As they fooled around, the barrage of comments exploded like dumplings boiling in a pot.
All kinds of gifts instantly flooded the entire screen.
This lively atmosphere was even more intense than the New Year.
Ning An looked at the comments, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up.
Could this be another kind of victory for a dirty old man?
"Is Daoist Ning at home?"
At this moment, a female voice came from the entrance of Changchun Temple.
Upon hearing this voice, the viewers in the livestream began to tease.
"If I remember correctly, the last one who came this early to make a wish was the Golden Retriever eating half a meal, and the British Shorthair whose water dispenser was leaking but was considered to be possessed, right?"
"Hehe, can't be something strange like wishing for pets again this time, can it?"
"Brother Sect Leader, take my advice, it's still not too late to switch careers and become a vet!"
