Shen Yan, the most cowardly descendant of a metaphysic family, is forced to live broadcast to exorcise evil spirits to make money.
On his first mission, he huddled in a corner and chanted the Golden Light Spell crazily, but the barrage was filled with screams: [Behind! That tough guy in red is so handsome!
In the second mission, his hands were shaking and he spilled half a bottle of black dog blood. The barrage frantically refreshed the screen: [Thank you boss for wiping away the blood. He looked so pampered! Does he have a crush on the anchor?
Shen Yan couldn't bear it anymore: "That's a hundred-year-old ghost! Old ghost! And can you separate your occasions for taking CP!"
Ghost King Xie Xuan appeared lazily and raised his chin with his fingertips: "They were right. But..."
"Rather than watching the live broadcast, I prefer to teach you in person, what is it called - true knowledge comes from actual combat."
Later, Shen Yan looked at the live broadcast room and his style was completely wrong:
[Reward ten rockets! Thank you, sir, for being the host again!
[I have moved here from the Civil Affairs Bureau, please get married in front of me immediately!
And the feared ghost king was slowly buttoning the first button of his exorcism robe for him.
"Concentrate, ma'am. It's time to tackle the next 'little thing'."
Shen Yan: "... Who is the one who hit the evil one?!
Intention: Love can break through all confusion and illusion