At this time, many people started taunting mode directly towards Tang Sanmu.
Frankly speaking, he wants money when he wants it, and he doesn't want to be so mysterious.
His name will go down in history, and the corner of his mouth slightly raised, his eyes filled with contempt: "I thought you were so amazing that the Internet spread about you, Master Tang, how powerful you are.
I didn't expect it to be just a false name.
He's just a little gangster who makes money by playing tricks."
The voice that will go down in history became colder and colder, and after he finished speaking, he suddenly slammed the table.
Tang Sanmu looked helpless: "If you have anything to say, just say it. Don't scare me anymore."
His name will go down in history and he growled: "A small anchor has no idea how big the world is.
You know my identity and you dare to speak out? If I publish an article to expose your ugly face, you will be unable to survive online!
In my writing, how many injustices have been vindicated and how many vicious people have been despised by everyone!"
What he said was righteous and stern, impassioned.
It was as if he had already stood on the moral high ground and recognized that Tang Sanmu was a liar.
Single for ten years: Support, support! Support the famous teacher’s crusade against him!
Ten-year single: If the teacher writes an article to condemn him, I can provide you with material! To be honest, I have been lurking in this live broadcast room for a long time, just waiting for you, a person with a sense of justice!
Tang Sanmu, however, had a lazy look on his face and muttered lightly nonchalantly: "If you could still write articles, you wouldn't show up to me, right?"
With such a sentence, the single dog was still clamoring, but his name went down in history, but he was speechless for a moment and fell silent for a short time.
Tang Sanmu continued: "You look kind and cheerful.
But his eyes were bloodshot, his eyebrows were wide, and his forehead had blue veins on his forehead.
The previous sentence means that your heart is like a snake and scorpion, and your hands are bloody.
The last sentence means that you have some merit in your destiny, you just need to grasp it yourself, and grasping it will make you..."
When Tang Sanmu said this, he raised his eyebrows slightly: "Relieve a lot of pain."
Nether Mania: Master Tang’s words today feel so confusing. Why don’t I understand a little bit?
The Troubles of Youth: I am also at a loss. What pain can be alleviated? Where does the pain come from?
I am Little Pineapple: Maybe it is to alleviate the disease that is famous in history? But seeing Master Tang’s frown, I feel that the matter is not simple.
Tang Sanmu's direct gaze made him feel a little embarrassed, and he subconsciously wanted to hang up with Lian Mai.
Tang Sanmu interrupted his action: "You have to think about it. Hanging up the microphone shows that you have a guilty conscience.
After all, you are also a celebrity. How will those public account articles evaluate you?
Also, your symptoms will become serious if it is delayed any longer."
The hand that will go down in history really stiffened, and he was a little helpless: "I just want to see a doctor, I don't want to go crazy with you here, it's meaningless what you said about my appearance and merits.
You clearly know that I am a pen-wielding person, but I am powerless, so you think it is too outrageous for you to say that I kill someone?"
Those anti-counterfeiters hidden in the live broadcast room naturally couldn't hold back at this juncture. They came out to jump around a few times and spoke one after another:
"Tang Sanmu is simply sick this time."
"I have read the teacher's articles. I dare to write and speak, and they are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people."
"Is it because you are jealous of his talent by slandering a scholar like this?"
Tang Sanmu shook his head and stared at the screen with a serious face: "If the person who writes has lost his conscience, he will be much more ruthless than the one who wields a sword and a gun.
Just like you guys who fight against fakes, they stare at me like a vicious dog every day. Don’t they all hope that I will cause some life-threatening lawsuit?
When you look in the mirror every day, do you see the words written on your face??"
"What word?"
"Others can't see it, but the people who have been tricked by you, and me, can all see it. On that face of hypocrisy, the word "cannibalism" is written densely on it!"
Tang Sanmu's voice was fierce, and he wanted to retort, but was interrupted: "Don't you want me to guess your symptoms?
Whenever I type recently, I find it difficult to move my fingers and focus my eyes.
Feeling like sitting on pins and needles, feeling heavy all over.
Having trouble breathing and feeling very tired?"
Ming Chun Qing Shi swallowed his saliva: "Yes, so you know what my symptoms are?
As long as you know the symptoms, you can help me see a doctor. There is no need to say whether they are present or not.
I can't treat you badly with money."
Miki shook his head: "This is hatred. The hatred of the living and the resentment of the dead are all the emotions of the people you have harmed.
These things gather in you, and every time you involve this hatred, they will torture you and suppress you."
His name has always been felt by Tang Sanmu just to get a high price, but his view of Tang Sanmu has also changed slightly.
I used to think Tang Sanmu was an incompetent liar, but now I think he is a shrewd businessman.
Tang Sanmu was not in a hurry, and said: "Now go find a handful of millet, put it in a bowl, and place it in the northwest corner of the house.
A candle, holding it in both hands.
Then you also change your orientation, with your head facing the direction of the entrance door, and go to the middle of the house."
"Are you going to treat me? Are you making these weird things?"
"Don't ask so many questions yet, just do as you are told."
I have asked many doctors about this symptom, which will go down in history, but no answer was given.
Moreover, there are all kinds of strange theories. Although the Tang Sanmu in front of him today always makes him feel that he is being mysterious and inexplicable.
But at least he told his symptoms accurately!
He did not dare to be vague, and did as Tang Sanmu said. He sat down firmly, fixed the mobile phone, put the unlit candle firmly in his hand, and asked Tang Sanmu what the next step should be.