An eight-year-old college student performs a live broadcast of fortune-telling, and the whole intern

"I've decided to take you as a closed disciple!".

As soon as Dong Tianshu's words came out, the whole scene was stunned!

Dong Tianshu, who is it!

This is the director of the Municipal Education Bureau!

Ordinary people may not be able to tie it up in eight lifetimes!

In the past, this kind of person was to be on the genealogy!

[This kid is a big deal! A blessing in disguise!].

[Envy! Hurry up and agree!].

[Ouch! I'm dying!].

There is a god on the head!].

[Now it's this aunt's turn to regret it!haha, she deserves it!].

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Breeze view

Chen Qingquan looked at the barrage of those people in the live broadcast room, and felt a little funny in his heart.

Since ancient times, ordinary people have liked to watch this kind of drama of clean officials for the people.

"Chen Qingquan, what are you looking at?".

"It's nothing to look at. "

Someone next to him quietly leaned forward to see what Chen Qingquan was looking at.

"This man is very familiar. The junior brother muttered.

"Familiar?".

Chen Qingquan was puzzled.

"Yes, don't you remember? A few months ago, I always liked to go to Master's room, I didn't knock on the door, and I often quarreled with Master

!

He stood up suddenly!

This man... Isn't it the folk president friend of the Lord?

Could it be... ？

He paused for a moment, turned around and ran towards Kannai!

"What are you doing, holding grass, what are you running!".

The junior brother looked depressed.

Immediately, Chen Qingquan's loud voice spread throughout the entire Qingfeng Temple.

"Master, where are you dead!".

"Ouch! Don't hit the head!".

"There's something big, there's something important!".

The younger brother rolled his eyes and continued to look at his phone.

This senior brother is not beaten several times a day, and he is uncomfortable.

As the master of Qingfeng Temple and Chen Qingquan's master, Chen Eshan, he has always disliked being lively.

"How can a cultivator not have grace?"

"What are you yelling and yelling all day long?"

"It's a big deal, and the master is on top, what do you call when you get that round?"

"What is the use of me watching this video?".

"A child... Eight-year-old?··· What kind of fate can he count?".

"I didn't say you... He's still a college student?".

"You believe this kind of?".

"This is... Dong Tianshu?".

Chen Eshan paused for a moment.

Suddenly, he smacked up, and yelled, "Oh shit, this damn damn it, I'm going to die!"

Chen Qingquan looked at the master with a confused expression.

The other senior brothers in the courtyard all turned their heads and looked at their master quietly.

Chen Qingquan hurriedly reminded: "Master, Master, demeanor, demeanor..."

"Wind, wind, you dead head, prepare the car, Lao Tzu wants to go out!".

Seeing Chen Eshan behaving like this, Chen Qingquan's mind was confused.

However, he understands his master very well.

Why?

Because if everything is true for this eight-year-old child, doesn't that mean that this child can really tell fortunes?

A child who really has a talent for fortune-telling, what is it for Qingfeng Guan or Daomen?

That's the foundation!

That's the future!

That's Daotong!

That's strength!

That's prestige!

Chen Qingquan nodded secretly, quite satisfied with his sensitivity!

He was sure that his judgment was absolutely in line with Master's thoughts.

"Smack!".

At this moment, Chen Qingquan, who was still pondering, felt a numbness on his face!

"What are you slapping me for!Master!".

"Still hesitating your sister! Let's go! Oh, I'm going to die, I'm going to die! Chen Qingquan, you bastard, why didn't you tell me earlier? You know how to eat every day! Eat you to death!"

Chen Eshan looked anxious and hurriedly ran towards the door.

Chen Qingquan rolled his eyes and followed behind the master.

Soon, Chen Qingquan's frightened shouts sounded outside the gate: "Master, slow down, slow down, I'm afraid, I'm day, slow down!"

The breeze and the audience looked at each other.

"Dear big friends, children, come to the wave collection, come to the wave flowers and comments!".