The cannon fodder of Quick Travel got what he wanted

Si Qiaoyin didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he saw her talking about herself every time she went live, bragging about how great she was.

An Wanshuang wished that everyone in the world knew that she had a powerful master.

Fans in the live broadcast room have become accustomed to their favorite anchors worshipping them from the start and praising the master who is in some unknown corner.

Otherwise, if you ask her to praise you, she won't get to the point, and will act as if saying, "You can choose not to listen, but I'm going to say it anyway."

"Let them know that I, An Wanshuang, also have a backer." An Wanshuang said to Si Qiaoyin.

It was a rare occasion that Master Si Qiao Yin came down to give her a reward, and he gave her ten gifts totaling three thousand yuan.

The largest gift is three thousand, no more.

Fans in the live broadcast room said that a wealthy sponsor had arrived.

An Wanshuang recognized the little black cat's head and said seriously, "Master, please don't give me a tip. This money has to be shared out, which is not worth it."

When the fans heard that it was the master that the host always praised, they were curious about what this awesome master looked like.

They guessed that he must be a great master with a Taoist appearance.

An Wanshuang let them guess but would not reveal the master's true information.

Si Qiaoyin made a comment, and the words in gold appeared on the interface: "I have a lot of money!"

The audience was instantly filled with jealousy when they heard this.

There are so many rich people in the world, what's wrong with having one more of them?

Si Qiao Yin waved his hand domineeringly and scattered 30,000 red envelopes.

Anyone who says anything bad about An Wanshuang won't be able to get a word out of her. Xiaojiu has gotten used to having multiple jobs and is a part-time administrator of the live broadcast room.

At His Highness's command, Xiaojiu made a brilliant appearance.

Busy tagging those haters to ensure they can't get any benefits from the live broadcast room,

【Master is so domineering! 】

[Master, look at me, I have fair skin, beautiful face and long legs. I think I have the qualifications to be a gigolo. What do you think, Master? ]

[I, I, I don’t want much, 10,000 pocket money a month is enough. ]

[Choose me, I want a lower salary, just 5,000, just enough to live on. ]

[You bunch of animals actually sell your bodies. Master, they are not decent people. I am a decent person, choose me.]

An Wanshuang looked at the comments and her face turned dark. What the hell, these vulgar people dare to covet my master?!

Si Qiaoyin read the comments for a while and found them quite interesting. This generation of netizens is very diverse.

An Wanshuang calmly broke some people's fantasy: "My master is a master, you want to recommend yourself, but you are just a little short of that..."

Siqiao Yinbang was stunned. What kind of master was he to make her sound so mysterious?

"Okay, let's get to the point." An Wanshuang began the official live broadcast. It was rare for her master to watch her live broadcast, so she had to perform better.

After An Wanshuang heard the first complaint from the woman, her face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot and she could hardly hold back her expression.

There must be something hateful about a pitiful person. This woman really loves the man. Even though he is abusing her, she doesn't even think about finding her lost daughter. She asks her where her husband is, as her husband hasn't been home for three days.

Not to mention her, even the netizens in the live broadcast room were furious after hearing it.

[No, sister, he abused you, and you still want to get him back? ]

[Are you sick?! Do you like being beaten so much? ]

[Is there something wrong with my ears? How could I hear such a crazy request?]

[Oh my god, what is this woman thinking? Isn't it good to live a comfortable life without a man who commits domestic violence? Why does she have to be so lowly as to serve the man who beats her? ]

[This is a huge love world. Look, you can't live without men. ]

[It's terrible. Her own daughter was sold by a man for money, and she, as a mother, can still laugh! ]

[Don't find someone for her. Selling a daughter is against the law. I will definitely report him.]

[WC, I think I've seen this woman before. She's my next-door neighbor. Is she a masochist? Every time I go back home, I see her with injuries on her face and arms. She's still smiling and sending men out with a happy look on her face.]

A neighbor came out to reveal the news, and netizens were quite shocked when they heard it. Is this not a normal person?

Generally, after being beaten ten times or so, she would want to run away. This woman is still living with a man. She must be a reincarnated punching bag and is not afraid of being beaten.

An Wanshuang couldn't hold back what was in her heart: "He beat you, why did you go to him?"

"He's just in a bad mood, he doesn't beat me every time..." the woman explained, revealing a distressed look: "My husband said that if we have a boy, he will live a good life with me..."

"By the way, I want to ask you, do my husband and I have a son?" The woman thought of An Wanshuang asking what question she wanted to ask, and immediately asked about the question of having a boy or a girl.

An Wanshuang looked at the woman's tired and haggard eyes and asked persistently: "I will have a son, right?"

Since it was what she asked for and she had given the money, An Wanshuang read her fortune and, meeting the expectant gaze of the woman on the other end of the screen, she said cruelly, "You are destined to be childless."

"But your daughter is destined to have siblings. If your daughter were still alive, a son could be born." An Wanshuang did not lie. Women are not destined to have sons.

But her daughter was adopted by a kind-hearted person. The family had not had any children for more than ten years. But as soon as the little girl came to their home, life became happy. The family of three lived happily together, and siblings were naturally brought in by her.

The woman's pupils shrank and she said angrily: "Impossible, you lied to me, you are talking nonsense!"

She doesn't believe it, she doesn't believe it!

[Don’t tell me, don’t tell me. I heard my grandmother’s generation talk about this situation. It’s true. My uncle’s cousin next door adopted a son, and later had her own son. She sent the adopted child back to the orphanage, and their own son drowned while playing in the water.]

[Is this so metaphysical? What the anchor said makes a lot of sense. The parents were destined to have no offspring, but the child happened to have siblings. Without the child, the siblings were also gone. ]

[I remember my younger aunt was in the same situation. She adopted the daughter of my eldest aunt. Because my eldest aunt had a son and the family couldn’t afford two children, they sent their daughter away. The son died of illness within half a year.]

[This woman wanted a son, and said that her daughter was sent away by a man. But a mother is strong. If she really cared about her daughter, she would fight with her husband and would never let her daughter be sold.]

[In the final analysis, she still doesn’t value the child she carried for ten months. She loves men the most. If a man wants to eat her, she will be the one behind him, trembling with fear and holding a knife.]

Netizens in the live broadcast room heard her yelling crazily, "It's impossible, I will have a son..."

"What should I do if I don't have a son? What should I do? Aren't you a fortune teller? Help me, help me!"

"My husband won't come back without our son. I want him back..."

The crazy woman kept yelling, hoping An Wanshuang would help her.

An Wanshuang had a blank expression on her face: "I'm just a fortune teller, how can I help you?"

"I'm sorry, I can't help you."

As soon as she finished speaking, the woman began to curse, saying that she was a fake master, had no real skills, and was a liar.

An Wanshuang looked unhappy and hung up the call.