherently: "Master, can you help Xiao Ming? Xiao Ming has money, please save Xiao Ming!"
The gray-haired Mr. Dong's eyes were red, he was at a loss and fell into a trance, feeling that the whole world was about to collapse.
Dong Ming was their only son, and they simply could not accept the consequences of losing him.
[I checked the time of the wingsuit flying competition. It starts at 2:30 pm, which is 15 minutes away.]
[I called the organizers, but they said I was crazy and no one believed me.]
[If it were any normal person, they wouldn't believe this. I can understand, but I can't accept it. Dong Ming doesn't want to die! ]
[There are only fifteen minutes left, and I can't think of a way to save him.]
The audience in the live broadcast room were busy trying to find a solution. At some point, An Rugu left the computer and came back with a talisman with complicated symbols in his hand.
This was what she had just drawn outside. Inviting gods is very secretive and it is best not to be seen by others, otherwise the gods are unlikely to lend energy.
After she wrote her eight characters on it and activated the spell, she sat back in the computer chair.
The talisman was licked by the invisible flame, burning from the edge to the middle, and from the middle to the edge. The complex symbols gradually changed color. In the eyes of tens of thousands of people in the live broadcast room, it gradually turned into a pool of ashes.
【??? When did the anchor take out the lighter? Why didn’t I hear the sound of the lighter?】
[I didn’t see how the talisman caught fire, maybe there was a candle next to the computer.]
[The anchor is not busy saving people, but is burning talismans? ]
[I remember the host's Taoist temple sells amulets, could this be amulets? Can amulets save people remotely? ]
[Last time, I went to the Izumo Temple and bought several amulets. The people in the temple told me that I needed to carry them with me, so they couldn’t be amulets.]
As expected, An Rugu quietly cleaned up the ashes, with a calm expression: "This is not a peace charm, this is a Huangliang Dream Charm."
Dong Ming’s parents: “???”
Audience in the live broadcast room: “???”
They had heard of the Yellow Millet Dream, but what was the Yellow Millet Dream spell?
Under everyone's puzzled gaze, An Rugu explained slowly: "This spell has a long story. It is said that a scholar met the Taoist priest Lu Weng in an inn. At that time, the owner was cooking millet rice. The Taoist gave him a celadon pillow for him to sleep. The scholar enjoyed wealth and glory in his dream. When he woke up, the millet rice cooked by the owner was not yet cooked. This is the origin of the yellow millet dream.
And that Taoist priest Lu Weng was none other than Lu Dongbin among the Eight Immortals.
There is a folk method of curing diseases with traditional Chinese medicine and talismans, which is called Zhuyoushu. The Huangliang Dream talisman in Zhuyoushu was designed based on this legend.
Of course, the spell is not as effective as Lu Weng's pillow. It cannot make a person live his whole life in a dream, but it can create a memory in a dream. "＊
【Wow, I don't know how impressive this is.】
[Wait, if I had this spell, I could have sweet dreams. ]
[But this spell can only work in dreams, how can it save Dong Ming? ]
An Rugu looked at her watch, quietly waited for the result, and said something to Dong Ming's parents: "I can only do my best, and leave the rest to fate. I also understand extreme sports. Some people do it for money, but some people do it for the pure spirit of adventure. They enjoy the excitement of challenging the limits and are not afraid of death at all. They are very brave.
Whether your son can return safely depends on what choice he makes after he finishes his dream."
Although Dong Ming's parents didn't understand what An Rugu was doing, they knew that she had already helped, so they nodded quickly to thank An Rugu.
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On the other side of the motherland, on a high mountain, countless people gathered here to prepare for the upcoming wingsuit flying competition. Among the many contestants, Dong Ming was the most anticipated one.
But today, for some reason, he felt a little absent-minded and his heart was beating a little faster, as if foreshadowing danger.
He couldn't help but sigh. He made a lot of money and gained both fame and fortune. At the same time, he was getting older and older, and his physical fitness was not as good as that of young people. He was less and less suitable for the extreme sports industry that required extremely high physical fitness.
However, human desires are endless. After climbing one step, one's eyes will look to the next step. He wants to make more money while he is still young so that he and his parents can live a better life.
Anyway, he is blessed with a good life. Nothing happened to him before, so nothing will happen to him now.
He felt very calm, but for some reason, he suddenly felt sleepy and his brain was filled with drowsiness. His eyelids twitched and he yawned due to sleepiness.
Why am I so tired? I want to sleep.
At this time, a staff member passed by and suddenly said to him with a smile: "I heard that someone just called the organizer and asked you not to participate in the competition, saying that you will get into trouble today. These people are really unlucky!"
Dong Ming disagreed: "There are more and more pranks nowadays."
