Transmigrating: I Married the Male Protagonist’s Uncle

The crew of the show left eight to take pictures, along with director Mo Ning and deputy director Lin Ci.

After that, six large vans, with shooting equipment and supplies, left the dust, leaving only eight gods, worried.

Waited for two full hours, just basking in the sun.

The mountain road is full of dry soil, and there is a demon wind from time to time, and I drink a throat of dust.

Everyone is not very familiar. If you can't play, you just stand together and talk. If you can see a fellow driving by, or a tractor, let them go!

quickly.

A few people are all ashamed.

Ling Sheng couldn't stand it anymore, so he put the gourd on the ground, muttering words in his mouth, and cast a spell on the gourd: "Large, big!"

Hulu did not respond.

The others laughed out loud, it was funny!

Ling Sheng changed his gestures again, and then chanted the spell: "Fly, fly, fly, you are, useless things, I want this magic weapon to be useful!"

Mourning glanced at each other with Lin Ci, expressing satisfaction: This girl has a good sense of variety!

Cheng also couldn't stand it anymore, and pestered the program team Tang Seng chanting like crazy: "Where is my donkey, what about the donkey, did you grab my donkey and eat it? My little black black is so miserable, how can you Then do it."

Mourning shook his head: Hey, another crazy one, drag away! This little funny, still black, when did you name the donkey?

Three hours.

Finally saw the light.

On the opposite road, a car drove up, the kind of old scooter with front and back seats, looked quite old, and there were advertisements on the front window of the car.

Wholesale and retail pure Yushan soil honey, royal jelly, wholesale telephone: 1***8****96.

Ling Sheng was the first to rush out to stop the car in excitement, not forgetting his role at the moment, limping on one leg, he was very dedicated.

but.

Cheng Ye and Jiang Yi were faster than her, swished out and stopped the car.

The car stopped, and there was a man sitting inside, wearing a beekeeper's clothes, his face was covered with a beekeeper hat.

"Uncle, can you give us a ride?" Jiang Yi asked politely.

Ling Sheng was behind and couldn't help but laugh, the uncle of the god, the person sitting in the scooter, but the famous third master Yan Luojun!

"You!" Jun Shiyan stretched out his hand and pointed at Ling Sheng. His voice was specifically lowered, a bit less magnetic and a bit more hoarse: "Come up."

Ling Sheng pointed to his nose, his big eyes flickering, and he made no secret of surprise: "Am I?"

Jun Shiyan nodded: "Yeah."

"Uncle, we stopped the car first." Cheng also cried sadly.

Variety shows, if there is comity, it will be unsightly and lose the fun of variety shows. At the beginning of the show, the director said that they have their own skills!

"Is there something wrong with your leg?" Jun Shiyan glanced at him.

Cheng also listened to what he said, and he seemed to make a lot of sense. He was courteous to the disabled!

A few people watched Ling Sheng proudly riding in the old man's scooter driven by his uncle, waved goodbye to them, and went farther and farther. They could only hold their hands and watch tears.

"Uncle." Ling Sheng lay on the car window, poked his shoulder with his index finger, smiled crookedly: "Are you beekeeping now? Is your honey delicious? Is it pure? No adulteration, right? !"

The car was too small for the camera director to follow, so she gave her a camera and asked her to take pictures on the road. There shouldn't be any hot spots anyway.

"Yeah." Jun Shiyan's voice is low and cheerful: "Little girl, are you going to my house? I have a lot of honey in my house, and all the honey in the mountains is yours."