"Xue Ling!"

"Xue Ling!"

"Xue Ling—"

The studio was full of people, and the dense fans under the stage used to basically invite group performances at school, and each person was given a salary of 100 yuan, and they cooperated hard to pretend to be fans offstage. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But this time, the TV station didn't pay a penny more at all, but some fans kept stuffing a lot of money out, just to be able to sit in the audience, get close to the male god, and see him live. Before the show started, the ratings went straight to 2.

For this, the leaders of the station unanimously demanded: There must be a breaking point! There must be ratings! We must not live up to this rare high popularity!! we must find a good topic, and we must have a good relationship with Xue Ling!

The host stood on the stage, and seemed to be frightened by so many crazy fans, and couldn't help but pat his chest exaggeratedly as frightened, and then sincerely invited Xue Ling to the seat.

On the other hand, he also admired and said: "Sure enough, he is worthy of being a national male god! Look at the fans in the audience, so many love you so much! I am also a powerful person who has been struggling in the circle for decades, why are there no such fans?"

As he spoke, he made a funny gesture of wiping his tears, as if he was really heartbroken.

Xue Ling smiled brightly, and cheered very appropriately: "Sister Ting is too modest, where do you not have these fans, it's just that your fans are relatively low-key." Like me, I'm actually your number one fan, and I've watched all the shows you host. ”

"Wow! Really?"

The presenter's eyes immediately widened.

She is about forty years old this year, and she is a senior program host of the toilet station, especially this "Happy Every Day", which has the most questions, requires the fastest answer from the star, strives for the most instinctive reaction, and the live broadcast is the breaking point, attracting countless audiences.

Xue Ling has no interest in being older, so the host is not his fan sister, and the live broadcast scene is still harmonious.

"It's such an honor! Fans in the audience, are you jealous?!"

The audience replied with a wave of high decibels: "What the male god likes, we like too!"

On stage, Xue Ling made a flying kiss at the right time and poured over the audience.

"However, although I am very moved, you still have to be prepared today! Although our show is called happy every day, in fact, many celebrities have reported to me: I am not happy at all! There are so many questions asked, I don't have to give people time to react to answers, they are all embarrassed, only fans are probably happy......

Xue Ling shrugged his shoulders: "For me, as long as the fans are happy, I feel very happy!"

The host immediately poured his heart out: "Male god!

After a few words of greeting, seeing that he was about to get to the point, the host immediately pinched the time: "After the advertisement, come back immediately!"

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The two snow-white shawls circled out layer by layer, like a full moon rising into the sky, the silver ring swirled, and the end was as sharp as a blade, shooting directly into He Qing's eyes!

He Qing subconsciously let go of the hand that was encircling Lingji, closed his eyes and dodged in an instant, the soles of his feet were like stepping on meteors, and he retreated back in a few steps!

As soon as the shawl fell short, Lingji was not in a hurry, and a touch of contempt immediately rose on her snow-white stone face: "What do I have to rely on, it turns out that I only have the kung fu of a three-legged cat, and I can't even do it?!!!"

It's really a newborn calf that is not afraid of tigers.

After speaking, her entire statue jumped onto the futon that was standing aside, and she practiced a roll in her hand, and immediately wrapped the heavy solid wood table behind her, and smashed it towards He Qing from mid-air!

Between the lightning and flint, He Qing only had time to stretch out his foot and kick in the air, directly kicking the heavy solid wood case in two from the middle! Only then did he quickly stand still and calm his breathing.

One or two attacks in a row, but they were not real punches and kicks, she was simply stumbling left and right, and she was too busy to take care of herself.

Lingji is right, her kung fu is also some simple basic skills of punches and feet, which is still the subconscious body movement reaction brought by daily exercise. In school, it's definitely not a problem to clean up one or two scumbags, but when it comes to this kind of formal magic duel, her shortcomings are suddenly exposed.

At this moment, there is only the share of being pressed and beaten by Lingji.

After all, campus PK and martial arts duel are two different things. The former depends on whether you are ruthless enough, whether your movements are sharp enough, and whether you are strong enough. The latter depends on whether your exercises are high or not, whether you can volley into the void, pick leaves and fly flowers.

He Qing stood aside and looked around carefully.

The house was empty, and the only shelter it had was a desk and a futon.

The case has just been sacrificed, and the futon is cotton wool, soft and without any offensive power. At this time, even if she wants to rely on her own strength to fight with others, she has to get close first!

At the very least, the legs of that case should not be so short, you can't use it as a weapon!

Seeing the body of the statue on the futon roaring in the air, He Qing was in a hurry, and immediately pinched his hands, turned his wrist outward, and slowly pushed forward!

The invisible ripple aura immediately rippled away, and she shouted fiercely: "Fixed!"

In an instant, the flying statue seemed to be suspended in mid-air, unable to move.

――I think I've got the right way to fight.

He Qing's mind recalled the several battle scenes that had just flashed in his mind, and his confidence suddenly increased.

She looked at the stone sculpture hanging in mid-air, and boasted: "What's the matter, I just know the kung fu of this three-legged cat, don't I also control you?"

I thought about it again: No! It's all said in the novel, you can't talk too much when fighting, it's easy to be counterattacked!

So I decided to control Lingji as soon as possible, but after thinking about it for a long time, I didn't come up with a suitable way to do it.

At this time, she couldn't help but hate her hidden memories from time to time: Why do you have to give one or two hints every time when the fire is imminent? At this moment, her spirit is relaxed, and the memory of the battle will not be able to come out!

Isn't this the same as the Six-Vein Divine Sword!

This man's heart was on fire, over there, there was a crisp "click" sound similar to broken glass in mid-air, He Qing looked up: It's not good!

I saw that Ling Ji, who had just been restrained by the "fixed" character, slowly broke free from the spiritual force field that trapped her! As soon as she got out, she immediately rushed towards He Qing in the air! Her hands were hooked into claws, and she ran directly to her front door!

He Qing was in a hurry, hurry up and stomp your feet!

In an instant, the bubbling spiritual power gushed out, taking the center of the circle under his feet, radiating a transparent wall, which directly formed a ninety-degree angle at a meter in front of him, and folded into a three-dimensional one. It's like a glass wall, enclosing her in the back!