Crosstalk: Set Rules On Stage, Set New Graves Below Stage

Applause fell for a few seconds.

Wang Hepeng decisively snatched a piece of filial piety. To him, this piece of clothing is gold, and it can't be broken.

However, Luan Yunping looked at her brows still not right.

"Since the filial robes are all worn, why not wear a filial hat too?"

"No way! This thing definitely won't work."

Wang Hepeng, who had just taken his filial robes, suddenly put them down again, protecting his head, "A man valued his head most. You can't wear a filial hat."

"If you are too vegetarian, you can add six red pompoms."

"Six?" In an instant, Wang Hepeng stopped Luan Yunping, and at this moment, the audience and even the entire audience watching the live broadcast seemed to hold back a bit of laughter.

Thought they understood the meaning.

All slowly listened to Wang Hepeng's words.

"Good fellow, the younger generation with a filial piety hat is a son. One red pompon is a grandson, two balls are great-grandchildren, three are grandchildren, four drooping grandchildren, five or six... It's no generation.

I'm not as good as my grandson. "

Hahahahaha!

One word is given.

Those who had been holding back their smiles were released in an instant.

The six red pompoms are not only inferior to the grandson, but the grandson to the grandson is inferior.

"That's amazing! Seriously, on this stage, no one dares to think that Wang Hepeng dares to say so."

"Continuous irony! This is true in the first game, and the second is also true, especially in the first game, where Guo Degang was scolded everywhere. Seriously, Wang Hepeng, this apprentice, is really not for nothing, and I feel relieved to look at it.

The stage desperately said Master, but they all knew their intentions, really dare to stand in the air and help their Master block.

I don't know why, but I'm a little bit tearful. "

"A talented person. I listen to Wang Hepeng's cross talk every time. I am also a cross talk actor myself. I have been in a lot of scenes. Anyway, I have surpassed Wang Hepeng.

But I can see that Wang Hepeng played too rhythmically in these two shows.

It's not comparable to me at all.

My Master once told me that satirical cross talk is the hardest.

he made it. "

"I really want to see Lao Guo's expression now, is it a smile or something? There is such a good apprentice...!"

This game is completely live broadcast, and many people watch it online.

When a few came out, there was a barrage on the entire live video.

No place is empty.

Among the judges, only Hou Yaowen and Shi Fukuan applauded.

Beside them, there are several elderly people who have status in the Quyi troupe.

None of them are moving.

"Okay, don't talk about it! Just go with this matter yourself, don't talk about how much you pay, let's go. Getout!"

After filial piety on the table, Wang Hepeng said that he would not touch the thing at all.

Luan Yunping quit in an instant, "Isn't that okay?"

"What are you talking about? Why don't you wear these things."

"The key is that you look like."

"Am I like a son? Thank you, you gave me a senior. If you know that my Master is still alive, I will wear filial piety to other old men. Is this fair?"

Hahahahaha!

Laughter filled the whole scene, and a cross talk gradually became better, and now all the highlights are in Wang Hepeng's reaction.

Luan Yunping spread her hands, looked at the people below, and said helplessly, "This is no way, but it's a pity that the old man's family business.

Except for gold of course! Oil field, real estate!

The most unfortunate thing is that there are a hundred maids in front of the uncle. "

"Cut, what's the matter? Don't talk to me." Wang Hepeng looked down, carrying his hands on his back, not looking at Luan Yunping.

Luan Yunping continued to speak, explaining to the audience one by one.

"This one hundred maids is nothing. The top 100 Miss beauty pageants in the world, the shortest one is 1.80 meters and the highest one is 1.96 meters.

Those measurements, you can't even think of them in your dreams, all of them are more models than models.

Uncle said it before his death.

As long as he Wang Hepeng can attend this funeral, these hundred beauties can be picked at will, marry one as a daughter-in-law, and the remaining ninety-nine will accompany him to the South Pacific, to a small island... to enjoy endless glory. Rich!

I don't know what's wrong now, come and talk to me?

Co-author I let Wang Hepeng go? I still have to suffer from this scream, it really can't work, I let Guo Qiling go, whoever will go or not. "

Shaking her head, Luan Yunping was about to leave with her filial robe.

With a cry, a figure rushed over.

Stubbornly grasping the filial robes on his hands.

And who else could this person be, it was Wang Hepeng, who was full of energy.

"Aren't you not going? I asked Teacher Guo's son to go."

"No! He is still a child, how could he be able to bear it. Just go, I don't have a girlfriend yet, do I know if I am anxious?"

In this scene, the audience laughed so hard.

The image of a big filial son and a rogue is completely lost in the performance of what it looks like.

"No!" Luan Yunping looked at Wang Hepeng again.

"You can't help but go, your Master is okay. You will be a teacher for a day and a father for life. You are the son of the Master. How can you give back to others as a son? Be a grandson?"

Where did Wang Hepeng take care of these things, and roared, "That's all things outside of the body!".

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