The real daughter calculates with her fingers, she will become rich after the divorce

A large group of people shouted and wanted to break into the Taoist temple.

People holding selfie sticks reflected the surrounding environment into the live broadcast room one by one.

The number of people online in the upper right corner is rising rapidly.

[Isn’t this where Meng Xingluan lived when he was a child? Why is it so shabby? Like a beggar's den! 】

[Let me tell you, where did she get the money? After offending her wealthy biological parents, she had to resort to some dirty tricks. 】

[Isn’t it normal for it to be like this when no one lives there for a long time? I advise you not to be too outrageous. 】

[Although, Meng Xingluan can make money now as an anchor. If he is poor, he is still poor before. 】

The live broadcast barrages started popping up quickly.

Several anchors were grinning from ear to ear.

A full 500 people.

Money! It’s all money! They have never seen so many people online in their lives!

"Brothers and sisters, start collecting gifts. I, the anchor, traveled through mountains and rivers to find this place. You don't know how remote this place is..."

The man with the slicked back hair was spitting and talking endlessly about how difficult it was for him to find this place.

The rich people in the live broadcast room are not stingy with this little money.

Ask Da Beitou to take a clearer picture of the person later.

"It's easy to talk about. This is the latest mobile phone I bought with a loan. The pixels are so good!"

A group of people broke into the temple.

The people who didn’t raise their phones were in the atmosphere group. Look left and right.

Song Nanzhu's face in the main hall turned red with anger.

"Senior sister, how can the Taoist temple allow them to come here randomly?"

Meng Xingluan's eyes were cold and thoughtful.

Her whereabouts are not particularly hidden, but this group of people can find her so accurately. If you say that there is no one behind her, who would believe it?

The day after the incident of teaming up to beat the old man was fermented, all her information was dug out.

No matter how fast the netizens are, they will never be this fast.

Meng Xingluan already had a doubtful candidate in mind.

She threw away the broom in her hand and appeared in someone else's live broadcast room.

[It’s Meng Xingluan! It turns out she is really here! 】

[Anchor, can you turn off your beauty? Such a beautiful woman has been transformed into a snake face by you! 】

[Meng Xingluan, have your family never taught you what it means to respect the elderly and love the young? He's so old, wouldn't your conscience hurt if you sent him to the hospital? 】

Countless words criticizing Meng Xingluan appeared in the live broadcast room.

Da Beitou's eyes lit up instantly.

The ‘God of Wealth’ is here!

"Hold up the gifts. We are all just people. I will use a rocket to help you ask questions in person."

Da Beitou is a new anchor on the Douwan platform.

He received an order from his superiors and came here to cause trouble for Meng Xingluan.

The woman looked around at everyone, then concentrated on the seal.

Everyone could only see the movement of her lips, but could not hear the sound, but when they saw those cold eyes, a feeling of fear instantly sprouted and took root in their hearts.

An invisible light shield shrouded the entire Bodhi Taoist Temple.

Someone started scratching.

"Are there mosquitoes? Why am I so itchy..."

"Hey, please scratch it for me, it's so itchy!"

The sound of chirping resounded over the Taoist temple.

Soon, someone screamed.

"Insect, insect, such a big insect!"

In their eyes, their companions were covered in slippery, disgusting insect bodies, and the itchy areas turned red. The visual impact reached its peak.

The coward had already screamed and ran out of the Taoist temple.

Cold sweat broke out on his head, and he watched helplessly as the people he brought with him ran towards the outside of the building in unison.

His pupils suddenly tightened, and the hand holding the selfie stick shook a few times.

Fear suddenly surged up from the bottom of my head.

Song Nanzhu snorted disdainfully.

"It's just a cover-up. You're so afraid. You deserve it! Let me see if you dare to come again!"

[What's going on? Why did those people run away? 】

[Anchor? Anchor, please say something. I gave you five rockets. Are you going to run away? 】

[I heard them shouting that there were insects, why didn’t I see them? Crazy? 】

The big-backed head trembled and asked: "You, you really didn't see the insect?"

[Anchor, you don’t suffer from hypochondria, do you? Where did the worm come from? If there are bugs, I will directly give you ten more rocket launchers! 】

Seeing these words, Da Beitou finally felt a little comforted.

He resisted the nausea rising in his stomach and raised his head stiffly.

"Meng Xingluan, you are a witch! What exactly did you do to us?"

Facing the man's question, Meng Xingluan smiled lightly.

"This is the Bodhi Taoist Temple. You have offended the gods. How can you say it was me? Do you have any evidence?"

Big Beitou's face was ashen.

There are still a few familiar friends left around him.

Under the temptation of money in the live broadcast room, one of the men with a flat head said bravely: "Stop pretending to be a god! God? I don't believe it! If there is a god, you should be the first to die! Are you still justified in beating an old man?" Bar?"

Several people stood in the same straight line, tall, short, fat and thin, each with their own characteristics.

They glared at Meng Xingluan and Song Nanzhu fiercely.

But because of the horrifying scene just now, they did not dare to step forward and could only hold up their mobile phones to take pictures of them.

Meng Xingluan's eyes were fixed on the crew-cut man.

The flat-headed man's back was soaked with cold sweat and he couldn't help but tremble.

"Aren't you ashamed?"

The crew-cut man was stunned, and a feeling of uneasiness suddenly surrounded his entire chest.

In the live broadcast room, millions of viewers saw Meng Xingluan chuckle a few times.

What he said next was shocking.

"You keep saying that I beat the old man, do you think you are righteous? Do you need me to help you recall it?"

The crew cut man's instinct told him not to let Meng Xingluan continue talking, but it was too late.

"Six months ago, you drove drunk and killed a 65-year-old sanitation worker. You hit and run without monitoring. The old man's family is still immersed in grief."

"Shut up! What nonsense are you talking about?! Do you believe I will tear your mouth apart?!"

The crew-cut man changed his righteous and awe-inspiring look, his facial features were distorted, and the evil in his eyes was already overflowing.

Netizens in his live broadcast room fell into silence.

Meng Xingluan said that Zundu is fake?

Did a crew cut man really hit and kill an old man?

Meng Xingluan: "Want to know how I know?"

The next words made the crew-cut man's legs weaken and he knelt down directly on the ground, his face pale and he was sweating coldly.

"The ghost on your back has been crying out for injustice, saying that it will make you pay with your life."

Except for Song Nanzhu, everyone else felt a chill on their backs and their expressions were as stiff as puppets.

Meng Xingluan...is everything true?

The flat-headed man felt like a thunderbolt, and the cold air continued to penetrate his body, making his whole body feel as heavy as lead.

Trembling, he reached for the fruit knife in his pocket.

Holding the handle of the knife, he felt as if he was in a daze, and there was a voice in his head that kept encouraging him.

"Kill her. If you kill her, no one will know that you killed someone...Kill her!"

At the critical moment, an orange shadow shot out quickly and bit the man's wrist.

With a heartbreaking scream, the orange cat was thrown away.

"Meow woo woo!"