Dress up and fight!

Jiang Wenyao was calm. Although there were less than [-] people left in the live broadcast room, she was able to calm down and complete the immersive skin care that she wanted to show the audience.

On the other hand, Lin Anan didn't have such a good attitude.

Lin Anan stopped her yoga poses, came out angrily, took the phone from the assistant, and wanted to see what netizens thought of her.

Knowing that Lin An'an was in a bad mood, the photographer didn't chase after him.

This is a gold-plated porcelain doll sent by the benefactor, so they will not take the initiative to provoke it.

Unless the porcelain doll was smashed before the gilding was successful.

The photographer and the lighting engineer exchanged glances. Under the circumstances, it might be almost here.

Lin Yaya originally planned to take advantage of the exercise time to show off her good figure.

But I didn't expect that there were only dozens of people left in the live broadcast room.

And these dozens of people are old fans.

At this moment, a series of inquiries appeared on the barrage.
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"Where did the anchor go, and when did he take off?"
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"I've been waiting for a day, and I'm going to sleep if you don't take it off."
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"You should take it off quickly, I can't control my toilet paper anymore."
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"Isn't it about practicing yoga? Why is it so tightly packed? Look at how the neighbors are practicing."

The next door this person was talking about was actually a female anchor who frantically played around with yoga.

Lin Anan shook her hands, her chest heaved violently, and suddenly threw the assistant's cell phone heavily on the ground.

Bitches, all are bitches.

Damn Gu Ting, I knew I shouldn't have saved her and let her die on the beach!

After the phone fell to the ground, the screen was instantly smashed to pieces.

The assistant looked at Lin An'an angrily and dared not speak: This crazy woman must be sick, she really thinks of herself as her wrist.

After the Feijian appeared, although the netizens were jubilant, the professors of the research institute were silent.

What they believe in is science, not theology.

This so-called flying sword has exceeded their ability to accept.

If they had sworn that Gu Ting was a scientist before, now they have to wonder whether what is happening now is all a gimmick made by the program group.

The sword has neither electric drives nor mechanical bearing gears.

How could it be possible to directly transform from a thin broom into a long sword.

The molecular structures of these two things are completely different, how could they be confused.

But if it is their visual error, it doesn't look like it.

Because Yu Fengyu really flew!

It seems that what the staff said makes sense, Gu Ting may be more dangerous than they imagined.

While the two professors were in a daze, Yu Fengyu had successfully landed at Jin Qing's feet.

Due to the flying sword's speed, Yu Fengyu's clothes were a little messy, and even his sparse hair exploded.

But his spirit was very good. He raised his head and looked at Jin Qing excitedly: "Can, can we do it again."

Wia has been hanging for so many years, this is his first real flying.

Accompanied by the surrounding clouds, Yu Fengyu felt that his state of mind was completely different.

When he first flew into the sky, for a moment, he almost fell due to loss of strength.

Who would have thought that just as he was about to let go, the hilt of the sword actually grabbed him.

This is not an illusion, but that the hilt of the sword is firmly stuck to his hand as if it were alive, dragging his body, flying up and down according to his mind.

After landing on the ground, the sword hilt that was originally stuck to his hand fell off in an instant.

Yu Fengyu rubbed the hilt of the sword subconsciously: This feeling is really good, as if the troubles and anguish in the world have completely disappeared, and since then I have been with the sword, holding the sword to the end of the world, and the world is my home.

One sword in this life is enough!
He wished he could try again if possible.

This time he can perform better.

Looking at Yu Fengyu, whose body was lying on the ground, but whose head was stretched towards him.

Jin Qing grinned: "Whatever you want, just remember to charge it once a month, pay first and then recharge, no credit."

The sword is a toy to make Yu Fengyu happy, but she has to pay for her spiritual power.

Yu Fengyu got up excitedly, stepped on the sword with both feet, and pointed forward: "Take off!"

In the next second, Feijian took Yu Fengyu slowly into the air and then flew away.

The barrage started again.
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"What is speeding? This is the real speeding. Those so-called sports cars are simply weak."
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"I beg the father of the program team to look at me, I actually look much better than Gu Ting."
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"This is absolutely impossible to come up with by the program team. Sister Gu Tinggu, do you need someone to warm the bed? I am 196 tall, and my whole body is scaled up."
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"Sister Gu, look at me. I'm sweet and salty. I can do everything. The kind who can kneel and lick twenty-four hours a day."

All kinds of gossip appeared frequently in the barrage, and even the occasional "Gu Zhu" were quickly wiped out.

At this moment, the word Gu Ting has become a kind of expectation for Xiuxian.

Seeing Yu Fengyu fly away again, the director quickly signaled the cameraman to cut off the live broadcast.

They are going to redefine Gu Ting's identity!
The screen suddenly went black in the live broadcast room, and the audience screamed and screamed, and some even threw their phones to the ground angrily.

Seeing the most exciting part, the program crew actually pinched it.

This is completely out of character!
Elder Zheng and Elder Liu looked at each other for a long time, and in the end it was Elder Liu who spoke first: "I want to go and see for myself."

Mr. Zheng shook his head lightly: "Wait a little longer!"

He still felt wrong.

Mr. Liu fell silent: He didn't know what was wrong, but he really couldn't help it!

The director approached Jin Qing with a flattering face: "Xiao Gu, have you been on the island for so long, is there anything you're not used to?"

It doesn't matter whether you are used to it or not, the key is to be able to strike up a conversation.

He can't just call him Dad as soon as he comes up!
Jin Qing couldn't talk after that, so she said to herself: "Tell me if you need anything, this program group is your home."

Very good, Gu Ting's expression has not changed, which means that the other party agrees with her statement, which makes it easier to communicate.

But is it his illusion, Gu Ting's brain seems to be a bit crooked than before.
Just as she was thinking, she heard Jin Qing say bluntly, "Money."

The director continued to say: "It doesn't matter, if there is anything that needs to be said directly?"

Did he hear something wrong just now, or how could he hear the word money.

But Jin Qing grinned again: "I'm talking about money."

At the same time, Jin Qing narrowed his eyes fiercely.

She suspected that the scumbag in front of her didn't want to pay, but just wanted to deceive her feelings with sweet words.

The director was stunned by Jin Qing's appearance of asking for money without hesitation: How can there be such a rude person, others ask for an increase in remuneration, and there is more or less a fig leaf.

This man is so good, he actually spoke directly, how did this make him come down to the stage.

Still short of money, just kidding, no one is short of money, so is he!