The master of metaphysics became rich after going down the mountain

The fans in the live broadcast room paid attention to Song Bai, partly because they wanted to see the poor life of the rich, and partly because they wanted to see how wonderful the wonderful young master of the Song family could be.

There are others who are purely watching the excitement and being funny, don’t look at Song Bai’s debts to death, but once this kind of setting is substituted, this kind of stupid person with a lot of money can laugh at everything he does.

But they didn't expect that today Song Bai not only broadcast a strange store, but also a handsome guy in the end. The live broadcast room instantly jumped from the funny channel to the handsome channel, and the comment area was full of chickens.

【Ahhh! 1 minute, I want the contact information of this handsome guy! 】

[Oh my god, is that the owner?What kind of exotic plants are so beautiful to sell, turn left and go out, I support my little brother so much! 】

[1 minute, I want the address of this store! ! 】

The live broadcast platform where Song Bai's account is located is very large, and it is the kind of platform that takes both quality and popularity into consideration. He is also a well-known big anchor, and soon someone cut out the animation for a few seconds and transferred it to the platform. public discussion area.

[I watched it too, it's really pretty!Good-looking and delicate. 】

【Who is he going to pick up? The way he ran over almost entered my heart! 】

The post carried [Song Shao's live broadcast room, this little brother is too good-looking! ] title, the popularity soared all the way.

The popularity of the forum did not affect the cleanliness of the plant shop at all.

The three of them sat down in the small courtyard behind the shop, Le Ning poured Wen Xingzhi a cup of clear tea, and another cup of red, green and green fruit tea with a bunch of small ingredients and handed it to Song Bai.

He just found out that a big anchor like Song Bai can cost tens of thousands of yuan for any advertisement, not to mention that Song Bai's filming is so fine, it is definitely worth a cup of fruit tea.

Song Rong coiled around a spiritual pool, supported by the rare spiritual energy in the world, feeling grateful, and almost did all the housework at home. The food was especially delicious. For example, this cup of fruit tea was sweet and not greasy, and it was refreshing to drink. The whole body is comfortable.

Song Bai gulped down half a glass of fruit tea with ice, and was so refreshed that he half-slumped on the chair, "It's been a long time since I've had fruit tea with such a good taste. I really miss my big chef."

Le Ning took a sip, enjoying the sweetness of summer, and heard the words strangely, "If you miss your chef, go back."

Song Bai sighed again, as if drinking to drown his sorrows, "No, I won't go back, I want to run away from home."

Such a grown-up man who still runs away from home...

Le Ning was speechless for a moment, "Why?"

"Because my father said that I bullied others outside, froze all my cards, and only gave me a few thousand living expenses every month, allowing me to live an ordinary life and meditate."

Wen Xingzhi was sipping tea quietly, when he heard this, he raised his eyes and glanced at him.

As soon as he mentioned this, Song Bai felt very resentful, he smashed down the cup with a bang,

"Don't teach me spells! Don't let others teach me spells! Freeze my card! Beat me up! Ahhh! I really don't have him as a father!"

Le Ning was a little curious about who the father who raised such a wonderful son was, so he asked another question.

Speaking of this, Song Bai talked too much, under Song Bai's non-stop nagging, Le Ning had a new understanding of his identity.

Song Bai's father, Song Yuncong, is the number one fortune teller in the Mystery Department, and he is the most important weapon of the Department of Mysteries and even the whole of China.

The hexagram that most people discuss in recent years is the hexagram image of his son. It is calculated that Song Bai will not be able to practice magic arts before the age of 25, and whether he can practice after the age of 25 depends on God's will.

"So, you've joined the Department of Oddities, but you still don't know how to use spells?" Le Ning couldn't believe it. There are so many people in the Department of Oddities. Even if one person reads a move, he should have learned it in more than [-] years.

"Let's put it this way." Song Bai looked up at the sky, like a dried salted fish with no hope, "I have practiced my father's name of magic calculation every day for more than twenty years."

His father is such a powerful magician, but his son doesn't know anything about it. Seeing Song Bai's look of losing his dream, Le Ning thinks that he is also quite miserable.

"Then does your father have any other apprentices?"

"No." Song Bai was puzzled, "He didn't even teach my own son, how could he have other apprentices."

Song Bai seemed to have gotten used to this kind of life, and when he had enough of complaining, he looked around, looking for the fisherman's pocket, and was going to catch a fish and pack it.

Soon he found the net bag in the corner, carried the big net bag and went to the pool.

Le Ning looked at Song Bai like an idiot, and leaned against Wen Xingzhi, wondering in a strange low voice, "Mr. Wen, why don't you think Song Bai's father didn't teach Song Bai the art?"

Warlocks focus on spells first, and inheritance second. Breaking people's inheritance is a deeper hatred than killing parents.

He thought that Song Yun never taught his son's spells because there were other people who passed them on, but it turned out that there were no magicians like Song Yuncong who neither accepted apprentices nor passed on the mantle to their sons, which is really rare.

Wen Xingzhi turned the small teacup slowly, and after turning it for a long time, he sighed softly, "He must have his own ideas."

On Song Bai's side, he didn't regard himself as an outsider at all, he walked around the pool with a net bag on his shoulders, and quickly fished out a fish, packed it in an oxygen bag, and immediately hugged it.

"Look, I've chosen."

Le Ning looked at the fish he brought. In the transparent plastic oxygen bag, there was only one black catfish like a loach. He was a little surprised, "How did you catch this one?"

"I didn't catch it." Song Bai patted the oxygen bag, "It ran into the pocket by itself."

Song Bai said, recalling how the fish slowly swam into the net bag like a master fish, and the surrounding fish avoided three feet away, and he couldn't help being suspicious, "This fish has the most spiritual energy in the whole pond, and it won't become a spirit." right?"

Cheng Jing did not.

Le Ning took a sip of the fruit tea, it was true that he had turned into a dragon.

While speaking, a voice suddenly came from outside, "Is anyone there? Is Song Bai there?"

I went to the plant shop for advice and came to find Song Bai, probably a fan of the live broadcast room.

Le Ning walked out quickly, and sure enough, he saw a foolish, colorful young boy standing outside the store, looking here and there, touching, his eyes almost rolled to the sky.

Seeing him coming out, the boy chewed his gum and looked at him, "Are you the boss who sells a fish for 30 yuan?"

When the other party looked at him, Le Ning also roughly scanned the other party's face.

The eye sockets are sunken, the corners of the eyes are sharp and downward, the belly is narrow, the eyebrows are flat and unlucky, and the most jealous.

If it is said that Song Bai is a bear begging for a beating, then this person has serious and malicious intentions. It is definitely not a good idea for such a person to buy things.

Song Bai came out with the fish in his arms, and met the man. Seeing his appearance, he felt a little disgusted, "Are you a fan of my live broadcast room?"

"Who is your fan? I just bought fish, 30 pieces of fish." The man chewed gum, glanced at the catfish Song Bai was holding from Le Ning, "That's it?"

"Yes, that's it." Le Ning nodded. He originally wanted to catch another fish. There were quite a few beautiful fish in the pond. Seeing this person's appearance, he immediately stopped fishing.

"Hmph." The man snatched the oxygen bag, swiped the 30 card, and looked at Song Bai with a sneer, without looking at Le Ning.