Live fortune telling is so popular that global bosses ask me to come out

Not only were they groggy, but even Redcomb was no exception.

Just when Hong Comb was about to take out the silver needle and give it to himself, a clear voice suddenly appeared in his ear.

"Grandmaster."

That voice was like the sound of nature, crowned with Buddha's light, clearing away the fog and instantly clearing Hong Comb's mind.

Red Comb looked at that person immediately.

Little bald head?

The little bald man didn't stay much longer and was about to call Shen Muhuai and others.

Just then, a strange sound appeared.

"Huijing, you ruined my business again."

Qi Jing stopped and looked somewhere, his eyes showing compassion.

"Everything in this world has its own destiny. Why do you have to force it? It will only increase the number of evildoers and hinder your practice. Why do you have to do this?"

"what do you know?"

The voice suddenly became extremely sharp, "We are all fox tribe, why am I the only one so ugly?"

Immediately, Hong Comb turned off the sound in the live broadcast room again.

"Huijing, you ungrateful beast, you actually brought them here, well, then you all go to die!"

The demonic energy gradually became stronger, and Hong Comb frowned.

This guy... is not easy to deal with.

But...it's not easy to fix, but it's easy for others.

Hong Comb looked in a certain direction, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

There, a middle-aged man lowered his head and was flipping through a book in his hand.

Redcomb moved to the man's side almost instantly, "Are you looking for how to deal with me?"

The man's hand loosened and the book fell to the ground.

The next second, the man jumped up.

It's really jumping.

"you you you……"

Hong Comb glanced at the book on the ground. Well, it was indeed that ancient book. "Do your ancestors know that you are doing this?"

"Are you really not going to peel off your skin?"

The middle-aged man cried out and knelt on the ground.

"Master, you don't know, times are difficult."

"Is it wrong for me to want my family to live a better life? He said I would help him make things and give me [-] a month. That's [-]!!!"

The man was crying so hard that his nose was dripping with tears and he looked very sad.

"Now the wages are so low and prices are so high, how can I survive?"

The man howled so loudly that he almost brought back the souls of Shen Muhuai and others who were standing over there.

The man's voice alerted the demon who was confronting the little bald head.

The demon appeared after Red Comb left. It was dressed in black...and again in black. The black clothes must have been worn out.

It has a black mask on its face and two black fox ears on its head.

It suddenly turned around and saw Hong Comb appearing next to the man. It immediately looked stern and was about to rush over. The next second, it was blocked.

The little bald man stood in front of it, looking at it seriously.

"You went too far this time."

"Am I going too far?" A sneer came from the mask, "It's obviously unfair!"

"You are beautiful, what do you know? I am discriminated against in the fox tribe. I just want to have a good appearance for myself. What's wrong with me?"

"Are you going to hold on to it?"

The little bald man's brows and eyes were full of compassion: "You are pitiful, and everyone else is suffering too."

"The sky is unfair. If you have the ability to go against the sky, don't harm the people here. If you don't dare to openly defy the sky, don't bully the weak here."

The little bald man's voice was calm, but there was a hint of determination in that calmness.

Hongshu glanced at the little bald head in surprise.

This... doesn't seem like a Buddha who is full of compassion. Is it crooked?

There was a little more interest in Hong Comb's eyes.

At the same time, the live broadcast room:

"I'm really going crazy!!! Who the hell turned on the silent mode?!!!"

"Is this a devil? It's so cute, especially those ears."

"It's weird, isn't it a demon? Do all demons have ears?"

“I’m so crazy that I’m watching a silent live broadcast here.”

"Don't be angry upstairs, I think it's pretty good. I happened to not have my headphones today. Hey, let's guess the riddle together."

……

"Snapped!"

Hongshu slapped the middle-aged man on the head, "Stop looking at your boss, he has no time to care about you now."

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that he was still crying.

He immediately burst into tears at the top of his lungs.

"Okay, stop pretending."

"The bars are waiting for you."

There was a little fear in the middle-aged man's eyes, and his voice became softer.

Seeing that Hongshu had been paying attention to that side, the middle-aged man slowly stood up and ran away.

Hongshu raised his foot and stepped on his clothes.

"Where are you going?"

Hongshu looked at the middle-aged man expressionlessly and raised his hand.

A mourning stick fell into Hong Comb's hand, and Hong Comb threw it at the middle-aged man's head.

The mourning stick instantly stood on the man's head.

Then, Hongshu clapped his hands, turned around and left.

Hong Comb walked towards the fox demon, and she didn't know when she had a mourning stick in her hand.

When the middle-aged man saw her leaving, his eyes lit up with joy. He was about to stand up, but the next second, he got hit.

The blow made him dizzy.

He felt like his soul was being shocked.

The middle-aged man collapsed on the ground and looked up at the extremely oppressive rod above.

Then, he moved his buttocks and stood up again.

The next second, his soul was shocked again.

The middle-aged man was a little dumbfounded, but he quickly regained his composure.

This time he learned how to do it. He no longer stood up, but crawled to the main office.

However, the next second, his soul was shocked again.

He began to question life.

He looked at the replica stick in Redcomb's hand, and his eyes gradually moved to Redcomb's target - his respected boss.

Bizarrely, he didn't open his mouth to alert his boss.

Then, he saw the companion who had been hit three times hit the boss on the head.

He clearly saw the boss's ears drooping.

He grabbed his ears involuntarily.

The middle-aged man, who was concentrating on the red comb's movements, did not notice the stick that was about to move above his head.

Seeing that he just grabbed the ear, the stick stopped again, as if it hadn't moved.

The next second, the red comb hit him again.

This fox just deserves a beating.

There is also the obsession with time that hurts the spring and mourns the autumn!

According to Hongshu's opinion, he just beats him less.

The piercing screams resounded through the forest. The little bald head closed his eyes and a string of Buddhist beads appeared in his hand.

"Amitabha Amitabha..."

When the little bald man opened his eyes again, he was woken up.

He looked at Wang Changshan with a trace of confusion in his eyes.

I looked around again and saw a group of police officers busy.

Hey, is it over?

"You are at Amitabha again. How many times have I told you that we are Taoists. Do you understand, Taoists?"

The little bald man nodded and stuffed the beads into his sleeve while Wang Changshan blinked.

Wang Changshan watched his movements: "???"

Did he blink for more than a second?

Does this little bald man pretend he doesn't exist?

"Qi Jing, you're done!!!"