Running Man Live, I'm Angkor

The milk that slipped into his mouth along the bridge of his nose spread to his taste buds with a flaming smell, and the whole town could hear his screams.

Zheng Da's whole person is not well!

It felt like a red-hot iron was pressed against the tip of the tongue, both lips were numb, and the top of the head was like a needle stick.

"Send Little Treasure!"

"What are you calling me for? I didn't pour it."

"Big black bull!"

"I did not see anything."

Listening to the two bastards pushing six, two and five, Zheng Da hugged his head frantically.

Ah!

Chen Chichi is back.

Chapter 944 The Pig's Head Seeking Death

Announcing his return with a blast, Pigtou bared his front teeth with a mean smile.

"What are you stupid about?"

Chen Chichi picked up the teapot and said in disgust, "This pot is too small, I'll replace it for you." After jogging all the way, he picked up a large kettle by the river and came back.The old-fashioned, white kettle on the stove, filled with five pounds of water.

Seeing this kind of perverted equipment, the eyes of the runners went straight.

"I'll pour the next glass of water."

"Get out of here, get out of here immediately." Zheng Dai pointed to the direction from which he came, and used a roaring voice to drive away, "As far as your thoughts go, you can get away."

"Don't, my pot is ready." Chen Chichi found out that Da Ya didn't want to do it, and his eyes rolled, "Jia Ling, the pot is for you, you can pour it."

Hahaha……

A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist.

Seeing this slut full of bad water, Zheng Dai gasped at the time, "Li Chen and I have already poured a glass of water, and this glass of water belongs to you and Jia Ling."

"Me and Jia Ling's?"

"Yes, there are four of us, two by two." Zheng Da finished the comparison.

"Give me the pot." Chen Chi's face changed, and he extended his hand to Jia Ling.

"What do you want?" Jia Ling slapped her.

"The kettle is too big, let's get a smaller one."

"Are you a pig?" The running men were laughing at him.

"Sit there!"

"No, the two of us, why am I sitting there?"

Jia Ling pouted and said in a tone of sending Xiaobao, "What do you think about your eldest man and me as a little girl?"

"Little girl?" Chen Chi's face was pulled to the ground, "Little, I really don't see how young you are?"

Hahaha……

"Are you going to sit?" Jia Ling asked him threateningly.

"I don't sit." Chen Chichi shook his head vigorously.

"You really don't sit?"

"I really don't sit."

"Why don't you sit?"

"The kettle is too big, I'm afraid you'll be poured to death."

"Very good." Jia Ling smiled and said with the kettle on her back, "Now I'll give you two choices, either you sit there and let me pour it to death, or I'll beat you to death now."

crackling.

"Are you going to sit?"

"I'm sitting."

The person who knows the current affairs is Junjie, and Chen Chichi surrenders decisively when he sees his teammates who come to prepare for Qun Ou himself.

Pooh!

"This is a bitch, coaxing you not to sit and meditate."

"Where's the blindfold?" The baby found a new opportunity for revenge after failing to do it.

Jia Ling smiled and lifted the pot while blindfolded.

Chen Chichi's face froze, "Why do you think I have nothing to do with such a broken kettle?"

"Come on, put the glass on top." The baby, who had delivered the blindfold, handed over the glass again.

"You must be on time." Before the game started, Chen Chichi told Jia Ling.

"Don't worry, I promise not to pour it into the cup."