"Damn, this guy, can you still play magic?"

Countless people who were watching the live broadcast shouted in disbelief.

But then they shouted.

"To, the cliff is a nursery, mom!"

"Hehe, it's impossible, people sing so well, how can they be a trust, and besides, didn't that guy on the stage still mock others. ”

"Hey, a group of mortals, how can Brother Fan go back to be a trust, hehe!"

The person who slapped the dough said disdainfully.

However, they also discussed it privately.

"Where did Brother Fan get the box? Hell, it's just a blink of an eye, it's incredible. ”

"You mortal, what is there that Brother Fan can't do? Hmph, wait and see, see what to do with that stupid figure on stage. ”

At the scene, a group of people stared at the stage with wide eyes, and their eyes were full of disbelief.

The stage is very bright, where is there any box on it, they have seen Wu Yang's struggling expression when dragging the box.

At least thirty kilograms, right?

Could it be that Zhang Fan is really a nursery?

It shouldn't be, just Zhang Fan and Wu Yang's posture just now, it definitely doesn't look like a fake.

Moreover, the red and swollen slap marks on Wu Yang's face can be said to be a blind dog's eyes.

Immediately, sighs kept ringing.

The eyes of countless people glanced at Wu Yang with pity, Ya, didn't you just call for someone to perform magic tricks for you, tsk, this is a stupid comparison, the props have been lost by others, look at how you perform.

Then, their eyes fell on Zhang Fan's body.

This guy is too vindictive, this is a slap in the face.

Moreover, it is still the magic that the other party is best at!

What else would he not have?

Wu Yang's eyes were dull, and his head shook like a rattle and swept across the stage.

However, the stage is more than 40 square meters, and with incomparably bright lighting, you can see it clearly at a glance.

What about the chest?

What about Lao Tzu's prop box?

After a few more seconds, Wu Yang finally recognized one thing, that is, his box was really gone.

Immediately, Wu Yang raised his head violently, looked at Zhang Fan who was about to walk off the stage, and roared with a hideous face.

"Zhang Fan, you return my prop box!"

The hysterical roar made the laughter of the surrounding crowd even thicker.

Also prop boxes?

Heheda, since everyone has come up and slapped you in the face, how can it be returned to you.

Didn't you just scare people quite happily?

Zhang Fan turned his head, with a sneering look on the corner of his mouth: "Aren't you a magician, you will change back!"

"Poof, hahaha!"

Laughter burst out.

"It's too bad, it's obvious that you lost someone's box!" the girls laughed and leaned back.

But quickly, a discordant sound sounded.

"That's right, Wu Yang, aren't you a magician, find it yourself. ”

"It's the same magic, why can't you get it back!"

Listening to these voices, Wu Yang's eyes were bloodshot.

Turning back?

What the are you kidding.

Lao Tzu didn't even think about making the box disappear!

Such a big thing, do you really think Lao Tzu can carry it with him?

Wu Yang gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "Zhang Fan, return the box to me, I will treat it as if nothing happened, otherwise!"

"Otherwise, what are you? Your skills are not as good as others, why don't you still bite me?" Zhang Fan said with a sneer.

"That's it, the skills are not as good as others, get out, what kind of MC live broadcast platform anchor, I really don't know what the MC thinks, how can I sign a contract with a garbage thing like you. ”

The girls immediately chimed in.

Li Liang, who was standing on the edge of the stage, suddenly tightened his eyes.

Oh no, something is going to happen!

He didn't dare to think about Zhang Fan's hands.

Immediately, he beckoned to the security guard not far away.

"Come here, take him away!"

Li Liang pointed at Wu Yang, at this moment, he really regretted it, how could he choose this kind of idiot to perform, isn't this unpleasant for himself.

Listening to Li Liang's voice, Wu Yang finally collapsed.

Take yourself away?

It's not Lao Tzu who is making trouble!

The next moment, Wu Yang ran directly towards Zhang Fan with red eyes.

"I'm going to kill you!"

Zhang Fan smiled coldly, hehe, dare to do it?

If it hadn't been for that sister paper before, he would have beaten this stupid fork a long time ago.

Immediately, Zhang Fan took a step forward, stretched out his right hand, grabbed Wu Yang's neck violently, and slowly lifted him up.

The strong and powerful hand, like an iron drill, pinched Wu Yang's neck.

Seeing this scene, the girls screamed.

Oh my God, one hand screwed Wu Yang up?

"Zhang Fan, don't do it!"

Li Liang also roared.

Zhang Fan turned his head and smiled at Li Liang: "Okay, I won't do it." ”

The next moment, Zhang Fan also let go of his hand.

However, the moment Wu Yang fell, he raised his leg.

Side kick!

kicked directly in Wu Yang's chest.

Suddenly, Wu Yang's whole person flew out like a cannonball.

A long, black hat fluttered from his head.

His body, like a fallen leaf, kept flying.

This flight flew directly over the ten-meter-long stage, and then fell down heavily.

The heart-rending screams made everyone shrink their necks.

Grass, this is the legendary hands-off?

Feet?

Moreover, kicking people more than ten meters away, grass, is that guy still alive?

Li Liang was stunned, Yuan Shui'er, who was almost hit by Wu Yang, was stunned, An Jiu, who was standing under the stage, was stunned, and the security guards who rushed over were also stunned.

Damn, this kid, did you really do it?

No, to be more precise, it's the feet.

Except for a group of people who had seen Zhang Fan do it in the morning, everyone's hearts set off a monstrous wave.

Oh my God, dare to get your hands dirty at the orientation party!

How fat is this guts!

The next moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on Li Liang!

Looking at Li Liang's shocked expression, a group of men were happy in their hearts.

Zhang Fan, this kid is going to die this time.

Dare to beat people in front of Li Liang, and at such an important party, even if he is the top science student in the country, what can he do?

As long as you have been in Tsinghua, who doesn't know Li Liang's temper!

Hehe, wait for death!

"Lao Li, don't blame me, that kid smashed my knee when he fell, you know, the knee jump reaction can't be controlled. Zhang Fan smiled, then clapped his hands and walked off the stage slowly.

Looking at Zhang Fan, who was talking nonsense with a serious face, the corners of countless people's mouths twitched.

Nima, who didn't see you stretching out your legs and kicking people, even if it was a knee-jerk reaction, could Wu Yang still spin 360 degrees in the air and smash on your knee?

When are we all idiots?

However, the next moment, countless people's eyes widened.

"Alas, classmate Zhang Fan, pay attention next time, don't shake your legs. ”

Listening to Li Liang's voice, a group of men were almost suffocated with internal injuries.

Grass, if this kind of elementary school student won't believe it, do you believe it too?

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