Live fortune telling: All the people in the underworld are her younger brothers

"It's a free tool, if you don't use it, it will go to waste." Jiang Ling said lazily with a smile.

Is it necessary for her to personally handle such a trivial matter?

It's so embarrassing!!!

It just so happens that Pei Jingchen has a lot of merit power, it would be such a waste if he didn't use it.

The black fog dissipated, and the afterglow of sunset spread across the valley.

Next to a man in red stood a tall and mysterious man. Just by looking at his back, one could feel the kingly aura that made all things submit.

She is no less impressive than Jiang Ling when appearing in the same screen.

The man chuckled: "But I'm still a patient."

"Captain...Captain, who is this?" Lin Feier came back to her senses and spoke incoherently.

"Pet." Jiang Ling answered simply.

Pei Jingchen sighed helplessly, then turned to look at Lin Feier and the camera.

Lin Feier, the female ghost, and Tang Banxian stood in a line. When they saw the man's face, they were petrified instantly.

Not to mention the pair of golden eyes that carry an aura of oppression, the handsome and straight nose and the sexy and cool lips, plus the angular contours and perfect proportions, are a hundred and eighty levels better than Xuan Che.

If Xuan Che is a rare handsome man in the world, then the man in front of him should not belong to this world.

Jiang Ling and he both have very strong auras. Logically, their auras should repel each other, but their auras are unexpectedly harmonious and even complementary.

They stood there like a perfect match made in heaven.

[This pair is more suitable, what Xuan and ginger soup, at this moment, is weak! ]

[Tell me! When will this sweet drama be aired? ]

【The heroine and her man. 】

[Has no one noticed that this man's eyes are similar to Xuan Che's? ]

[The CP feeling between these two people is about to overflow the screen]

[At this moment, there is indeed a sense of a beautiful ending, but... Feng Yanyoudao... How should we deal with it? Is Master Jiang considered murder? And what happened just now, and how did this man appear. ]

[Wow, I found out that the little black snake that Master Jiang brought is gone. Does that mean this man is a snake demon? ]

[The love-hate relationship between the mystic and his pet demon, I love it even more~]

"Master Jiang, what's going on with Feng Yan Youdao? Is he an evil cultivator?" Tang Banxian was holding his small magic weapon in a daze, still a little dazed.

Jiang Ling nodded: "Yes, he is an evil cultivator. He just wanted to devour us. He has merged with the resentment and turned into ashes."

"Ah, I thought he was a very good master, but it turns out he is an evil cultivator. In this case, how can we continue recording? Team Two is short of people." Lin Feier hung her head.

Tang Banxian tightened his grip on the peach wood sword.

Lin Feier didn't understand, but how could he not understand? The powerful golden light just now was not emitted by Master Jiang, but by the man who called him a pet.

If a pet is so powerful, how powerful must Master Jiang be?

Tang Banxian became more certain of his inner thoughts that Master Jiang was not a human being, but a god!

Jiang Ling walked towards the silent female ghost and said, "How to arrange the team is a problem that the program team needs to consider. Now, can you answer my question?"

The female ghost knew that if Jiang Ling had not been there, she would have been reduced to ashes. The resentment in her body had already been washed away by the golden light. She responded in a low voice: "My past?"

[It’s so uncomfortable. I didn’t accelerate! Why do I feel the pace is so fast? I haven’t recovered from the last incident yet. ]

[It was just a few minutes, but it felt like a century.]

[At first I was happily eating the gossip about Chen Haoyu having sex, and then I found that my wife had started broadcasting. I can't call her my wife anymore, so I should call her Spirit King. But I didn't see Spirit King at all. Then the scene of the evil cultivator Feng Yan Youdao showing off appeared.

Just when my heart was beating faster and I was about to suffocate to death, a golden light blinded my eyes and a superb man appeared. I didn't have time to look at him like a nymphomaniac, and I didn't have time to ship their CP. Is this the beginning of a new story?

I have been slow in my movements since I was young, Spirit King, how about you wait for us? 】

[It’s okay, family, the screen has been recorded. After the live broadcast is over, we will analyze and discuss each shot carefully! ]

Lin Fei'er's feelings at the moment were similar to those of netizens. She hadn't digested everything yet and still had a lot of questions in her mind, and now she started to mention the story of the female ghost.

Finally, Lin Feier closed her mouth for a rare moment, patted her little face, and manually cheered herself up.

The ghost girl lowered her head and said, “When I was alive, I was the daughter of a general. The country was at war, with internal and external troubles. My mother took a family of servants and I and fled to the valley to escape the war.

The valley is semi-isolated, with only a few people living in it, about a dozen households. Our arrival was very strange to them.

We brought a lot of food and daily necessities, and in order to get along well with them, my mother went to give them gifts in person.

There was no suitable place for us to live in the valley, so my mother and I temporarily lived in the village chief's house, and the servants found an empty lot to build a house.

In this way, we settled down in the valley. After building a simple house, we warmly invited everyone in the village to come to our home for dinner and celebration.

Since leaving the mansion, I no longer have the airs of a young lady. I play and have fun with some peers in the valley, teaching them a lot of knowledge about the outside world.

At that time, I liked all of them and thought they were all very simple and honest. This place was beautiful with beautiful mountains and clear waters, just like a paradise.

I have always been looking forward to it. If my father comes, I hope that when he takes us away, he will take them with him to see the sky outside and experience life outside.

The good life was soon shattered. I remember it very clearly. The weather was very good that day and the flowers on the mountain were particularly bright. I wore a water-blue long skirt, held a white oil-paper umbrella, carried a small basket, and went up the mountain to pick flowers.

I picked a lot of flowers and was very happy at that time. I also made a few wreaths and prepared to go down the mountain to give them to my mother and my good friends.

Suddenly, a few men came running down the mountain. I recognized them. They were farmers in the village, making a living by farming. People in the village took care of each other. Some farmed, some raised poultry, and when the harvest came, they would exchange their harvest with others.

When a few men saw that I was the only one picking flowers on the mountain, they came up to me and greeted me, gradually approaching me. This made me very uncomfortable. Thinking that they had never been educated and did not know the difference between men and women, I had to force a smile and talk to them.

My politeness was met with even more outrageous behavior from them. They talked and laughed while reaching out to grab me. I was terrified and screamed and turned to run away. But how could a weak woman like me defeat several men? I didn't run far before I was caught up.

They pushed me down into the grass without saying a word. I fought back and struggled desperately, but it was no use.

Just like that, I was defiled by those men." Two lines of blood and tears flowed down the ghost girl's fair cheeks.