Predicted That The Dung Suction Truck Would Explode, And I Exploded Overnight!

ten minutes later.

Lin Huaqiang came to a street.

The streets are full of small vendors who set up street stalls.

He has a bench in his hand, plus a rude sign.

Eight characters are written on the signboard:

[Unpredictable prophets, predictions are like gods. 】

After sitting down.

Lin Huaqiang started excitedly waiting for customers to come.

He believed that as long as he counted accurately, he could become famous in no time.

However, what Lin Huaqiang could not have imagined was that.

He waited for ten minutes.

Leng is not waiting for a person.

However, fortunately at this time.

A beautiful short skirt with a huge figure came over and said in surprise:

"Unpredictable prophets, predict things like God?"

"Wow, family, I saw a fortune-telling booth."

"It's a handsome little big brother."

The net name of the beauty in short skirt is White Rabbit.

As his name suggests, he has a superb body, fair skin, and is simply perfect.

She is an internet celebrity on the Douyin platform, with millions of fans, and is live streaming.

An anchor like them needs to have a program effect during the live broadcast.

So, White Rabbit aimed the live room at Lin Huaqiang:

"Little big brother, are you accurate?"

For a moment, the barrage in the live broadcast room suddenly boiled:

"The anchor is going to start looking for the old man?"

"New and old man: Fortune teller?"

"Fuck, so young?"

"Ah, this, is this the fortune teller?"

"Bragging, you don't know what the prophets are, and you predict things like God?"

Lin Huaqiang glanced at him.

I didn't care when I saw the other party was on the live broadcast.

On the contrary, the other party's live broadcast can also make himself more popular.

So, Lin Huaqiang said lightly:

"Is it accurate or not, I said no."

"Only the parties will know."

The White Rabbit hooted:

"It's quite interesting."

"Then you will do the math for me?"

Lin Huaqiang nodded and said:

"Okay, what do you want to count?"

White Rabbit deliberately said:

"Aren't you a prophet?"

"Should you know what I'm going to count?"

The corners of Lin Huaqiang's mouth rose slightly.

He stared straight at the luck above White Rabbit's head.

At this time, Lin Huaqiang was slightly surprised.

Because the luck of the white rabbit turned out to be black.

[Target]: Xia Qianxue.

【Luck】: Black.

[Recently]: Because he was called by black fans as the anchor of the death of the light, he chose to live broadcast outdoors to prove his appearance and figure.

[Future]: Half an hour later, a passing manure suction truck exploded, and a piece of iron slid across her neck.

【Result】: Died due to excessive blood loss.

"hiss!"

After seeing Xia Qianxue's future.

Lin Huaqiang's eyes widened.

He really didn't expect it.

The other party will die in half an hour?

"What's wrong?"

When Xia Qianxue noticed Lin Huaqiang's gaze, she was not only stunned, she said nervously:

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Because the camera is aimed at Lin Huaqiang.

Netizens in the live broadcast room, after seeing Lin Huaqiang's expression, immediately brushed the barrage:

"This fortune teller has started to rush his acting skills!"

"The fortune-telling brother can act well, kill Xiao Xianrou!"

"The script is here, shouldn't it be a bloody disaster?"

"Bloodlight disaster? The anchor's aunt is here?"

"Blind guessing is either cancer or a car accident?"

"Korean drama flavored Taichong Spicy Brotherhood!"

"As soon as you speak, you know that you need to spend money to avoid disasters."

as predicted.

Lin Huaqiang first glanced at the time.

Then, subconsciously, he looked on the street.

After confirming that the fecal suction truck has not come.

Lin Huaqiang immediately said to Xia Qianxue:

"Sister paper, you have a bloody disaster!"

66666 of the barrage full screen.

Bloody catastrophe?

Xia Qianxue was first taken aback.

But then, when she saw the barrage, she immediately reacted, this should be the routine of the fortune teller, and she couldn't help frowning:

"Blood Light Disaster?"

"Your level is limited and you are too unprofessional."

"You haven't said it yet, the netizens in my live broadcast room have already counted what you said."

Lin Huaqiang got up and organized his booth.

As he sorted it out, he asked:

"What did your netizens say?"

Xia Qianxue read the barrage:

"Blood Light Disaster..."

"Netizens said that in the next period of time, I will have a catastrophe."

"Or it's a cancer car accident or something."

"If you want to resolve..."

"Just need to go somewhere."

"Or buy something from you, right?"

There are still many network gods.

They know the tricks of some fortune tellers and charlatans.

Therefore, it was sent directly in the form of a barrage.

"ridiculous!"

Lin Huaqiang shook his head:

"Just now, I have already calculated it for you in my heart."

"Not in the next time."

"It's just today!"

"today!"

"You will face a catastrophe!"

Speaking of the end, Lin Huaqiang stared at Xia Qianxue:

"You may be dying!"

today?

imminent death?

Xia Qianxue's body trembled fiercely, and she said with some fear:

"Don't scare me, I'm live streaming!"

Xia Qianxue looked at the barrage.

The barrage netizens said that fortune tellers fool people, they are all fooling each other, saying that you will have a catastrophe in a while.

But almost nothing is said, you will have a catastrophe today.

But now, Lin Huaqiang doesn't play cards according to common sense.

To say that there will be a catastrophe today?

Still dying?

This inevitably made Xia Qianxue a little scared.

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