Feng Pinglangjing was a little curious: "I know what you mean is that I am destined to be protected by my ancestors.
But didn’t you help with this matter? Why..."
Tang Sanmu smiled lightly but did not respond.
Before Feng Pinglangjing finished speaking, he suddenly realized something and slapped his forehead: "I remembered that when the employee pretending to be me confessed the situation to me, he once mentioned that his confession was related to an anchor.
But there have been too many metaphysics anchors in the past two years, and I didn’t take it to heart at the time, and I didn’t quite believe what he said.
Not long after, when I went to visit the grave, I heard about the live broadcast again.
Even passers-by were talking about it, and I started to feel curious.
With a skeptical attitude, I kept searching for information about the master.
I will find you as soon as possible after my health develops!"
Tang Sanmu nodded: "Although there are villains in my destiny, I am destined to be arrogant for a while. The blessings of my ancestors are great, so I will be blessed.
Everything is not accidental, it is all destiny."
After Tang Sanmu finished speaking, Feng Pinglangjing took a deep breath, with shock in his eyes.
I received another reward of more than 10,000 yuan, and didn't say thank you anymore. I just bowed slightly, said hello, and then left the live broadcast.
In the live broadcast room, all the fans were talking about it:
"No wonder it's getting harder and harder to get along these days. It's okay for everyone to fight for father and mother, but now they still have to fight for ancestors."
"Actually, from the moment the big baby Qingqing shows off his horoscopes, the outcome is all doomed."
"It's no big deal if you have a villain in your destiny. The blessings of your ancestors have given you good luck. As expected, Master Tang's hexagrams have always been very accurate."
"This destiny is really too strong. Even if someone offends him or hurts him, he will eventually become that insignificant villain, right?"
The weapon friend expressed his amazement. Tang Sanmu glanced at the jar at hand and asked calmly: "Is there any other tool friend who is ready to connect wheat?"
There was a burst of pushback from below, but there was no response for a long time.
After more than ten seconds of silence, Tang Sanmu spoke: "Since there are no Qi friends Lianmai, I would like to invite all Qi friends to watch another show.
Since everything is arranged by fate, and I am the one who is destined to be calm.
After receiving his money, he naturally has to recover what others owe him."
As he said that, Tang Sanmu patted the jar in front of him again.
Golden Requiem: What is Master Tang doing?
Dark Angel: I vaguely remember that the last time Master Tang showed this expression, he was looking for someone to make trouble.
Nether Mania: Even though Master Tang had cleaned up everything on Friend Feng Ping Langjing, part of his luck had indeed been stolen, right?
Nether Maniac: What Master Tang has to do now is to get back the stolen luck!
While everyone was talking, Tang Sanmu slowly spoke to the camera: "This thing is held in a jar, you should feel something, right?
You should have been paying attention to the person who was cast, right? If you were, you should have seen what happened to him and my live broadcast room, why don't you show up and have a chat? "
After Tang Sanmu finished speaking, the live broadcast room was still very lively, with people constantly discussing what happened at this time.
But no one answered, as if Tang Sanmu was just shouting into the air.
Being single for ten years: Once you achieve a little bit, you will drift away again, and you will be here to blame the sky, the earth, and the air.
Singles of ten years: If you treat others as rivals, they may not pay attention to you.
I am Big Pineapple: Haha, I think the singles don’t understand what’s going on, they just do it just for the sake of it.
Tang Sanmu looked at Singleton's speech and responded with a smile, then he held his sword finger and gently swiped it towards the jar. But with this casual movement, a sharp sound came from the jar, which was extremely harsh.
Even at the moment when the scream came, the can itself was buzzing.
"The ghost takes away the luck and nourishes the ghost, and the spirit body and one's own life are also related, and they have been integrated for a long time.
If I use forceful means to make the soul of the spirit body inside fly away, I'm afraid you won't be too happy, right?
Come out quickly, otherwise, I won't be able to hold it in my face." Tang Sanmu made an impatient expression.
At this time, the messages in the live broadcast room were still scrolling, and Tang Sanmu keenly caught one of them.
Transshipment: Lianmai.
Without saying anything, Tang Sanmu sent the application for continuous wheat. Opposite him was a young man in his early twenties.
The clothes are very simple, but anyone with a discerning eye can see at a glance that the price of these clothes is very high and not something ordinary people can afford.
The man scratched his head gently: "What do you want to do? Just say it."
When he saw this person's face, the news from his friends came into Tang Sanmu's eyes.
"This guy looks familiar? Have you seen him somewhere?"
"Isn't this the person who sells goods through live broadcasts on the Internet? He is also very popular recently and is related to metaphysics."
"Are you selling magic weapons?"
"No, it seems to be selling good luck, saying it can help people transfer money or something. There was a small business owner who was about to go bankrupt in business, but after he transferred the money, he got back on his feet, and now he has a lot of money."
From the discussion among the people, Tang Sanmu knew the identity of this transshipment person.
There is no wealth or honor in your destiny, just inspiration will come to you.
When you plunge into the abyss, Chrysostom urges you to return.
This person calls himself a transporter, but this kind of technique also had another name in the past, which was called "stealing one's luck and changing one's pillars".
The so-called one fate, two luck and three feng shui, one word of luck, has far-reaching influence.
In the past, fortune-stealers with deep enough moral principles could steal the great fortune of heaven and earth for their own use.
And this person actually stole other people's luck and then sold it to others, becoming a middleman himself.
Tang Sanmu sneered: "Your wishful thinking is actually making a clanging sound.
Have you ever thought that this money is not so easy to make and will one day come back to bite you?"