Spear Teacher

At this moment, all the staff members on the scene held their breath.

From behind the curtain, a man wearing a puffy dress, a white gauze lace hat, and yellow curly hair walked out slowly...

A man.

Yes, a man.

Although Fang Xubai has a delicate appearance, he is not a man with a girlish look. Although he is fully armed and does not look hot at this time, there is still an indescribable sense of weirdness.

The audience was also impressed by his selfless and dedicated spirit, and they laughed at him, no, praised him:

[Excuse me, who is this beautiful woman...]

[Bai Bai: I have sacrificed too much for this show. ]

[Bai Bai, if you are threatened by Mr. Qi, just blink. ]

[Brother, it's just a job, there is no need to fight for the rest of your life. ]

If it were normal, Fang Xubai would certainly rather die than surrender, but he really couldn't stand Brother Qi giving too much.

One-week ordering rights, no limit on cuisine...

This has an almost fatal attraction for a man who can fry eggs into chemical weapons.

"Stop laughing, hurry up!"

He was still wearing his own shoes, lowered his head to cover his face and took small steps, regardless of anything, he was about to drag Qi Yu, who was watching the fun, into the studio.

But at the same time, something happened that caught everyone off guard.

"Wow!"

A loud, high-pitched, full-bodied but incongruous Peking Opera singing sounded in the dressing room.

This sound directly shocked everyone on the spot, even Fang Xubai forgot to cover his face with his hands, and everyone's eyes were all focused on the curtain of the dressing room.

Qi Yu frowned and said, "What are you yelling about? You scared me."

But he heard Jiang Qiyu's voice from inside:

"Family, are you ready to enjoy the outfits that are popular with both men and women in our group?"

The barrage naturally heard her voice, and the focus gradually shifted from the loli Fang Xubai:

[Teacher Changmao is quiet, so she is definitely making trouble. ]

[The one in front, take some drugs to reduce the pressure and regulate your mood! ]

[I also think she is not holding back anything good, why am I a little bit looking forward to it? ]

[Expectation +1]

Hearing her say this, Qi Yu and Fang Xubai were not in a hurry to go in, and simply stood aside waiting to see the outfits that she mentioned that were popular with both men and women.

Jiang Qiyu didn't hesitate, and raised her hand and opened the curtain after she finished speaking!

"......"

In an instant, the whole audience was silent, and the barrage screen was blank.

She was wearing a bright red headscarf, a bright red ribbon around her waist, and a simple red top and black bottom dress. It was definitely not pretty, and one could barely tell it was an ancient costume.

But if it were just these, it would not be enough to shock the audience.

The most shocking thing was that she held something in each of her left and right hands.

"This..." Fang Xubai tried to find his voice again, and tremblingly stretched out his lace-gloved finger to point at her:

"What is this?"

"Oh, this."

Jiang Qiyu looked down at the antique wine pot in his left hand and the ghost-head knife half a person's height in his right hand, grinning with eight teeth showing a heartless smile:

"This is the finishing touch of this outfit that kills both men and women, even if it is... a fashion item."

[Family, I thought she would do something to make things happen, but I didn't expect her to do it to death directly...]

[Kill both men and women... just like that? ]

[In a sense, she did kill both men and women. 】

【Except for a 6, I can't say anything else. 】

【Why didn't Jiang Ling come out? Are these two a double kill? 】

After introducing her fashion items, Jiang Qiyu turned around.

Seeing that her partner was still hesitating behind the curtain and refused to show up, she immediately hung the wine bottle on her waist and pulled the person out.

"!!!"

Thought that her tolerance had reached its limit, the staff present were still shocked for the second time.

Jiang Ling's outfit was not as ostentatious as Jiang Qiyu's, but very simple.

But... a little too simple.

She appeared in a pale undergarment, with her long hair almost covering half of her face.

And the two most unique fashion items.

It was a huge "prisoner" circled on her chest, and a long strip of props taped on the back.

Based on this outfit, it is not difficult to guess that this is the death card used by prisoners on the execution ground.

【Details, too many details. 】

【I would like to call today's costume change mission contemporary performance art. 】

【Again, Jiang Qiyu is not here to parachute, but to carry out an airstrike! Everyone, please note that this is not a drill! 】

【Thank you for the invitation. I am so immersed in it that I have already put myself in the shoes of an ordinary citizen watching the execution at Caishikou.】

Jiang Ling, who was suddenly pulled out, looked even more embarrassed than Fang Xubai just now. She tried to cover her face with her hair and hide behind Jiang Qiyu, and kept scolding her in her heart.

In fact, an hour ago, Jiang Qiyu didn't know what props to tinker with as soon as she entered, so she chose two relatively gorgeous Tang-style chest-length skirts from dozens of Hanfu.

She kept a pink set for herself, and secretly cut the blue strap with scissors until only half a centimeter was left.

For this kind of Hanfu, as long as the strap breaks, the whole piece will fall off. When her cousin makes a fool of herself in front of the live camera, she will definitely cry and leave the show, and she won't have to worry about her saying something she shouldn't say.

But who knew that plans could not keep up with changes. Just as she finished, Jiang Qiyu rushed out from the prop room with a steel knife, and forced herself to change into this "prison uniform" with a sinister smile...

Feeling the strange eyes from all directions, Jiang Ling felt that the clothes on her body were particularly burning.

She hated it...

Fang Xubai, who was standing by, covered her mouth with her hand when she saw this. She looked charming and charming with her outfit:

"Is this what you said..."

He looked at them in shock: "Kill both men and women? This is too..."

"Hey (↗)"

Jiang Qiyu raised her hand to interrupt him, shook her head and said seriously:

"Put aside everything else, just tell me if you can kill him."

"Can...right?"

Seeing his face full of doubt, Jiang Qiyu took off the wine jug hanging on her waist, and then raised her head without saying a word--

"Ton ton ton..."

She drank a big mouthful of the water she had poured in, puffed up her cheeks and signaled everyone with her eyes to watch her performance.

Then she raised the ghost-head knife in her right hand, and sank her qi into her dantian--

"Puff--"

The fine water vapor not only sprayed on the knife, but also caused the people who were hiding behind her to suffer.

"Ah!"

Jiang Ling, who was sprayed in the face, immediately jumped out from behind her, unable to hide the anger in her eyes and pointed at Jiang Qiyu and was about to attack:

"You are really..."

"Cousin, don't be angry."

Jiang Qiyu wiped her mouth with a smile, showing a standard expression of asking for a beating:

"I did it on purpose."

"You!"

"I just want to spray you, my friend."

"..."

Jiang Ling couldn't catch her breath, her face flushed, and she shook her hands fiercely and walked towards the studio angrily.

She really didn't want to follow her and embarrass herself anymore.

"Sister, wait for me, cousin! Friend!"

As soon as the person left, Jiang Qiyu hurriedly followed with a knife.

A prisoner was walking in a hurry in front, and an executioner was chasing him with a knife in his hand.

This scene was really indescribably horrifying.

When the two passed by Qi Yu and Fang Xubai, Jiang Qiyu took the time to say hello:

"How am I, am I cute?"

"You're ridiculous."

Qi Yu glanced at her coldly, unable to hide the smile on his lips.

"......"

Jiang Qiyu stopped and frowned slightly, pretending to be pretentious: "Brother, how can you attack someone's taste?"

Qi Yu's smile deepened, and his tone slowed down:

"It's not that I want to attack your taste, it's your taste that attacks me first."