The live fortune telling is so accurate that the whole network is waiting to watch.

Bai Jun glanced at the cup and saw that it was just ordinary green tea, so he drank it with confidence.

It tastes like tea in the mouth, but I don't know why, but it feels a little weird in the mouth, as if it's a little bitter.

Seeing the strange smile on the face of the Tan tree demon, Bai Jun suddenly tensed up again: "Old Tan, you don't know what condiments were put in the tea, do you? Why does the tea taste weird?"

The sandalwood tree demon hurriedly shook his head and turned his attention to Sang Feiwan: "It's the immortal who added something and doesn't care about my business."

Bai Jun was speechless: "Grandma, why are you influenced by Lao Tan?"

Sang Feiwan said: "Tea is just ordinary tea. I refined it with a little spiritual power. Drinking it regularly can prolong life and strengthen the body. However, the first time I tried it, I didn't control the heat well and it might taste a bit mushy. I originally wanted to give it to you. One pack, forget it if you don’t like it.”

When Bai Jun heard this, his eyes immediately lit up and he drank all the tea in the cup in one breath.

"I definitely like the tea that my grandma made by herself, I like it very much! By the way, do you think it will prolong your life? How long can it prolong your life?"

Sang Feiwan said: "If you drink it every day, you will live to be a hundred years old and free from all diseases."

Bai Jun was shocked, this is simply a priceless treasure!

"Is it troublesome to refine this kind of tea? Can it be mass-produced and sold? With this kind of health-preserving tea, wouldn't it kill all the health-care products on the market?"

At that moment, Bai Jun even thought about the name of the tea and a series of marketing plans.

But I heard Sang Feiwan say: "It consumes too much spiritual energy and cannot be mass-produced. I can only refine one pack a month."

This is because her realm has recently risen to a small level, and her spiritual power has become more abundant, so she has enough energy to refine these things.

Although Bai Jun was a little disappointed, this further demonstrated the preciousness of tea.

My grandma actually gave all of such a precious thing to herself.

This kind of affection is so touching just thinking about it ㄟ(≧◇≦)ㄏ.

Early the next morning, the property manager called Sang Feiwan:

"Ms. Sang, there are many people outside Jiangyue Villa, clamoring to see you, and there are also many media people filming and interviewing, and they can't be driven away. Now the gates are blocked, causing travel problems for other owners. Big trouble."

Sang Feiwan said: "Okay, I understand, I will handle it."

The villa complex of Jiangyue Villa is built on Jiangyue Mountain. Although there are two exits, the exit on the back mountain is small and has some detours. Everyone is accustomed to entering and exiting from the main road at the front gate.

It's the morning rush hour again, and the owners' luxury cars are blocked at the gate, and their horns are blaring.

Outside the gate, thousands of people were crowded in a dark crowd, and many reporters and self-media bloggers were broadcasting live.

The security guards were also mobilized, fully armed and blocking the door to prevent anyone from breaking in and causing trouble.

Seeing Sang Fei coming out late, the property manager hurried over and said:

"Ms. Sang, why did you come out alone? Those people look like they are looking for trouble. We have called the police and they will be here soon. Be careful and don't go out of the gate. If anything happens, just say it inside the gate. , otherwise I’m afraid it won’t be safe.”

"If they cause you any trouble, I'll blow them away immediately."

After Sang Feiwan said that, he walked straight out of the gate of the community. The property manager was still shouting from behind: "Ms. Sang, I told you not to go out of the gate! Security! The security guards are surrounding us. Don't let anything happen to the owner!"

As soon as they saw Sang Feiwan appear, the crowd outside the gate surged over, shouting:

"Sang Feiwan, I am an entertainment blogger, can you make an appointment for an interview?"

"Sang Feiwan, do you really know where Park Zhenqing is?"

"I've watched your live broadcast, and I've also seen you help fans find people. Can you help us find Park Zhenqing?"

"Did you know that Linda Jiang came to see you yesterday? Why did you refuse to see her?"

"Why are you unwilling to help find the person even though you have the means?"

"You can't be so selfish. If something happens to a beautiful girl like Park Zhenqing when she is alone outside, can you be responsible?"

Among these people, a small number are fans of Park Jinqing, and most of them are self-media people who come here to gain popularity.

They all questioned Sang Feiwan, and some fans were so excited that they even used the language of Country H.

They kept pushing against the security guards blocking the city wall, not caring how much trouble their actions caused to others, and still trying to morally kidnap Sang Feiwan.

Sang Feiwan saw a young security guard whose clothes were torn and his face was scratched and bleeding. Although his expression was a little angry, due to professional constraints, he did not dare to do anything casually.

Sang Feiwan's face darkened, and she shouted sternly: "Stay back, everyone!"

This shout was loud and fell into the ears of those people. Their minds were inexplicably shaken, and then they really backed away obediently.

The pressure on the security guards has dropped sharply, but they still dare not relax.

Seeing that Sang Feiwan was about to go forward, the little security guard whose face was scratched said in panic: "We can't go any further, it's too dangerous!"

Sang Feiwan said: "It doesn't matter, don't be afraid as long as I'm here."

As soon as the voice reached his ears, the little security guard's originally flustered heart calmed down inexplicably.

He then thought again: "That's not right. We are the ones who protect the safety of the owners. Why are we being comforted by the owners instead?"

Sang Feiwan had already walked to the center of the crowd. Someone wanted to reach out and pull her, but she was inexplicably startled when she glanced at them.

I don’t know why, but just standing like that, she has a special intimidating effect, making people dare not approach, let alone get involved.

Sang Feiwan said coldly: "Don't you want to know where Park Zhenqing is? Well, I tell you, she is safe now. She will appear on the show on the day "Xanadu" starts airing. If you really care about her, Wait quietly. Don’t disrupt traffic again until you can leave.”

A fan of Park Jinqing asked: "Is it true? You couldn't have made it up just to get us to leave, right?"

Sang Feiwan glanced over with a cold look: "If you don't believe me, why are you still coming to me?"

At this moment, the police came. There were also traffic policemen who came to clear the traffic problem.

Many people were afraid of the weak and did not dare to confront the police. After Sang Feiwan gave the answer, they began to retreat one after another.

However, there are still some bloggers who specialize in gaining popularity and traffic. They hold up their shooting equipment and take random photos of Sang Feiwan, unwilling to let him go:

"Miss Sang, since you know when Park Zhenqing will show up, why didn't you tell her earlier?"

"Why not tell me where she is?"

"I heard that when you were taking promotional photos for "Xanadu", you had some conflicts with several guests from Country H? Is it true?"

"Is it because of that little conflict that you hold a grudge and refuse to help?"

"Miss Sang, why don't you speak?"

Although the police were on hand to dissuade them, these people had no scruples at all for the sake of traffic.