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

Ha ha ha ha!

Given one sentence, many viewers laughed crazy.

I can't stop even if I want to stop.

You can't pinch yourself, otherwise the contest will laugh too presumptuously, but I really can't help it.

Luan Yunping took advantage of the scene and said: "Now the audience can laugh at you."

"They are jealous!"

"My colleagues in the industry can poke your backbone."

"Let them die!"

Wang Hepeng doesn't want to face at all, as long as he can have money, he still cares about it.

The last sound deliberately made a broken sound.

The audience blew up.

"Oh!"

"good!"

Chuck Chuck Chuck Chuck Chuck Chuck!

The applause continued.

Looking at Wang Hepeng on the stage, the action of wearing filial robes for the sake of money is not fast.

The serious eyes and movement details are hilarious just by looking at it.

There is a white filial piety hat on his head.

Dai Zheng

As soon as the filial service was worn, the white of the white suit covered the original blue gown, and a linen was approved outside.

At the same time a white belt is tied.

A good image of wearing hemp and filial piety has completely attracted the audience's attention.

"Okay! Now that you have agreed to go out, then we have to rehearse on the spot, otherwise something will go wrong at that time."

"Okay! As long as those one hundred beauties are mine, it's easy to say."

As the show progressed further, Wang Hepeng became more and more noticeable, and his eyes followed wherever he walked.

"You will be a little bit after the war, remember, this scene is not the scene of the game, but the mourning hall of Uncle Dibai. These audiences are not spectators anymore, but the uncle's friends during his lifetime.

So next is the portrait of my uncle. "

"Yo, did you bring it?"

"Isn't it?" Luan Yunping immediately took out a black and white picture frame from behind the table, square, with long and wide forearms.

Will be placed in the middle of the cross talk table.

And the photo in the frame, it was Guo Degang dressed up with a headscarf Dibai, black and white, with a smile on his face.

When Wang Hepeng saw Guo Degang's black-and-white photo with a probe, he touched his eyes with his sleeve and couldn't help but choke a few times.

"I don't know why, I want to cry when I see this photo."

"Isn't it? If you don't say that you are the Master's favorite disciple, you are the son if you put it bluntly!"

Hahahahaha!

See this.

The audience did not respond that it was all fake.

This courage is too terrifying, it is impossible to eat Xiongxin Leopard Courage.

The sensation was not small.

Emotions are high.

"Why don't you say that you have the patience! I am training you, just like your Master died, and then you go to Dai Xiao."

Luan Yunping took out the photo and was busy near the table.

Wang Hepeng patted Luan Yunping on the shoulder, with a very clear look, "I understand! I understand! Don't worry, we say that cross talk is not wanting face, but it's not human.

As long as you give money, it will be no different from my Master's death. "

"Right!" Suddenly Luan Yunping remembered something again, "Can there be another streamer? Just a long stick. You stand in front of you and walk away."

"I have to add money to this, this is my pro Master."

The audience burst into laughter.

Smashing is too bastard, but it happens to be liked by many people.

"It's really not an artist, so I'm in the play. Later you will go down first, and when I call for a filial son, you will come up, and then you will cry lifelessly when I call for a filial son.

If it is OK, we will run to Dibai immediately. "

"Okay! I'll go down here."

Wang Hepeng walked around, wearing a filial robe and stood beside the curtain.

Luan Yunping was still standing on the stage, and within a few seconds, her voice was excited and loud: Bring a filial son!

Bring a filial son.

Three words come out.

Behind the curtain, Wang Hepeng was dressed in a filial robe, his shoulders resisted.

Money and silver were hanging on the banner behind him. In the eyes of the audience, it was vaguely written that the Lotus flower was blooming, and the West attracted something.

The line is true!

The scene shines again, and the funeral scene is alive and well.

The whole cross talk reached a complete climax point.

Luan Yunping is also a Peng Bai in his heart. He looks at Wang Hepeng, and he is facing the audience, but he can hear the voice and it can definitely shake the sky.

The applause was booming.

See Wang Hepeng come out.

His throat brightened again.

"Don't worry about a filial son!"

The last four words exploded, and the live barrage of the entire cross talk contest on the other side was completely crazy.

All the densely packed are the four characters of filial son and shao 恸.

The entire screen was covered in a few seconds, and the number of people was quite scary.

And behind the scenes of a certain station, it was also completely blinded.

Whether it is online live broadcast or TV broadcast ratings, all have reached an incredible level.

The cold sweat that keeps touching his forehead is not like this in previous games.

But they also know some reasons.

Dare to be so ironic, especially in front of a group of senior folks who are targeting De Yun, Wang Hepeng is definitely the first person among De Yun.

It is also the least afraid of death.

In addition to the degree of expression and plot of the show, this moment came.

The point is that this is not the final.

At the same time, it is even more exciting, what will happen to him in the final.

After all, this show is so good.

The venue and mood are all mentioned.

After filial piety, Wang Hepeng and Luan Yunping finally got a tail, which can be regarded as the whole show.

He gave it a thorough dish, and then stepped down and bowed.

But everyone can't forget the scene of Wang Hepeng's performance for a long time. The performance was so good and vivid.

There is also an own concept.

After reading it, it is something that can be recalled.

If it were not for the restrictions of the cross talk contest, the audience below would all want to stand up with their thighs patted.

Take a long breath.

Wang Hepeng came backstage amidst applause.

He could hear the voice of the audience, but he could not hear too much, and was mostly obscured by the sound of his own system.

Decisively silence the system.

But obviously, this match brought him a lot of emotions.

It's almost time to draw another lottery. .

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