The staff member hummed, looked down at his watch, and said, "It's about to start, remember to get ready quickly."
"Okay." Dong Ming agreed immediately.
He put his things back in the lounge, shook his head, suppressed his sleepiness, left the lounge and came to the preparation area.
Everyone was fully armed, and the staff next to them checked the safety of their equipment for the last time.
Dong Ming took a deep breath and tried his best to dispel the sleepiness in his mind, and his brain finally became clear.
He looked at the nearly thousand-foot-high cliff below and took a deep breath. He decided to win this time!
At this time, the game was broadcast live across the entire network, and countless people cheered for Dong Ming.
When the competition started, he wore a flying suit with wings and a parachute, jumped from a cliff, and used his body to fly in the air without power.
The feeling of weightlessness swept through his body, his adrenaline surged, and he spread his wings like a bird and soared into the sky.
How cool! he thought.
However, at this moment, the downward airflow blew him upward, and he couldn't help but bend his legs, causing a downward dive.
Oops, this is a fatal mistake!
If an aircraft raises its nose too high, it will stall and fall, and there is no way to change its course in a short period of time.
Then, the steep mountaintop got closer and closer, three hundred meters, two hundred meters, one hundred meters, fifty meters...
There had never been a more clear moment than now that he was going to die.
His eyes widened, deep regret welling up in his heart. He knew clearly that his physical fitness had declined and his training frequency had decreased, but he still arrogantly chose to participate in the competition, and finally tasted the bitter fruit.
If his parents knew that he died in this game...
Thinking of the earnest instructions of his elderly parents, Dong Ming closed his eyes with tears in his eyes.
Which is more important, fame and fortune or family?
If he were to make the choice again, he would choose the latter. Without family, who would spend the money?
With a bang, he crashed into the mountain, and before he could even feel the pain, a blood mist exploded immediately.
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Dong Ming suddenly raised his head, sweating and panting, and looked around, and the familiar lounge came into view.
Wasn't he dead? How come he's still alive?
This underworld looks similar to the human world.
At this time, a staff member walked up to him and said with a smile: "Dong Ming, don't sleep. I heard that someone just called the organizer and asked you not to participate in the competition, saying that you will get into trouble today. These people are really unlucky!"
Dong Ming: “???”
"Didn't you just say these words to me?"
"When did I tell you that?" The staff member was very confused: "You must have been sleeping too much and got stupid."
Dong Ming: “…”
In a flash, he realized what had happened to him - he had had a precognitive dream.
Under the doubtful gaze of the staff, he immediately stood up, terrified: "I want to withdraw! I want to go home!"
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After lighting the Huangliang Yimeng spell, the wingsuit flying competition was about to begin. Dong Ming's parents were anxious and walked around the living room worriedly, as anxious as ants on a hot pot.
The audience in the live broadcast room also felt worried for Dong Ming.
[There is one minute left before the wingsuit flying competition begins. ]
[Alas, when we connected to the microphone, there were only fifteen minutes left before the game started, so there was very little the host could do. ]
[I don’t dare to watch the news anymore, rip.]
Just then, Dong Ming's mother's phone suddenly rang.
Everyone's heart skipped a beat, feeling that it was an ominous call.
Dong Ming's mother answered the phone with trembling hands. As soon as the call was connected, a burst of crying came from the receiver.
Dong Ming's mother burst into tears instantly. Was her son really gone?
However, as she listened, she found that the crying voice sounded familiar. No, it seemed to be her son's voice.
She turned on speakerphone so her husband could listen too.
The two looked at each other, their hearts settled down, and there was a flash of deep surprise in their eyes. This was the voice of their son!
Dong Ming was obviously a big and strong man, but he cried for a long time in front of his parents. After all, no one could bear to die once, and it took him a long time to calm down.
"Dad, Mom, I just had a very real dream. I dreamed that I fell off a mountain and died. Wing suit flying is great, but I have injuries and I'm old, so I don't deserve to play it. I swear, I will never touch these dangerous sports again and find other safe jobs."
As soon as he finished speaking, Dong Ming's parents burst into tears of joy.
"Just think it through. Dad supports you. You can make endless money."
"Even if you can make money, you have to live to spend it. I tell you, you must thank the anchor you often watch. She saved our whole family!"
Dong Ming's howling voice suddenly stopped: "...What anchor?"
"It's that fortune-teller. She gave you the Yellow Millet Dream spell, which caused you to have the dream. You can't be ungrateful. You must thank her. I'm still talking to her in her live broadcast room."
Dong Ming: "...You mean, my crying was broadcast live?"
But his image in front of fans has always been that of a cool tough guy...
"Yes!"
Dong Ming: “…”
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After thanking An Rugu several times, the Wu Gu Za Liang couple hung up the phone, wanting to talk more with their son who survived the disaster.
