Entertainment: from Dragons to God-level Superstars

Wang Zhengyu is crazy!

The muscles on his face twisted: "One after another, my God...such a shocking original new song, one after another..."

He has been unable to express his mood at this moment.

The whole person could no longer sit still, stood up and circled in the command car...

In the live broadcast room, the fans applauded and swiped the screen...

"God, amazing, amazing, so amazing, kung fu brother is mighty..."

"Brother Kung Fu is mighty, Brother Kung Fu is extremely domineering..."

"MD! I bent it, I bent it again, let's take a 360-degree look..."

"MD, I'm 720 degrees, let's find out..."

"Husband, I love you... love you, love you, love you... I will love you until I die, and I will love you even after I die..."

"Go upstairs, my husband is mine..."

"Go upstairs too, my husband is mine..."

With the growth of female fans, jealousy and tit for tat.

The entire live broadcast room was made into a miasma.

Almost 5 minutes.

Mu Han's singing stopped, and the movement of playing the zither also slowed down.

Swords return to their sheaths, mountains return to mountains, water returns to water...

The people in the small courtyard were still intoxicated by the heroism just now, and they didn't wake up.

Mu Han stood up, put down the zither, and said, "I still need to prepare a little bit..."

After speaking, he went straight to the kitchen.

At this moment, everyone woke up.

His eyes followed Mu Han.

soon.

Mu Han came out from the kitchen.

The corner of Huang Lei's mouth twitched for a while.

Nima!Mu Han actually took out the vegetable jar he used to marinate the bamboo shoots?

TM, what kind of show operation is this?

The fans in the live broadcast room were instantly stunned.

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The painting style of the live broadcast room changed drastically in an instant, and the screen was swamped with question marks.

Occasionally mixed with a few barrage...

"Kung fu master, what is this for?"

"What does the kung fu master intend to do?"

In the spotlight.

Mu Han didn't get sick, and washed the vegetable altar with clean water.

He Jiong leaned forward, with a puzzled expression on his face: "Mu Han, if I remember correctly, your competition with Reba this time is a dance, do you remember?"

"Nonsense..." Mu Han turned his head and glanced at He Jiong: "Aren't I just preparing?"

The corner of He Jiong's mouth twitched.

Nima, talk nonsense to me in front of so many people, buddy, don't talk about it!

You don't slap someone in the face when you hit someone, you slap it.

He Jiong couldn't stand the grievance, so he found fault and said, "I know it's more like dancing, but you play the zither and sing, and now you're washing the dishes. All right, but what does that have to do with dancing?"

Mu Han was very speechless, are all the hosts so grumpy?He replied: "The emperor is not in a hurry and the eunuchs are in a hurry..."

"Oh…"

He Jiong's face suddenly turned purple.

and.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

Reba, Zhang Zifeng and Ouyang next to them smiled kindly.

The muscles on He Jiong's face trembled, which was embarrassing.