Sister live broadcast: Brother is a scumbag, he only knows how to rely on his parents

On Kunlun Mountain, the old man and Uncle Fang found out the origin of the formation and also turned on this live variety show.

As soon as I opened it, I saw the scene of Wen Xu's successful rescue.

"This Xiao Xu has a curse cast on him by a cursed superpower, and the carrier of the curse is that Superman toy."

"After that, the scumbag, oh no, that Qiu Rou's sister's brother found out, he asked for a jade pendant and drew a formation on the back of it."

"I accidentally discovered that this thing looked very much like a formation, so I intercepted it."

Fang Cheng explained to the two elders.

"So this formation can resolve the cursed psychic's abilities?"

The old man was delighted.

"I have said it before. China has a long history of culture and thousands of years of heritage. After the revival of spiritual energy, the cultivation techniques we practice are not much worse than the magic and supernatural powers of other countries."

"Even after practicing for a long time, it is possible to fly into the void, and destroy the world with every move!"

The old man couldn't help sighing.

"This is a very important discovery! With this formation, our soldiers won't have to fear those cursed psychics when they patrol abroad."

"Where is this child? I want to go find him myself and take him in as my apprentice. No, no, no, I can even take him as my master!"

Fang Cheng stood there in a daze. His master took that scumbag brother as his master?

It’s suffocating to think about it.

"What are you still standing there for? Tell me where this child is from and where his home is. I want to go find him right now!"

The old man patted his stunned disciple hard.

"Master, this real-life variety show broadcasts events that happened more than ten years ago, which means that the child is now in his twenties."

Fang Cheng swallowed.

"What? Didn't you say live broadcast? How could it be more than ten years ago?" Uncle Fang was also confused.

Could it be that he couldn't keep up with the trend of the times?

After Fang Cheng hurriedly started the real-life variety show, a man who claimed to be the disciple of the Tianji Pavilion Master appeared with a Taoist weapon and reviewed Dai Qiurou's life in the past twenty years.

"Taoist weapon? Does our country really have Taoist weapon?" The old man obviously didn't understand.

"But since the Tianji Pavilion is able to deploy Taoist instruments, it must be a very important matter."

"Are they trying to steal my apprentice?"

After the old man muttered a few words, he suddenly said this.

Fangcheng: ????

He couldn't help but want to complain.

Master, you are the only one who treats this scumbag brother as a treasure. Everyone else tries to avoid him.

On the mobile phone, real-life variety shows are still playing.

At this time, Dai Qiurou looked at the Tianji Stone for a long time and shook her head.

"Brother, even if you saved Wen Xu's life, so what? Isn't it to gain gratitude from this family and to get more money to buy toys for yourself?"

"You would rather spend your energy saving other families, but you don't even care that your mother has gone blind from working odd jobs all night long."

"Brother, I really feel sorry for you."

As soon as the voice fell, the barrage of comments in the real-life variety show live broadcast was full of words of support for Sister Qiu Rou.

Even Fang Cheng couldn't help but want to say a word to comfort sister Qiu Rou.

But he didn't dare to move now because the phone was in the hands of his master and second uncle.

And the master's expression now is particularly solemn.

"Who is this person? My disciple is so talented, is there any need for her to feel sad?"

The old man pointed at the phone screen and said angrily.

"Master, this is her sister, and that scumbag brother..."

Before Fang Cheng could finish his words, the old man gave him a deathly look again.

"Oh! That brother who likes to drink bean curd dregs, well, he did a lot of things to let his sister down afterwards."

He blinked his eyes, his desire to survive overwhelming.

"Master, if you continue reading, you will definitely know!"

The old man then continued reading.

Wen Bo brought little Mingxu into the car and asked the driver to drive to the toy store.

There was a mother and daughter buying clothes in the toy store. The girl kept staring at the doll next to her and slowly stretched out her hand.

When Xiao Mingxu saw this, he grabbed the girl's arm and pinned her there.

"What are you doing, kid?" The mother at the side saw this and slapped the boy's hand away.

"Yunyun, let's go!" She picked up her daughter and left without even looking at her toys.

"People nowadays are really bad. If they can't even educate their children well, who knows what they will do in the future."

The mother was very angry.

She looked at Quince meaningfully and snorted.

The girl was held by her mother and turned to look at Xiao Mingxu curiously.

Wen Bo was also a little embarrassed and touched his nose subconsciously.

"Uncle Wen, let's go out." Xiao Mingxu didn't care about the owner's unfriendly look and walked out directly.

"Xiao Mingxu, did you find anything?" Wen Bo asked hurriedly when they got outside.

"Uncle Wen, call the police." Dai Mingxu said calmly.

"There are still a dozen or so toys in that toy store that are cursed. Before this, I don't know how many people bought the cursed toys."

After hearing the boy's words, Wen Bo's face looked extremely ugly.

Such a toy store was actually designed for his son.

The toy store owner's behavior was like a slap in the face.

Regardless of whether the shop owner knew about it or not, the consequences were something he could not bear.

Wen Bo called the National Special Bureau without any hesitation.

The special bureau is used to deal with the monsters and beasts that appear from time to time after the revival of spiritual energy, as well as some strange things.

After receiving the alarm, the Special Bureau took it very seriously and is rushing over.

"Uncle Wen, I'm leaving first."

I've been out for a long time and I didn't bring my cell phone with me. My mother must be worried.

And I haven’t bought any toys for my sister yet.

"Ming Xu, are you just leaving like this?" Wen Bo was stunned for a moment.

"Xiaoxu's body will fully recover in a few days, don't worry." The boy added.

"No, that's not what I meant. Uncle Wen naturally believes in you. I haven't thanked you properly for helping Xiaoxu."

Quince was mortified.

This was the first time in such a long time that he felt such mixed emotions.

"We are all friends, it's normal to help each other." Xiao Mingxu smiled faintly.

"Uncle Wen, I have something urgent to do. I will come to see Xiaoxu again when I am free."

"Mingxu, let me ask the driver to take you there." Wen Bo said again.

"I'm nearby, no need to send me off." Xiao Mingxu shook his head.

He was indeed going to look for the toy his sister had mentioned nearby.

Wen Bo just watched the boy disappear in front of him step by step.

By the time he realized what was happening and wanted to ask the driver to help Mingxu, his cell phone rang again.

The police from the special bureau over there kept asking about the specific situation and what he had encountered before.

Wen Bo had no choice but to concentrate on making phone calls and communicating with the practitioners from the Special Bureau.

When Dai Mingxu came out of another toy store again, he was holding a big black bag in his hand.

The bag contains a rectangular toy box.

Through the name printed on the toy box, you can vaguely see the big words "remote control toy plane".

"I finally bought the toy my sister likes. She will definitely be very surprised when she sees it." The boy murmured softly in the faint afternoon sunlight.