Jiang Muyao's fingertips gently brushed across the compass, and the agarwood in the incense burner burned out silently.
In the live broadcast room, the barrage of comments was still scrolling wildly, and some people were sighing over what happened to Zhang Fengying's daughter.
Some people cursed the scumbag and called him dead, while others couldn't wait to send out the next lucky bag.
(Please, Sister Jiang, bless me to have a successful blind date tomorrow! If the guy is a jerk, I’ll just call the square dance aunties near my house.)
This comment flashed by, adding humor to the tense atmosphere.
However, Jiang Muyao just lowered her eyes and felt the new power of merit in her body.
She helped Zhang Fengying, but not out of compassion, but in accordance with cause and effect.
Zhang Fengying and her daughter were destined to suffer this disaster, and she just happened to be the one who revealed the secret.
Someone in the barrage asked curiously:
(Jiang Jie, will that aunt’s daughter be happy in the future?)
Jiang Muyao raised her eyes, her eyes were calm, and her voice was cold and distant:
“Good fortune and misfortune come from nowhere; they are brought upon oneself.”
"If she wakes up, she will be reborn."
"If she's obsessed... that's her fate."
Netizens in the live broadcast room may think she is very indifferent and downplays the future of a victim so casually.
But Jiang Muyao knew very well that the way of heaven was cruel and all living beings suffered.
She knows all the secrets of fate, but she cannot interfere too much.
(Jiang Jie is so cool, this kind of "I don't give a damn" temperament is amazing!)
(Is this the style of a true metaphysical master? Love it!)
Faced with these barrages, Jiang Muyao did not respond because she really didn't know how to respond.
In her previous life, when she was cultivating in the sect, she was often described by her fellow disciples as cold-hearted and aloof.
And she herself understands that her empathy ability is indeed a bit poor.
She always finds it difficult to empathize with the ways of the world like ordinary people.
She only focused on her own path of cultivation, following her inner understanding of the Way of Heaven.
Even now, her goal is still to ascend...
Jiang Muyao said calmly:
"Next lucky bag."
(Jiang Jie! I just smashed three electronic wooden fish! I got full merit! I’m sure I’ll win the lucky bag this time!)
Soon, the lucky bag was drawn and the winner was a rich girl.
ID: Miss Su (Supreme VIP* Colorful ID)
Su Yueya participated in the lucky bag grabbing event purely for fun, with the mentality of killing time.
When she saw that she had hit the target with one shot, she was stunned for a moment, then an amused smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
When she heard Jiang Muyao say that those who got the lucky bag could connect to fortune-telling by swiping a rocket, she didn't take it seriously at all.
She came from a wealthy family and money was just a number to her. The cost of a rocket was insignificant to her.
Not only that, she also felt that Jiang Muyao was very much to her liking.
After all, who doesn't like beautiful things?
The sweet and soft beauties like the female anchor are a delight to the eyes.
She has always been casual about giving gifts. She can throw dozens of rockets at male anchors when watching them play games, and she can also spend a lot of money when watching cute pets live broadcast.
Today I just think that this fortune-telling anchor has a special temperament, and the outline that is faintly visible under the veil is inexplicably attractive.
Anyway, this amount of money is not enough for her to buy a bracelet.
As for whether Jiang Muyao could really tell fortunes, she didn't care at all.
It doesn't matter if you can't calculate it accurately, just treat it as making friends~
Fortune telling?
Thinking of this, Su Yueya coolly sent out 100 rockets without hesitation.
Then, wait with interest for the connection to be established.
I was already thinking about what interesting topics I would talk about with Jiang Muyao later.
The live broadcast room was filled with golden light and 100 rockets were fired.
'Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!'
Soaring into the sky, gorgeous special effects dominate the screen.
(Fuck! Rich woman! Hungry!)
(Look at me, sister! I'm better at acting like a spoiled child than Sister Jiang, and I can even warm the bed... I can do everything except tell fortunes and catch ghosts...)
(Is this the power of money? Love it!)
Immediately afterwards, the connection was connected, and a face with exquisite makeup appeared on the right side of the screen.
She had slightly curly chestnut hair, sparkling diamond earrings dangling from her earlobes, and her red lips were slightly raised, with a hint of laziness.
"Hi~Hello, host~"
Su Yueya held her chin, casually fiddling with her hair with her fingertips, her voice carrying a hint of casual sweetness.
Jiang Muyao raised her eyes and looked at Su Yueya's face on the screen, her voice still cold:
"What do you want to calculate?"
Su Yueya smiled softly, her laughter was crisp, and she played with the necklace around her neck.
It was a custom-made Van Cleef & Arpels bracelet, with the letter S inlaid with real diamonds sparkling in the light.
"Whatever~" She tilted her head, and the hair on one side of her head slid down, adding a bit of playfulness to her.
"How about...calculating when my next boyfriend will appear?"
(Look at me, rich lady! I’m better at coaxing people than a pig’s hoof!)
(Sister, are you in need of a pendant? The kind that went to college and can eat by themselves!)
Su Yueya casually glanced at the barrage and couldn't help laughing, her smile bright and flamboyant.
She deliberately ran her fingertips across the delicate rose tattoo on her collarbone, her eyes full of teasing and amusement.
She said coquettishly: "It has to be handsome, otherwise I don't want it~"
She didn't expect the female anchor to explain anything at all.
After all, this kind of metaphysical live broadcast is so young, and it's all about saying ambiguous words to make people happy, just like the routines in those variety shows.
However, Jiang Muyao's next words made her fingers that were fiddling with her hair suddenly stop.
"You don't need to calculate this."
"because...."
Jiang Muyao's slender white fingertips gently stroked the hexagram plate.
She uttered a sentence that caught everyone off guard:
"You don't like men at all."
Su Yueya's fingers, painted with nude nail polish, suddenly clenched the phone case, and her originally leisurely posture disappeared in an instant.
The confident, calm and bright smile on her face froze.
The comments were strangely quiet for two seconds, and then:
(????????)
(Are the lilies in my hometown blooming again?)
(Sister, look at me! I can do it too!)
(This...what a futile expansion.)
(Such a sweet-smelling rich sister... What a pity...)
Su Yueya licked her lips subconsciously. This was a secret she hid deep in her heart, which even her closest friends didn't know.
Now, it was casually exposed by a fortune-teller whom he had never met through a live connection.
"What... are you talking about?"
She forced her chin up and used a tough tone to cover up her inner guilt, but the tips of her ears were burning uncontrollably.
Jiang Muyao tapped her fingertips lightly on the table, staring at Su Yueya calmly.
But it made her feel inexplicably uneasy.
"I'm being abrupt."
Jiang Muyao's voice was cold and clear, yet full of meaning.
"perhaps..."
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