Ascended to become a virtual idol

Chapter 38 Kneeling to the Boss

This hot search lasted long enough, and the fans who flooded in during Yan Qiao's live broadcast the next morning were still talking about it.

#一天不见乔乔live, it’s like three autumns!
#乔乔Fly bravely!Qiao Fan will always be with you!
#My Joe mighty!

#Just so I noticed, did my Joe change his clothes today?

"Hello babies, yes, my elf is awesome, new equipment." She put her chin on her hand and answered with a smile while picking up the message on the barrage.

#jojo!Is it true that the admission to Xuanyuan Academy?

"It's true, I'm going to teach this afternoon," Yan Qiao said in a natural tone.

#教育玄会Is it really to teach people’s children?
The truth of this barrage was a bit harsh, Yan Qiao slightly raised her eyebrows and asked back, "Of course it is to teach my disciples to recognize the profound art of physiognomy, otherwise, if I meet a scum like you, I won't have a place to cry when I'm cheated."

Her tone was a bit rambling, "I have already reported it, I don't know if a certain place will feel sorry for you if you are lost."

#Wow, Qiao Qiao really won't swallow his anger!

"Okay, today's questions and answers are a bit too much, so let's get to the point now." Yan Qiao's brows and eyes widened, apparently fortune-telling was a pleasure for her.

#See it out I Joe loves occult arts very much.

The bullet screen slid down the line, causing a smile in Yan Qiao's eyes.

As soon as Yan Qiao started the lottery draw, a gift special effect immediately appeared on the screen, accompanied by a sentence in bold and golden font, it was impossible not to see it.

# Another local tyrant!
#Please anchor look at me!

This barrage is extremely coquettish, golden with red lace, extra tacky and expensive, it is also a member-only chat box created by Changlong Group, and it is also a representative of wealth.

#乔乔 Just him and him, I want to see what troubles the local tyrants have!
#Choose him plus one.

#I am a rebellious person, so I have to look at the fortune-telling of the local tyrants!
The barrage is very interesting, Wu Xiaoxiao looks at it very seriously, and will humbly ask the elf beside him when he meets something he doesn't understand.

And after being forced to accept Yan Qiao's existence of more than one AI, the little elf spontaneously unlocked the big brother mode and took the initiative to lead Wu to learn human knowledge.

"Okay, then we'll settle him." Yan Qiao saw that they were booing hard, and that the others had indeed bought the gifts, so they stopped drawing again.

Immediately, a video application request came over there, and as soon as Yan Qiao connected, a woman's face appeared.

"Hello, anchor." It was a woman with a charming appearance, only the fine lines around her eyes showed that she was not young anymore.

At this time, the hands overlap subconsciously, and one can subconsciously see that it is the sitting posture of a superior person.

Yan Qiao's expression remained unchanged, but the barrage was a little crazy, obviously she knew the woman in front of her.

#Ah ah ah ah!Isn't that Zhou Rong, the technical director of Changlong Group!
"Cultivator Yan, there is one thing that has really bothered me for a long time during my visit this time." She looked solemn, unable to hide the fatigue between her brows.

"It's no coincidence that I know Cultivator Yan. I'm the technical director of Changlong Group, and Changlong Live is also affiliated to the group. Unfortunately, I'm in charge of the convenience section." She couldn't help but see Yan Qiao's expression unchanged after speaking. Subconsciously smiled.

Then he shook his head, "Sorry, I'm used to some things, and I forgot that Brother Yan has a different identity."

"It doesn't matter," Yan Qiao didn't care. A businessman and a mysterious master are different existences, and naturally they speak and act differently. What's more, this person has no malice, and Yan Qiao is not a person who doesn't know right from wrong.

"I see that you hesitate at times, but is there anything you can't make up your mind about?" Yan Qiao asked.

"Yes," she said with a look of sadness in her eyes, "I have a daughter who seems to be in love recently. I'm happy about it. After all, a child must have his own ideas when he grows up."

She said with a look of annoyance, "But I don't know if I was too indulgent, so that she dared to say a word and ran away from home and broke contact."

She seemed to be weighing her words, "It's not rigorous to say that, I was working overtime yesterday, and she called me and my husband, but there was no news."

As she spoke, her expression became more and more tired, "The strange thing is that the location on her body has lost its signal. I suspect that something happened to her, and I have reported to the superintendent, but there is still no news. Before the incident, she had been intimate with a boy. The two disappeared together."

Yan Qiao had already started deduction when she was speaking, and as she spoke more deeply, Yan Qiao's deduction became more and more complete, until the woman took out a photo, Yan Qiao's expression changed.

"This is my daughter, Mr. has been exhausted because of this matter." The woman blamed herself a bit.

Yan Qiao quickly deduced with both hands, and soon a ball appeared, and she fiddled with the silk thread in it with her fingers, as fast as an afterimage.

When the fans in the live broadcast room saw this scene, they were fascinated by it.

"Don't stop, keep talking about your daughter." Yan Qiao said in a serious tone.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Rong also understood that something else might have happened to her daughter. She suppressed the worries in her heart and calmly and smoothly told her daughter's abnormality. The more she talked, the more regretful she felt.

She didn't notice it normally, but this memory suddenly realized how negligent she was to her daughter in normal times, and she was only now aware of the abnormality that had appeared long ago.

As she spoke more and more, the ball made of white silk threads in Yan Qiao's hands gradually became dyed with color. Her hand straightened it out, and quickly distributed the colors evenly, and then Yan Qiao lightly pressed her hand on it.

At the same time, Zhou Rong also subconsciously stopped talking. At this time, there were beads of sweat on her forehead, and her voice was slightly hoarse.

Yan Qiao let go of his hand, and those threads started to rotate in an instant, they seemed to be looking for the breakthrough place, rushing in all directions, and the order that had just been sorted out seemed to be disrupted again.

Fans have never seen Yan Qiao's fortune-telling method this time. In the past, what she did most often was counting with her fingers. Now this seems to be more mysterious and powerful.

#Is it a bit tricky this time?
#Yes, Jojo uses different methods...

The bullet screen drifted past, which also made Zhou Rong more nervous, worrying about her daughter's accident and regretting her carelessness, which made her heart feel like being eaten by ants for a while.

While focusing on the hexagrams, Yan Qiao noticed something was wrong with Zhou Rong, "Calm down, your daughter is not in danger now," her clear voice flowed like a spring, calming Zhou Rong's chaotic thoughts.

Yan Qiao stared at the messy thread, her eyes were clear and bright. At this moment, she turned her hand slightly, and the thread balls fluctuated more and more violently.

At this moment, one of the black threads of a different color began to peel off, sprinting towards a place alone.

"caught you!"

(End of this chapter)