An eight-year-old college student performs a live broadcast of fortune-telling, and the whole intern

"I decided to accept you as a closed disciple!"

As soon as Dong Tianshu's words came out, everyone in the scene was shocked!

Who is Dong Tianshu!

This is the director of the Municipal Education Bureau!

Ordinary people may not be able to curry favor with him in eight lifetimes!

In the past, such people would be included in the family tree! A monument should be erected to commend its existence!

【This kid is having a blast! What a blessing in disguise!】

【I'm jealous! Agree quickly!】

【Ouch! I'm so anxious!】

【All the hardships come with joy! There are gods three feet above your head!】

【Now it's the aunt's turn to regret it! Haha, you deserve it!】

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Qingfengguan

Chen Qingquan looked at the barrages of those in the live broadcast room and felt a little funny.

Since ancient times, ordinary people have liked to watch this kind of drama about upright officials serving the people.

"Chen Qingquan, what are you looking at?"

"Nothing to see."

Someone next to me quietly came forward to see what Chen Qingquan was looking at.

"This man looks familiar."Junior brother muttered.

"look familiar?"

Chen Qingquan was confused.

"Yeah, don’t you remember? In the past few months, that person kept frequenting Master's room without knocking on the door, and often quarreled with Master?"

Fuck!

He suddenly stood up!

This man···Isn’t it the viewer’s friend who is the president of the Folklore Association?

Could it be···?

He was stunned for a moment, then turned around and ran towards the temple!

"what are you doing! Hold the grass! What are you running for?"

Junior brother looked depressed.

Immediately, Chen Qingquan's loud shouts spread throughout the Qingfeng Temple.

"Master! Where did you die?"

"Ouch! Don't start!"

"Something big is happening! Something important!"

The junior brother rolled his eyes and continued to look at his mobile phone.

This senior brother would not feel comfortable unless he was beaten several times a day.

As the master of Qingfeng Temple and Chen Qingquan's master, Chen Ashan, he has always disliked the excitement.

"How can a person who practices Taoism not have grace?"

"What do you mean by yelling and screaming every day?"

"Even if it's such a big thing, and Master is still there to take care of it, what can you do if it's your turn?"

"What is the use of watching this video?"

"a child···Eight years old?···What fate can he tell?"

"I'm not talking about you···Is he still a college student?"

"Do you believe this nonsense?"

"this is···Dong Tianshu?"

Chen Eshan was stunned for a moment.

Suddenly, he stood up and shouted:"Ouch! What a dog day! Awesome! dying! dying!"

Chen Qingquan looked at Master with a confused look.

The other brothers in the courtyard all turned their heads and looked at their Master quietly.

Chen Qingquan quickly reminded:"Master, Master, demeanor, demeanor···"

"wind! Feng, you dead head! Prepare a car! I want to go on a visit!"

Seeing Chen Eshan acting like this, Chen Qingquan was confused.

However, he knew his master very well.

Why?

Because if everything is true for this eight-year-old child, doesn't it mean that this child can really tell fortunes?

A child who truly has the talent of fortune telling, what is that to Qingfeng Temple or Taoism?

That is the foundation!

That is the future!

That is Taoism!

That is strength!

That is reputation!

Chen Qingquan nodded secretly, feeling sensitive to his own , quite satisfied!

He was sure that his judgment was absolutely in line with Master’s thoughts.

"Snapped!"

At this moment, Chen Qingquan, who was still deep in thought, felt a pain and numbness on his face!

"Why are you slapping me? Master!"

"Still hesitating about your sister! Let’s go! Oh, I'm going to die, I'm going to die! Chen Qingquan, you bastard, why didn’t you tell me earlier? Just know how to eat every day! I'll eat you to death!"

Chen Ashan looked anxious and hurriedly ran towards the door.

Chen Qingquan rolled his eyes and followed the master.

Soon, Chen Qingquan's horrified shouts sounded outside the door:"Master! Drive slowly! Slow down! I'm afraid! My day! Slow down!"

The Qingfeng audience looked at each other in shock.

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