The Lord’s Little Cutie Is the Old Ancestor

Urumiyamoto was the young master of Danish Capital, who was spoiled by his family and grew up.

The so-called image of the Sunshine Boy was only created for his debut later.

Now, all his disguise was torn off at this moment, exposing the original him naked.

"Trash! It's all trash!" Pu Gong was so angry that he smashed the microphone in his hand at Xiao Ma, "What Yan Ziheng, what Magic Band, but it's just **** from the pheasant company, why do you join me in one? The game, why should I be equal to me! Rubbish, all rubbish! And you guys!"

Uriya pointed at the other players on the stage frantically, "You are all rubbish!"

The scene was quiet, completely quiet.

Even Pu Gong’s brain-disabled fans were quiet. They looked at Pu Gong wounded with strangeness in their eyes.

This is not their Pu Gong, or their sunny boy, or their kind and gentle brother.

The players on the stage were also stuck.

Regardless of their fame, they are all debut artists, and they are all seniors of Uriya.

And this Pu Gong would say that they are all rubbish.

Even the first sister of Diyu from the Huanyu Band who had been a sharp lesson before, couldn't say a word at this moment.

Now, the truth has come to light.

All her maintenance of Pu Gong before now seems to be a joke. And she is the biggest joke.

The woman looked at Pu Gong angrily, her red lips pressed tightly. She was so stern when she reprimanded the Huanyu band before, but now she can't say a word.

Because she really didn't know what to say, this truth and this person made her speechless.

The boss of Diyu Entertainment couldn't stay any longer at this moment. He wanted to leave, but found that there were cameras and countless viewers' mobile phones facing him. What made him most desperate was that a group of reporters came in outside the live broadcast hall at some point. At this time, the reporters' guns and guns were outside the door, and he would meet them as long as he went out.

On the stage, Pu Gong was emotional. Everyone's cold or disgusting eyes stimulated him, and no one of his assistants listened to him anymore.

Excited, Pu Gong looked at his fans in the audience, "What are you guys still doing! The game is not over, and the championship has not been announced. Keep shouting!" After speaking, Pu Gong looked at all standing. The four judges on the stage said, "And you guys, what are you doing with so much nonsense, don't hurry to announce the result! Declare that I am the champion!"

However, including the first sister of Diyu, the four judges just looked at him coldly, and no one spoke.

In the audience, the fans of Pu Gong, who were originally emotional, are gradually putting down their cheer cards at this moment. Among them, some were even crying, but no one shouted for Pu Gong again.

In their hearts, the sunny Pu Gong is dead.

The lunatic on the stage is not their idol!

Pu Gong stood there in a daze, watching the support lights with his name extinguished one by one, watching the glow sticks that represent his color dimming one by one, watching the fanatical fans of the past, there was no more admiration on their faces. And smile.

"Asshole!" A little girl angrily threw the light stick in her hand on Pu Gong's body, "You lied to me! I am a stupid fan, but I am not stupid! You lied to me! I hate you!"

As the girl threw a light stick, more and more light sticks were thrown onto the stage by Pu Gong fans and smashed on him.