When he met Jiang Weiwei for the first time, Sanmu saw that her body was darkened, her body and mind were exhausted, and her soul was weak and she was about to die.
But fortunately, Jiang Weiwei accumulated good deeds and performed good deeds on weekdays, so she came to the antique shop at the critical moment of life and death to find a chance of survival.
We have reached the fork in the road of life. After passing this point, there will be no more bumps in the road ahead.
However, at this level, I am afraid that I will die on the street.
The one who is destined to be a noble person is Sanmu, but all Tang Sanmu can do is guide.
Guide Jiang Weiwei to cross this hurdle on her own.
A roar made the mother and daughter on the other side of the camera freeze.
On the other side, the live broadcast room was also extremely lively.
Single for ten years: Haha, it’s time to become a guest again. “Master Tang” is really a good trick.
Golden Requiem: The old lady acted well and really deceived everyone. She really cares about money more than her daughter’s life, right?
Netherworld Maniac: Today I have a tie-in with Master Tang. She came here just for the money! Alas! My daughter’s heart may be broken right now!
Dark Angel: Um...Is this all your focus? Am I the only one who is more superficial and pays more attention to what is going on with the poison?
I am a little pineapple: Isn’t this an adjective of Master Tang? For example, raising gu or something, isn’t this kind of adjective popular now?
Tang Sanmu looked at the news from his friends, shook his head gently, and said in a deep voice: "It's not an adjective, friends, you'll know just by looking at the bed."
Jiang's mother was still holding her cell phone in her hand, and the camera was fixed on the bed.
No one paid much attention to the place where Jiang Weiwei lay just now, because there was only a ball of hair there.
Now after listening to Tang Sanmu's words and taking a closer look, the live broadcast room burst into excitement:
"Holy crap, am I dazzled or something? Why do I see those hairs seem to be moving!"
"You read that right, that hair is alive, what's going on!"
"I know, I know, this is a body-controlling Gu!"
Tang Sanmu made a gesture of approval: "Same blood, same origin, and the same heart, the black silk hair grows in the hair, the blood and family ties become the magic, and the two of them speak strange words in their ears.
There are several types of body-controlling Gu. The one on Jiang Weiwei's body is the blood-related body-controlling Gu.
After being planted in the blood, the stronger party will be able to completely control the weaker party.
Even if we take his life, as long as the other party is weak enough, it is just a thought."
Jiang Weiwei was slightly stunned when she heard what Tang Sanmu said. In this day and age, it is common to hear all kinds of strange magic techniques.
But how could I have imagined that this kind of thing would happen to me.
My old mother is actually a poison control person?
At this time, the Lingbao Pavilion lit up again, and there was another diagram of hundreds of arts. Tang Sanmu put it aside smoothly.
"Master Tang stopped staring today. It seems he has finally let go."
"It's good, it's good. What you can't get is always in turmoil. Letting go is a blessing."
The weapon friends laughed at him one after another, making Tang Sanmu dumbfounded.
Over the camera, the ethical drama between mother and daughter continues.
Jiang’s mother pointed at Jiang Weiwei and cursed: “What’s wrong? What’s wrong with me?
You lose money, if you just work a few more jobs and earn more money, how can your brother still not buy a house?
What do women want in this life? Isn’t it just for the men in the family to live a good life?!"
At this time, Tang Sanmu interrupted Jiang Mu's words and whispered about her face: "The children's palace is open and the eyebrows are shallow, and the vertical lines in the hall are sunken. There will be many hardships in life, and it will be difficult to live in poverty when you are young."
As the words fell, ripples flowed in the precious eyes, and Jiang Mu's life appeared in full in the next moment.
“I was born into a poor family and received little education.
After getting married at the age of eighteen, he worked as a cow and a horse every day, and was instilled with the idea that men are superior to women.
Because she gave birth to a daughter, Jiang Weiwei, in her first child, she received countless looks from her family.
But you didn't feel that this was the poison of feudalism. Instead, you vented all your grievances on Jiang Weiwei, thinking that it was Jiang Weiwei's responsibility.
It wasn't until your second child gave birth to a boy that your status in the family began to improve.
But you haven't had any reflection on your past tragic experience, and you look down on Jiang Weiwei from the bottom of your heart.
Eat the worst food and do the heaviest work.
Jiang Weiwei is grateful to you for allowing her to study. In fact, it is just because you are uneducated and know that studying can change your destiny.
You hoped that Jiang Weiwei could become the pillar of your family. In fact, your wish came true. After Jiang Weiwei started working, you have been suppressing her crazily for many years.
Did you know that she was forced by you to save on three meals a day, but because she was grateful for your gift of giving birth, she never complained.
She tried her best and gave you everything she could.
But what about you? You always feel that she hides her selfish intentions and that she doesn’t work hard enough.
If you speculate on others with evil intentions, the conclusion you get will also be evil.
In the end, you chose to play the poison. After playing the poison, you often expressed to Jiang Weiwei how hard you were and always talked about how old you were.
Under such words, Jiang Weiwei seemed more and more weak, and the power of controlling people became stronger and stronger.
You secretly want to suck every drop of Jiang Weiwei's blood and all her value away."
When Tang Sanmu spoke, he did not shy away from speaking, and he was not afraid that Jiang Weiwei would be irritated.
In fact, Jiang Weiwei showed up at the door of the antique store that day to ask for a magic weapon to keep her healthy so that she could support more.
When cowardice becomes a habit, oppression becomes natural.
The talisman given to her by Tang Sanmu has some effect in dispelling poison, but those who bind their own hands and feet will eventually have to break free on their own.
The prerequisite for getting rid of the poison is that she herself is strong.
Jiang's mother stared at Tang Sanmu in fear. She had never been so afraid of a person.
This young man just took one look at himself, but told him all about his life.
She asked unwillingly: "Since you have this ability, you just told me...give me one million, why?"
Tang Sanmu showed a sweet and harmless smile: "I'm teasing you, silly aunt, do you really believe it?
So you are too stupid, and you are destined to be fooled by others without distinguishing right from wrong in this life!"
Golden Requiem: I can’t believe that people with this kind of thinking still exist in this day and age.
Nether Mania: Obviously he is also a person who has suffered a lot, but he wants to inflict this suffering on his biological daughter again.
I am Little Pineapple: Well, how can I say it? I can only say that Auntie Slaying the Dragon will eventually become an evil dragon.
Tang Sanmu continued: "As your face shows, you treat your daughter very badly, you have an overbearing personality, and you love money as much as your life.
These are all visible to the naked eye.
But at the same time, you are destined to commit villainy and have the mole of killing your son.
In other words, creation confuses people, and the son you devote yourself to wholeheartedly may actually be the villain in your destiny.
If one day you find out that he has harmed you and you can only save yourself by destroying him, what will you choose?"
Hearing this, Jiang's mother's voice suddenly rose eighteen degrees: "What are you talking about? I'm telling you, I can do it, but I can't bear it if you talk about my son!"
Tang Sanmu smiled helplessly: "Why don't you understand, Gu! It can suck blood! If it sucks Jiang Weiwei's blood, it will also suck your blood."
What do you think this person-controlling Gu is used for? This is a toy that young men used to bet and torture people in the past. What do you think this is a good thing?"
Immediately afterwards, he yelled again: "Am I right, old friend? You've been sleeping for so long, it's time for you to come out and see the sun, right?"