In the face of Aotian's inquiry, Sang Luo did not answer directly, but said coldly:

"Why don't you turn yourself in and give it a try? Why do you ask so much? ”

"Master, don't be angry, I didn't mean not to believe you."

Aotian thought that Sang Luo was talking to him in this tone because he didn't believe her, so he was unhappy, and hurriedly waved his hand to explain.

After explaining, he sighed again, "Hey, I'll just ask this sentence more." Master, I'm going to turn myself in right now! ”

Then, Aotian hung up the connection and went straight to the Weimin Bureau.

Netizens in the live broadcast room felt indignant about this.

[This kind of scum, who has harmed so many people, can still live well in this world]

[Those baby spirits actually let him go so easily]

[It's really eyeless]

[Good people don't live long, and disasters will last for thousands of years]

Sang Luo looked at the indignant complaints and emotions of netizens in the live broadcast room, and couldn't help but smile.

She took the last bite of the melon in the skin, and then spit out the black seed, "I didn't say that the five infant spirits would let him go, but you understand it." ”

[Huh? But didn't the master just say that as long as he knows to repent and is willing to turn himself in, there will be salvation? 】

[Yes, he has already turned himself in]

Sang Luo threw the melon peel in his hand into the trash can at the corner of the table, then picked up a towel and wiped his hands.

"What I'm saying is, repent and turn himself in, he is still saved, repent first, turn himself in last."

But until the last second when he left the live broadcast room to turn himself in, he had no remorse, only cared about whether he would be sentenced to death. Rest assured, the five infant spirits will not let him go. ”

[I see]

[It seems that the sky still has eyes]

[I wish him eighteen layers of hell after his death]

"Okay, let me open a lucky bag and wait for the next destined person."

Sang Luo didn't say too much about Aotian, that kind of person is really not worth her wasting too much tongue.

After saying that, she hung up a lucky bag.

After thirty seconds, the lucky bag opened.

[Ahhh I didn't get it ten times]

[Hands are so black!] I don't know how long it will take to find the master to count the hexagram like this]

[Look at the opening point, there are hundreds of thousands of people in the live broadcast room, I never report hoping to grab it]

[Can the master add another hexagram? ] There are too few two trigrams a day, and the other live broadcast rooms are all four trigrams]

As soon as the lucky bag was opened, there was another burst of complaints in the live broadcast room, complaining that the lucky bag was difficult to grab.

After Sang Luo saw it, he felt that this was a good time to promote his Taoist temple, so he hurriedly said:

"It's naturally okay to add a hexagram. However, I only start a live broadcast once a week, and each time I only count three trigrams, the chances of you being able to grab it are still very slim. ”

"Therefore, I recommend that you come to Cangyun Temple and come directly to me to tell the fortunes. I watch it every day, and I have five trigrams every day. And the grabbing of lucky bags in the live broadcast room relies on metaphysics, but if you come to Guanli, as long as you line up in front, you can count it. ”

And, starting next month. Guanli will provide free fasting meals to 50 pilgrims every day, and everyone can also eat a fasting meal after incense, and go to the ancient town at the foot of the mountain to take a stroll. ”

[Ahhh After waiting for a long time, the master's dining hall was finally built! 】

[Great, I'll definitely come when the canteen opens next month]

[This is simply too good for us 10,000-year-old Africans]

[Yes! I'm not lucky enough to beat them, but I'm a thief and I'm sure I'll be the first! 】

Sang Luo smiled, "Then let's say so, next month, the canteen in Guanli will open for the first time for fasting, and everyone must come to Guanli to offer incense." ”

Netizens in the live broadcast room were immersed in the joy of offline fortune-telling opportunities.

At this time, a message on the public screen floated silently.

[Has anyone looked at me?] Am I the one who won the lucky bag? 】

[Aha, I actually forgot him]

[Let's welcome this destined person together]

After Sang Luo saw this message, he looked at the lower right corner, it turned out that this netizen named Du Ziteng had applied for a connection for a long time, but she hadn't been connected.

She quickly clicked on the consent line, and the screen split in two.

A middle-aged man with shoulder-length curly hair appeared on the screen, looking a little decadent and a little literary, like an art worker.

[Du Ziteng sent a goddess to descend]

【！！ Why did Du Ziteng come to the live broadcast room? My childhood god]

[Oh my God, I actually saw the missing person potbelly brother here! ] It's really a young return! 】

[Is this old man famous?] How do I not recognize? 】

[If you don't know it, you must still be a little kid, more than ten years ago, Du Ziteng was a genius in the music industry]

[Although, his name is so funny, hahaha, my stomach hurts]

Although Sang Luo is not a little child, she doesn't know this Du Ziteng either.

She knows a few of the music wizards.

Shi Yan Shi Juan, Gao Yuanli and Boya were also well-known existences at her time.

"May I ask this destined person, what do you want to count?"

Du Ziteng's right hand slid from the front of his forehead through the roots of his hair to the back of his head, smoothing his long and iconic hair.

Then he said, "I want to count my deceased wife, and I wonder if she is too lonely to be alone underground?" ”

When Sang Luo heard it, he was a little confused, "How do you say this?" ”

Du Ziteng leaned back on the back of the seat, crossed his fingers, and put his hands on his stomach.

"I've dreamed of my wife every night during this time, and I think it must be because she misses me so much that she came to see me in my dream."

When he said this, Du Ziteng's eyes were full of sorrow and affection, and he looked depressed, which made the netizens in the live broadcast room feel distressed.

[Oh my God, he looks like he really loves his wife]

[Hey, it's still good to be a former singer, you have to have business ability, you have to have business ability, and you have to have character. is not like those in the entertainment industry now, who are single on the surface, but actually have a child behind the scenes]

[Poof, I suggest you don't be deceived by Brother Potbelly, anyone who knows Brother Potbelly knows that his eyes look at dogs affectionately. 】

Moreover, he will always only love his ex. Don't look at him so much about his deceased wife now, when his wife was still alive, he also missed his ex-girlfriend every day]

[Huh? Is this the legendary affectionate scum? 】

After Sang Luo finished watching the netizens' narration of Du Ziteng's past in the live broadcast room, she raised her head again and carefully observed Du Ziteng's face.

The lying silkworm is fat, there are many peach blossoms, the eyes contain autumn water, the affection is easy to be sad, and the lower lip is turned outward.

However, fortunately, the earlobes are thick and the nose is fleshy, although he is amorous and flowery, he is not a big bad person.

"What are you dreaming about?" , Sang Luo asked.

Du Ziteng lowered his eyes, and a teardrop fell from the corner of his eye.

(End of chapter)