Entertainment: I, Mr. Deyun Da

　　"choke!"

　　A gong and drum sound.

　　Wu Shaobai suddenly changed his hand and landed on Hou Zhen's head tremblingly:

　　"You are~~my son~~"

　　"Chuck, choke!"

　　"I'm~~your father~"

　　"Hahaha~"

　　Now the audience understands that this is taking advantage of Hou Zhen.

　　And in the roar of laughter, Hou Zhen, who was lying on his back, also opened his eyes. Just as he was about to turn his head to look at Wu Shaobai, he was pressed back by Wu Shaobai's hand on his head:

　　"You are my eldest son~"

　　"Boom~choke!"

　　Several students of the Crane Character Division held back their laughter and beat the drums again.

　　At this time, Hou Zhen had already reacted, and was about to get up immediately, but Yu Xuan's hand also came up:

　　"I'm your grandpa~"

　　"Go!! Go go go!!"

　　Hou Zhen pushed Yu Xuan away, and then coaxed Wu Shaobai away. Amid the laughter of the audience, he first looked at Yu Xuan:

　　"I am your grandfather! I am your ancestor!!!"

　　"What are you doing?"

　　Yu Xuan's face was full of absurdity, and he pointed at Wu Shaobai:

　　"He is my apprentice, my apprentice is your father, I am not your grandfather or your grandma!?".

Chapter 245

　　"You don't know what Yide is?! It doesn't matter if he plays Yang Shilang and takes advantage of me, even if you say that I am your mother, I will recognize it. I am playing this job of being a son! You come up and say that you are My grandfather! What are you doing?"

　　Listening to Hou Zhen's words, Wu Shaobai also helped:

　　"That's right, Master, that's outrageous. We are the same generation now. I'm his father, Mr. Hou, right?"

　　"Yes! This is my dad... eh?"

　　Hou Zhen turned his head suddenly, and Wu Shaobai quickly added:

　　"Not dear."

　　"It doesn't work!"

　　"Okay, okay, Master, you should be careful anyway. Emotions, understand? Emotions!"

　　Looking at Wu Shaobai's gestures, the cheap is enough~ Yu Xuan quickly nodded:

　　"Okay, young master, as long as you can confirm that you are his father, then my emotions must be full!"

　　"Hahaha~"

　　The audience laughed again.

　　Wu Shaobai nodded again:

　　"Okay, then let's come again. In a while, Mr. Hou, when the drum beats, you can quickly bring your props. I still have a few songs to sing, and when the singing is over, I'll just use that sound of tune - I'll use it!"

　　"Row!"

　　"Pull the string!"

　　Wu Shao started with the vernacular, and the string music continued.

　　Hou Zhen directly picked up the thing from the table that the audience didn't see clearly what it was, unfolded it, and put a bag on his head.

　　After the audience saw...

　　"Hahahahaha... woo!! woo!!!!"

　　I saw Hou Zhen wearing a peaked cap, and under the peaked cap there were two pieces of paper that were the same as ears.

　　Although he was still, he looked like a Japanese soldier.

　　"Hahaha~"

　　More and more Coke.

　　At this moment, Wu Shaobai, who was posing, suddenly patted Hou Zhen on the shoulder:

　　"Bajie~"

　　"Go! Go go go go go!"

　　Hou Zhen pushed both Yu Xuan and Wu Shaobai aside.

　　"Like words? Are you like words!? Isn't this Xiaofan's outfit? How come it's a bajie!?"

　　"Oh, yes, it's mainly because it's too similar. I've recognized the wrong person."

　　"That doesn't work, what are you doing wrong?"

　　"Let's go... Pull the strings~"

　　When the string music resumed, Wu Shaobai swung his body, and then patted Hou Zhen's shoulder again.

　　"Take it, let it go."

　　In the sound of Sanxian'er, he held a fan in Hou Zhen's hand, and then helped him put it on his shoulder.

　　-Looks like carrying a rake.

　　"Ok?"

　　Hou Zhen also wondered what this was for, and then heard Wu Shaobai calling out:

　　"Come with me!"

　　In an instant, in the sound of Sanxian'er, Wu Shaobai stepped on the drum and began to circle the stage step by step.

　　Hou Zhen didn't know why, and occasionally glanced at Yu Xuan who was following behind him.

　　Yu Xuan's pushing and shoving kept up with Wu Shaobai's pace.

　　After walking a few steps, suddenly, the sound of the strings changed quietly;

　　"Da da da da da~" (The music of the pig's eight-jie is supplemented by myself)

　　Then I saw Wu Shaobai's movements suddenly jumped out. The one who took a step from the left to the right was like a monkey, while Yu Xuan deliberately slowed down his pace. behind Yu Xuan.

　　As for Yu Xuan, I do not know when he sang a passage of Buddha's name:

　　"Amitabha~"

　　"..."

　　Hou Zhen looked at the two people in front of him... Finally, he seemed to give up resistance in the voice of Zhu Bajie carrying his daughter-in-law, carrying a rake made of a fan in his hand, followed Wu Shaobai and began to walk on an O-shaped leg.

　　It looks exactly like Zhu Bajie.

　　"Hahaha~"

　　The audience was overjoyed, and the applause in the audience was one by one.

　　Just looking at the three people on the stage, Yu Xuan's Tang monk, Wu Shaobai's monkey, and Hou Zhen's Bajie circled there.

　　The funniest thing is that the piece of paper on Ya Na's head is swaying with her steps, and it looks exactly like pig ears.

　　Just going crazy.

　　After turning around for several times, the three returned to the microphone again.

　　Wu Shaobai, who came to the middle microphone at an unknown time, sang along with the rhythm:

　　"Soudai Kuli Yimas, Yabi Butterfly, Yabi Butterfly~"

　　"Hey hey hey!"

　　Hou Zhen quickly shook his head, then covered Wu Shaobai's mouth:

　　"What are you singing! I will endure the moment you finally come out of Journey to the West, why don't you speak human words!?"

　　"Who doesn't speak human language? I speak Japanese, so why isn't it human?"

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　　"Uh……"

　　Hou Zhen was stunned for a moment, and asked in a puzzled way:

　　"Japanese language is human?"

　　"Oh!!!"

　　Hearing this, the audience immediately cheered.

　　And amid the cheers, Yu Xuan waved his hand:

　　"I don't want Japanese, I don't want that. Isn't it "Shiro's Mother Visits"? We'll just wait for that high-pitched voice."

　　"Okay, listen to you! Pull the strings!"

　　The voice fell, and he suddenly pointed to the distance:

　　"Mr. Hou, wear this little fan's hat. After I sing, you have to run over quickly!"

　　"Don't worry, look at you!"

　　Hou Zhen sang aloud, and ran to stand in front of the curtain of the entrance door wearing a hat with a flap of paper.

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　　With the loud drums and gongs, Wu Shaobai stood up straight and pressed his dantian to the microphone!