Xingtie Live: The host can cosplay everything

In fact, as early as when Yang Yang got out of the taxi and moved things, he had already attracted the attention of many people.

In addition to the employees who come and go in front of the building, there are also many tourists who come to visit.

Most of them knew Sambo, but they didn't go up to inquire at the first time. People are obviously busy.

Looking at Sambo's actions, everyone basically guessed that Sambo was going to set up a stall, and they were all talking about it on the side.

It wasn't until Yang Yang began to shout that everyone was sure, but everyone didn't dare to go up for a while.

If it was another normal food, then they would have served it without hesitation, but it was bean juice, or random, God knows what was added to it.

After waiting for a long time, there were a group of onlookers, but no one came to buy it.

"Bean juice, Xianzhou's special bean juice, come and buy it..." Yang Yang was not discouraged, continued to shout hard, and swiped his mobile phone by the way.

"Then get me a drink." Finally, the first warrior appeared, walked to the stall, and carefully looked at the cup on the table.

"20 pieces, thank you shhh Teacher Wang? After taking his eyes off the phone, Yang Yang saw the face of the man in front of him.

This face, he is not too familiar, it is Zhongli coser Wang Yan who went out together in Xiamen not long ago, and he didn't expect that here, the two met again.

However, he is still Zhong Li today, and he is still holding Guan Hong in his right hand.

"You are..." Most of Wang Yan's fans usually call him Yanwang, and those who use Mr. Wang are usually other cosers or staff.

Carefully looking at the man in front of him who was squinting and smiling, Wang Yan didn't remember for a while which coser he knew.

Originally, the Sambo COS of Division B was already the most restored he had ever seen, but the coser in front of him was not only similar in appearance, but also the smooth and depressed voice was exactly the same as the Sambo in the game.

Wait, sound?

In Wang Yan's impression, there is only such a coser who can restore the voice, and the overall completion is super high.

"It's me, Yang Yang." Yang Yang whispered to Wang Yan.

"So it's you." Wang Yan almost guessed this layer, and said with a smile, "Why did you come over to set up a stall today?" "

Hit the simulated universe." Yang Yang recalled the strange ways to die in the simulation universe, as well as the small bosses that had been enhanced at an epic level.

The ape god who can roar the lion, the shadow of the guardian who counterattacks the damage to all, the silver-maned lieutenant who will not lift the counterattack if he does not kill the younger brothers, and the brother Jie who smashes the whole team in a second....

Not only has it been strengthened numerically, but the mechanism has also become more powerful.

"The meat pigeon game mode is expensive in the long stream." Wang Yan looked very open and began to comfort Yang Yang. "There's no need to rush for a while."

"So have you tortured hard?"

"Passed."

"I finally know why you are so calm, it turns out that you have solved the big problem in your heart." Yang Yang was a little impressed.

It's morning, Wang Yan is generally yesterday, and when the simulated universe comes out that day, it has already passed, and it is definitely a first-tier player.

"Oh, twenty." Wang Yan scanned the collection code that Yang Yang placed on the table with his mobile phone. Then take a random cup and plug in a straw.

"Oh, Lord Emperor actually came out with money, it's really rare." Yang Yang teased.

"There is no way, Gongzi and the hall master are not there, so they have to fend for themselves." Wang Yan shook his head and took a small sip.

"Hmm..." Wang Yan grabbed the gun, closed his eyes, and began to savor it.

Yang Yang and the surrounding melon-eating masses were waiting for Wang Yan's next reaction with some expectation, but after a full minute, Wang Yan still maintained that posture.

"The emperor is assassinated, block the entire scene!" Already some people have begun to stir.

"Hey, Teacher Wang!" Yang Yang sensed that something was wrong, and hurriedly grabbed his shoulder and shook it vigorously.

"Teacher Yang, what just happened?" Wang Yan opened his eyes and looked at Yang Yang with a confused expression.

Yang Yang: ... You just drank bean juice, that's it.

"Yes, bean juice." Wang Yan finally reacted, "In terms of general rationality, if this is random bean juice, then luck is really not good.

"In addition to the sour taste of beans, this cup of bean juice is more of an extremely strong fishy smell, like marinating marine fish in vinegar after exposure to the sun, sour and fishy."

"Although this cup of bean juice is not very suitable for my personal appetite, if you look at the technical level, it is undoubtedly a boutique and a delicacy that cannot be missed."

After commenting, Wang Yan drank the cup of bean juice at a very fast speed and calmly, and shook the cup towards everyone.

"This cup..." As soon as he was about to speak, Wang Yan's face began to contort, but he still forcibly continued to speak.

"Bean juice... yue... The taste is peculiar, back... yue... The taste is endless, belonging to... yue... A rare occasion... yue... Fine... Advance everyone... yue... All to taste... yue... Taste..." Everyone

present looked at Wang Yan, who was disgusted and commenting at the same time, and couldn't help but admire it, and Yang Yang was even more moved.

Advertising him so hard, he had to pay out of his own pocket and send him a few more cups.

"Teacher Wang." Yang Yang picked up a small bag, filled two cups and handed it to Wang Yan, who was still trying to comment, "As the first diner, and I Sang Bo have always cared for my friends.

"So these two cups are even if I invite you out of my own pocket, don't shirk~"

Wang Yan originally wanted to refuse, but thought about it. He came to shoot a promotional video of Mi Yu today, and there are a few cosers in it, this rare delicacy must be tasted by them.

"In this way, then Wang Mou thanked Boss Sambo."

After receiving two cups of bean juice, Wang Yan walked towards the Mi Fu building, he was already a little eager to see the expressions of others drinking this thing.

After Wang Yan left, the next customer was obviously an employee of Mi Yu, and looking at the high hairline, it must be an experienced programmer.

"Boss, bring me a drink."

As a native of the capital, I used to drink bean juice a lot, but since I came to work in the magic capital, I can't drink authentic food anymore.

This time, he happened to meet someone who was setting out a stall downstairs, and he became interested for a moment and wanted to try it.

"Huh, please." Yang Yang asked him to pick a glass of bean juice.

I thought that I would see the pain mask again, but I didn't expect that the programmer looked intoxicated and extended his thumb, "Boss, authentic, quite authentic, although it seems to be mixed with a little soda, but basically the same taste." "

Hehe, if you like it~"