Ancestor, I was going through a tribulation, but I was accidentally exposed on the live broadcast!

Li Ren obediently opened the chat channel and quickly typed:

{I want to buy Baicao Pills. I can buy as many as I want. }

"Baicao Pills?" An Yan saw this comment titled [My savior is a god]. She thought about it and answered the question truthfully:

"I don't know if you still have this pill. I'll go find the ancestor later. If he still has it, I'll put it in your lucky bag."

{Anchor, please turn my sign, I want to see Yuan Kong perform ‘Teleport’! ! }

{Ibid. }

{No, no, no, anchor, I want to watch the ancestor. }

{Anchor, I also want to buy Baicao Pills again. I gave the ones I grabbed last time to my grandma, and her old back pain actually improved a lot. }

An Yan looked at the series of scrolling screens with a headache. She would have to go blind if she had to count them one by one. Forget it, she would randomly select ten lucky fans and satisfy their needs.

"Okay, don't argue. I'll put a wish bag. If you grab the baby, send me a private message and put forward your request. As long as it's reasonable, I will try my best to satisfy you."

Fans in the live broadcast room cheered for a while, and the host was still very enthusiastic. They began to squat over An Yan and put her wish bags.

{May my ancestors bless me and be sure to draw me. }

{I've already washed my hands and applied hand cream, so I'm sure I can grab it. }

{I took out my fascial gun, this is my magic tool for grabbing orders during Double 11. }

{The people upstairs are a little bit stupid. What we are competing now is luck, not hand speed. Your fascial gun is not as useful as my ancestors. }

{I laughed out loud. I also signed up to participate. I hope I can be a part of it. }

Zhang Feng looked at everyone's comments and shouted anxiously, "Li Ren, help me grab it quickly, how do I do it?"

"I clicked it, Uncle Zhang. I'll call Yishan and ask him to click it too."

"Go quickly, that bastard stays home all day long and is useless at the critical moment."

Zhang Feng's eyes were fixed on the screen, and the fingertips of his two hands at his sides were turning white.

"Okay, I'm going to start the countdown, 10, 9, 8..." An Yan looked at the time and started counting down. She put the lucky bag up and pressed the submit button.

{Wow ah ah ah, I won the prize, hahahaha. }

{I didn’t win, anchor. Please try again. My ancestor just replied to me, saying that I can definitely win. }

{This time it doesn’t count, and I didn’t hit it either. }

{The anchor must have opened it in the wrong way. }

{Oh yeah, I actually won too, hahahaha, I'm so lucky, I'm going to buy a lottery ticket. }

An Yan looked helplessly at the rewards and comments flying all over the sky. They were too fast and she couldn't reply. She could only say a hasty sentence and ask the winner to send her a private message before going off the air directly.

{Huh? Why did the anchor go offline? }

{Fleeed in despair. }

{I am a lucky baby, I am going to receive my wish bag~}

{Jealous, curse you for forgetting to add salt when cooking. }

After the live broadcast room was closed, fans rushed to An Yan's pinned video and started commenting.

On the other side, Zhang Feng stared at a red lucky bag displayed on his phone for a long time.

"Uncle Zhang? Uncle Zhang." Li Ren turned off his cell phone regretfully. This time he would not be so lucky if he didn't use his hand speed. He looked up and saw Zhang Feng in a daze, so he hurriedly called him a few times.

"Uh, come and help me take a look. What does this mean?" He had been looking here for a long time and couldn't see anything.

Li Ren took out his phone, glanced at it, opened his eyes in disbelief, raised his trembling hand and clicked on the lucky bag on the screen.

[Congratulations on winning! 】

Four big characters clearly occupied the entire phone screen. Li Ren was stunned for a second, and then shouted happily, "Uncle Zhang, you won the prize."

I didn’t expect Uncle Zhang to be so lucky. He won a prize the first time he entered the live broadcast room.

"Really?" Zhang Feng was startled for a moment, and the next second, a big smile bloomed on his wrinkled face, "Then help me receive the award quickly."

"Okay~!"

Li Ren answered while clicking on An Yan's private message, {Hello, anchor, I won the lucky bag. }

{Hello, what gift do you want? }

An Yan replied quickly, and Li Ren quickly turned around and asked Zhang Feng, "Uncle Zhang, the anchor has replied, what do you want? Is it the same pill as last time?"

"Yes, yes, you ask her how much she has? I bought them all, money is not a problem." Zhang Feng waved his hand and spoke boldly. His Tongxintang has opened dozens of chain stores across the country, and his family is very rich.

"Baicao pills?"

An Yan read the request "My savior is a god". This person actually said that he would take as many pills as he wanted. Why did he need so many pills? Eat them as jelly beans?

Shaking her head, An Yan was puzzled. She took out a piece of paper and started counting the requests and addresses of these ten people.

When Anwu walked in, she was immersed in writing, "Yanyan, what are you doing?" He looked at the content curiously.

"Baicao pills? Yuan Kong's Taoist robe show? Ancestor's..." What are these things? In a mess, Anwu shook his head, saying that he couldn't understand how children play nowadays.

"Ah, Ancestor, you are here." An Yan stood up happily and grabbed An Wu's sleeve.

"Ancestor, I need your help with something," An Yan coquettishly shook his hand. She had become very familiar with An Wu after spending a few days together.

"Oh, what are you doing?" An Wu always responded to her requests.

"That's it..." An Yan hurriedly said what she promised to fulfill fans' wishes.

Anwu twirled his beard and pondered for a while, "What did I think it was? Okay, leave it all to the ancestor." This matter played into his heart.

He received more than ten merit points one after another while meditating today. He guessed that the pills sent by An Yan must have reached those people.

He came here today to discuss with An Yan how to continue this matter. Unexpectedly, An Yan paved the way for him all at once.

After thinking for a while, Anwu reached out and took out the list An Yan had made.

There are a bunch of strange requests written on it, but after all, this request "My savior is a god" is the simplest and most direct.

"No, just send these to him." An Wu casually placed a dozen bottles of pills on the table.

Then he glanced at the other requirements on the paper and ran his finger over the last request:

"Fortune-telling?"

"Well, Ancestor, when I came, they heard Yuan Kong say that you had already come out and asked him to pick me up. So the fans thought you could tell fortunes. It doesn't matter. I told them that I would only promise them reasonable things. Require."

She also felt a little weird when she saw this request just now. She didn't know what this fan was thinking. She picked up the pen and was about to cross out the request when she heard the voice of the ancestor.

"can!"