After browsing dozens of Weibo posts, Mu Huan judged that this blogger called "Nian Nian Good Luck Comes" is a commemoration!

Stationery, notes, and photos of homework were enough for Mu Hua to recognize her.

Memorial Xi has only tens of thousands of followers on Weibo, but her followers are very sticky, and basically every Weibo post has thousands of comments.

Mu Huan returned to her Weibo, and seemed to have more than 100,000 followers, but each Weibo comment was only a few dozen, and the most was the one she shared with the popular dance video from a short video software, which was hundreds.

Only she herself knows how much moisture there is in this data.

Mu Hua couldn't figure out why Memorial Xi could be so popular with a few notes!

She switched to the small account and left a message under Memorial Xi’s latest Weibo.

——[Hahaha, I’ll be so funny, I’ll call myself a blogger by taking some fancy notes? Also, I always show off whether my stationery is disgusting or not, and I also use foreign brands. It’s obvious that I admire foreign countries! I just checked it and it costs more than ten yuan for a pen. So why don’t you don’t donate money to the poor!]

The sarcastic sarcasm was sour, and Mu Huan tried hard to send the comments out.

She was about to quit the trumpet, but received several replies.

——[Don't you know that you died early in the morning?]

——[Where do monsters and monsters come from? Don’t pollute our nunzi’s Weibo!]

——[What brand of stationery is their freedom if others like to use? Do you have a lemon planter?]

——【My head is laughing, my god’s notes are fancy? I can’t understand the real things, I’m afraid I’m a primary school student.】

——【I looked at your Weibo, what about the mobile phones from foreign brands used on the client display? How can I buy a mobile phone with money? It should be donated to the poor!】

...

Mu Huan never expected that a comment would poke a hornet's nest, attracting so many netizens' replies.

Moreover, Ji Mixi's fans have strong combat power, without any dirty words, but they have nothing to say to Mu Hua!

Mu Huan was so angry that he kicked the stone on the roadside, and looked at Ji Nianxi with a deeper jealousy.

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As noon approached, everyone climbed to the top of the mountain one after another.

Standing on the viewing platform and looking into the distance, you can enjoy the scenery of spring mountains in your eyes, full of fulfillment.

There is a temple on the top of the mountain, which worships many gods and Buddhas. Most tourists just put their hands together and worship them. But when they arrive at the Temple of Wealth, they are different. They kneel down and kowtow, which is extremely pious.

The incense is lingering, and the world is full of life.

Ji Mixi did not join in the fun, but went around the surroundings.

Lu Xingye was following her, and the distance was not far or near, just right.

Walking to a secluded courtyard, a conversation between passers-by was vaguely heard.

"Fox Fairy Temple? Is this in charge of marriage?"

"This fox fairy has a wide business and cares about everything. But if you want a marriage, you should go to the Yue Lao Temple in front of you."

"Yes, do you have a specialized in your profession?"

“…”

Memorial Xi walked in curiously.

In the center is the statue of the fox fairy, which looks like a delicate woman with a fairy spirit.

The sound of the game came from the hall. Looking at Xixi, it was the little Taoist priest in the hall playing games.

Looking at Ji Nianxi, the little Taoist priest hurriedly put away his cell phone. He first looked at her, then at Lu Xingye, and suddenly smiled and said, "Donor, do you want to shake a sign?"

Ji Mixi nodded, shook her head, picked it up, and took it to him to unveil it.
Chapter completed!