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

Yu Beiming broke up with Sang Feiwan before because he felt that he was a big star, and someone like Sang Feiwan, who was simple and had no background, was not worthy of him.

But now, Sang Feiwan's popularity has obviously surpassed his, which means that they are almost neck and neck! If we can reunite, then...

Thinking of this, he was even a little excited.

So he thought about giving Sang Feiwan a reward for his live broadcast, as a way to show his goodwill, and at the same time, let the fans in the live broadcast room notice him.

He quickly charged up the money and was still debating whether to give away a 2000-yuan Cloud Whale Soaring or a 200-yuan sports car. Sang Feiwan on the screen smiled and waved to everyone:

“That’s the end of today’s live broadcast, good night everyone!”

Then it was downloaded.

Zhang Chengye: "...it's off the air now? I haven't even had time to send gifts!"

He avoided the camera and walked to the bathroom to call Sang Feiwan. Then he remembered that his phone and WeChat had been blocked by her long ago, and there was no way to contact him directly.

She is still angry with me!

Zhang Chengye sighed, with an ambiguous smile on his lips: It doesn't matter Wanwan, I will catch up with you again.

He found Sang Feiwan's Weibo, followed it and sent her a private message.

The content of the private message was a short composition, recalling the sweet romance in the past, hoping to revive Sang Feiwan's old love.

Then he waited for Sang Feiwan's reply.

But what he didn't know was that Sang Feiwan rarely logged into Weibo, and he didn't know how many unread private messages Sang Feiwan had accumulated.

As for Zhang Chengye’s short composition... I’m sorry, I can’t see it.

After Sang Feiwan finished the live broadcast, it was already past 12 o'clock in the evening. According to the regulations of the program team, the surveillance cameras can be turned off after 12 o'clock and will not be turned back on until 8 o'clock in the morning.

Sang Feiwan did not meditate immediately, because he was lost in thought. Feeling uneasy, she twirled her fingers and calculated, then frowned: "She really didn't listen to the advice!"

If it was an ordinary matter, Sang Feiwan wouldn't meddle in it. But it was about a young life, and she couldn't bear it.

But now, she is on the vast sea. If she wants to save the girl thousands of miles away, she must use spiritual power to form a formation and rely on the power of the formation to connect with her dream.

Although this is not difficult for Sang Feiwan, if someone interrupts him midway, improperly cutting off the involvement will have an impact on the person in the dream, and it will also have a certain backlash on Sang Feiwan.

"It seems we need to find someone to guard the door." Sang Feiwan's first thought was of Zhang Xuexue.

But when she walked out of the hatch, she happened to meet Yu Beiming.

When Yu Beiming saw her, he was slightly surprised. Then he smiled and asked, "I can't sleep, so I'm going to go to the splint to get some air. Do you want to come with me?"

He added: "They should all be asleep, no one will see them."

Sang Feiwan said, "What you said makes it sound like we have an affair."

Yu Beiming said: "It's just that people's words are scary. If you don't want to go, I'll leave first. Good night."

Sang Feiwan glanced at Zhang Xuexue's cabin door. The cracks in the door were dark, and she was indeed resting.

"Wait!" She called out to Yu Beiming, "Can you help me?"

Yu Beiming turned around and looked at her.

Sang Feiwan said bluntly: "I want to set up a sound transmission array to save people. You are also a member of Xuanmen, so you should know that no one can disturb you during this period. So..."

Before she could finish speaking, Yu Beiming said hurriedly: "I will stand guard at your door and will never let anyone disturb you."

Sang Feiwan stared at him suspiciously: "You didn't know that I was looking for a protector, so you waited for me here on purpose?"

"Have you discovered it?" Yu Beiming's face was full of nervousness, as if a young boy in Huaichun had been exposed to his thoughts. "I have no ill intentions. I just watched your live broadcast and guessed that you would not die without saving me. But I’m also afraid that if I take the initiative to get close to you, it will be too abrupt and make you unhappy.”

Although Sang Feiwan didn't quite understand why he kept showing his kindness, she just felt that he really didn't mean any harm.

"I'm sorry to bother you, but it will only take an hour at most."

After she finished speaking, she retreated into her room and closed the door.

Yu Beiming, on the other hand, stood obediently at the door of her cabin with a serious look on his face. Just looking at the door made him feel like he was guarding a national treasure.

Thousands of miles away, in a small city.

The young girl Qing Yan fell asleep again.

In the dream, smoke filled the air, and the surrounding scenery was also shrouded in haze.

She walked into a quaint courtyard house, and a steady drizzle fell from the patio of the courtyard.

After passing through the rain curtain, she walked across the wet bluestone and stepped into the hall, but her body was not wet at all.

It is indeed a dream!

She has been here countless times in the past six months, and every corner of the yard is familiar to her.

But tonight, perhaps due to Sang Feiwan's guidance, she was able to distinguish between fiction and reality even in dreams.

"Aluo, you're here, I've been waiting for you for a long time!" A gentle and smiling voice sounded, and a man wearing a Qing Dynasty gown and long braids walked out quickly.

He hugged her into his arms and whispered sweet words in her ears: "My Aluo, why are you here so late today?"

His embrace was as gentle as ever, and she couldn't help but indulge in it.

But soon, she came back to her senses and kept reminding herself: "It's a dream, it's all a dream!"

She pushed him away and asked, "Who are you?"

The man stared at her affectionately: "I am Wenxuan, your husband."

But suddenly, his expression changed, "Why aren't you wearing that dress? Didn't I tell you that I like the way you look in that dress? Why are you disobedient? Why don't you wear it?"

Perhaps his sudden change of expression broke his usual affectionate look, and also made Qing Yan recall many unreasonable details.

"Why do you call me Ah Luo every time? I used to think that was the nickname you gave me, but now I feel it's wrong. Who is Ah Luo?"

"Aluo, it's you."

The man's tone became gentle again. He stroked Qing Yan's face and said in a bewitching tone: "You are my A Luo, my beloved wife."

In the past, he used such a bewitching tone to confuse her mind.

At this moment, she realized something was wrong.

She hurriedly took a few steps back and asked loudly: "Wenxuan, considering our friendship for the past six months, would you please tell me the truth? I want to hear it with my own mouth, are you a human being or...or a dream spirit? You Who do you love?"

The face of the man whose true identity was revealed slowly sank, and a look of pain appeared in his dark eyes.

"Isn't it good to be with me? I'm so good to you, and I'll give you whatever you want. Why do you have to know the truth? Why do you doubt me?"

It was a whisper at first, but then it turned into a roar.

He shouted loudly: "Who do you love in your heart? Why don't you believe me? Why!"

Qing Yan had never seen him angry before. It was so terrifying that she fell to the ground in fright.