Running Man Live, I'm Angkor

"Master Huang, Master Huang, you usually look at you as a man, why is your hobby so dirty? It's almost catching up with Waste Yuqing."

"President Liu!"

Netizens watching the battle laughed.

Who is Waste Yuqing?The famous contemporary evil demon king, not only sings well, but also tells jokes well. Yishui's little yellow jokes are respected by the industry as an old entertainer who is 'virtuous and artistic'.Every time he takes the stage, it attracts countless hilarious laughter.

Equating with such a person, can Master Huang not be angry, he is about to die of anger.

"If I waste Yuqing, you are Xiao Shenyang!"

The innocent lamb lying on the gun is stunned, what are you two doing to ask me, who am I provoking?

Mr. Liu responded very quickly, and within two minutes of Master Huang's return, he jumped out, "How can I be a little Shenyang? Early in the morning, I didn't go to the big Bundy, or just passed by. bloody."

Master Huang...

I'm just sloppy.

"Boss, don't get excited, I'll help you."

The paparazzi standing outside the door were so excited that this was also recorded.

"Hey, what are you two doing here?"

The sudden sound came into the ear sockets, and the two paparazzi were startled, they quickly stood up straight, looked at the person behind them and said, "Ah, we are doing rounds, and Dr. Zhao has a stomachache."

"Go for a checkup with a stomach ache. You're still doctors."

The paparazzi responded very cleverly, "I'm sorry, this is not a sudden pain, I'll leave right away."

The employee in the black suit looked at them suspiciously, and walked in with two plastic bags of gifts, "Boss, I bought the canned food you asked me to buy, and here are some fruits. I'll pick up the bananas for you."

"Get out of here!"

On the blood-stained mobile phone screen, two pictures were posted, one of the Yellow Sect Master, one of the gorilla, and a long old special code.

I don't know since when, netizens like to associate stars and animals together. For example, Jay Chou is put together with a Rottweiler, that expression, that demeanor, ah, wow, go. .Leaving aside the race, he is just one person, an absolute brother, which makes people have to doubt the past experience of Mr. Zhou's father.

This time, it's good, the leader of Huang is also recruited.

"Are you a national treasure? I think you are an orangutan."

With the posting of President Liu's speech, netizens laughed madly.

"Poor little brother Ming."

"The president's divine explanation."

"Look, it's still red."

Hahaha……

Netizens are dying of laughter.

"Boss, what are you doing, boss? Why did you dial the bottle, and you haven't finished it yet?"

With a livid face, Master Huang removed the drip, picked up the plastic bag sent by the employee, looked at the tin cans inside and said to the secretary, "Go to the airport."

"Boss, be calm and don't be impulsive."

"I'm calm."

The little secretary is about to cry. Are you calm and go to the airport?

Flight 5184 to Xiangjiang is about to take off, passengers please take a seat.

The whistling Airbus flew through the sea of ​​​​clouds and headed high into the sky. Master Huang closed his eyes with a blue face, and the little secretary sat next to him, turning around in a hurry.

In the beginning it was fine, everything was going well, but as time went on, things went wrong.

"What's this smell?" Several passengers in the back row stood up.

The flight attendant Wen Xun arrived wrinkled her nose, looked at the cargo hold suspiciously, and told the police to go down to check.

As soon as the door opens, it's going to be bloody!

A stench that could make people turn somersaults spread out, and within three seconds, the whole machine gun smelled of it.

"Who pulled up the trousers?"

"It stinks."

"Grass mud code, who did this?"

A few bad-tempered passengers stood up cursing. They could still cursing, but those sitting in the back couldn't scold when they wanted to.Some of the older ones simply fell to the ground, causing one scream after another.

For a while, the crying of children, the scolding of adults, and the accusations of relatives and friends all mixed together, and the whole cabin was in chaos.

Terrorist attacks?

biochemical weapon?

Two frightening nouns popped into my mind. The air policeman with severe stomach discomfort almost didn't let it frighten to death.

When the captain heard the news, his head buzzed. Are there terrorists in the country?In a panic, he quickly called the headquarters, claimed that he had been attacked by a biochemical attack, and asked for ground support.

"Biological attack? What are you kidding?"