The audience in the live broadcast room were still discussing what had just happened.
[I thought the anchor's fortune-telling and spells were fake, but they were real. Dong Ming really had a dream. Holy shit, this is awesome!]
[Master, please accept my disciple's greeting! ]
[Can I sell this Huangliang Yimeng talisman? Reality is already so bitter, I really want to have a sweet dream. ]
[By the way, if it is a precognitive dream, can I see the lottery numbers? ]
[Look at the hot searches, the host and Dong Ming are on the hot searches together. ]
[Not only Dong Ming, the Phoenix man who made the first prediction by the anchor also became a hot topic, and all his information was exposed. The anchor is really popular now, and has already reached the top of the Shark platform.]
An Rugu glanced at the comments and said, "The Huangliang Dream spell is quite special. The content of the dream is customized by me, and the lottery number does not exist. If you want to buy it, come to Chuyun Temple. I will only sell it to the destined person I like."
[Damn, the rules for selecting the destined person are even more mysterious than a lottery. I suspect there is something fishy going on!]
[Take away the word "doubt", this kind of destined person must be selling it on the basis of appearance. 】
An Rugu thought about it and answered truthfully: "Some people really need the Huangliang Yimeng talisman, so I will sell it. For the rest, forget it. Have you heard of a saying? Don't take medicine when you are not sick, because medicine is three-quarters poison."
Then he decided to close the live broadcast: "Then the next live broadcast will be in ten days. See you."
After the live broadcast ended, she opened Weibo and saw that her live broadcast clip had become a hot topic in the city and on the overall search list.
#Yingriyun's sixth live broadcast#
#I have never seen such a shameless Phoenix man#
#Dong Ming withdraws from the competition#
#Can the Huangliang Yimeng spell be eaten#
#Dong Ming survived the disaster and decided to quit the entertainment circle#
Because each live broadcast is so popular, there are a lot of discussions on Weibo. Over time, some people actually set up a super topic to talk about things in the live broadcast room.
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An Rugu took a look and thought there was nothing wrong, so she ignored it and opened the chat page and read the private message as usual.
At this moment, a private message caught her attention.
[Liang Jing v: Master, I heard that you are very powerful and can even calculate Fang Yuan's affairs. Can you help me? ]
An Rugu felt that the name looked familiar, so she opened the other person's homepage and found that he was actually a celebrity.
An Rugu doesn't pay much attention to the entertainment industry and doesn't watch TV dramas. The stars that can leave some impression on her are at least second-tier stars in the entertainment industry.
Liang Jing has a pure appearance. Three years ago, she became popular with an idol drama and was a second-tier star in the entertainment industry. But now her popularity is very low. She has not produced any outstanding works in three years. She has long lost her popularity and was quickly forgotten by the public. Now she is barely an 18th-tier star.
An Rugu became interested and replied: [What do you need help with? ]
Not long after, a reply came from the other side.
[Liang Jing: To be honest, I haven't received any good scripts in three years. When I finally get some opportunities, they are always snatched away by others. My luck seems to be just a little bit short, which really makes me feel uncomfortable. Can you help me change my luck? ]
In fact, luck is the result of what you did in your previous life and the accumulation of your ancestors. If you have accumulated a lot of virtue in your previous life and your ancestors, you will be rich in this life. And luck is actually a catalyst. It does not increase luck out of thin air, but it turns the future luck into the present. Doing more good things in the future can make up for your luck.
An Rugu thought for a moment and replied: [You can ask me to buy some lucky charms. ]
[Liang Jing: OK, then how do I buy it? Can I buy it online? ]
【Offline.】
An Rugu was used to selling things offline, and it was not convenient to send express delivery around. Besides, these destined people bought the talismans produced by Chuyun Temple, and they went there in person to show their sincerity to the gods who lent them power.
Liang Jing thought about it and agreed and decided to go there in person.
The day Liang Jing came, she didn't cover herself up except for wearing a mask. Anyway, she is not famous now, and other people don't know her.
When it was time to buy the talisman, Liang Jing took off her mask. When she saw An Rugu, a deep surprise flashed in her eyes: "Hello, Master, I'm here to buy a lucky charm."
She had seen countless handsome men and beautiful women in the entertainment industry, but she had never seen anyone as beautiful as An Rugu, with such a unique temperament.
She sighed, scanned the code to pay, and then stretched out her hand to take the lucky charm.
However, the person opposite suddenly frowned, and instead of handing the talisman to her, he stared straight at her face and said, "...There is something wrong with your luck."
Liang Jing: “???”
Liang Jing had never known about this before and was horrified: "What's wrong with my luck? Isn't it just a little bit unlucky?"
"Your luck has been borrowed."
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