Hahahaha!
Many of the audience members laughed crazily when they heard that.
He couldn't stop even if he wanted to.
He couldn't even pinch himself, or else he would laugh too brazenly during the competition. However, he really couldn't help it.
Luan Yunping took advantage of the commotion and said,"The audience is laughing at you now."
"They're just jealous!"
"I'm in the same industry as you.”
"Let them die!"
Wang Hepeng was completely shameless. As long as he had money, he wouldn't care about this.
He deliberately cracked his voice at the end.
The audience exploded.
"Oh!"
"Good!"
Clang clang!
Applause rang out continuously.
Wang Hepeng, who was on the stage, put on his mourning robe quickly for the sake of money.
The seriousness in his eyes and the details of his actions were enough to make people laugh.
A white mourning hat was placed on his head.
Good and good Dai Zheng
He put on his mourning clothes. The white color of the white clothes covered the original blue coat, and there was also a linen coat on the outside.
At the same time, he fastened his white belt.
The good image of wearing mourning clothes completely caught the attention of the audience.
"Good! Since you've agreed to go out, we have to practice on the spot. Otherwise, something might go wrong.”
"Alright! As long as those 100 beauties are mine, it's fine.”
As the program progressed, Wang Hepeng became more and more eye-catching. Wherever he walked, his eyes followed.
"You should first take a look after the battle. Remember, this place is not the competition venue but Uncle Di Bai's mourning hall. These spectators are not spectators anymore, but Uncle Di Bai's good friends from before.
Then, the next thing to do was to look at my grandfather's portrait.”
"Yo, you even brought it?"
"Isn't that so?" Luan Yunping's voice echoed, and she immediately took out a black and white photo frame from behind the table. It was squarish and had the length and width of a forearm.
He placed it in the middle of the crosstalk table.
The framed photo was of Guo Degang, who was wearing a headscarf. It was black and white, and he had a smile on his face.
Wang Hepeng looked out and saw Guo Degang's black-and-white photo. He used his sleeve to wipe his eyes and couldn't help but sob a few times.
"I don't know why, but I feel like crying when I see this photo.”
"Isn't that so? If it wasn't for the fact that you were Master's favorite disciple, you would be his son!”
Hahahahaha!
Seeing this…
It would be a lie if the audience didn't react.
This courage was too terrifying. It was impossible if one did not eat the guts of a bear or a leopard.
The commotion was not small.
He was in high spirits.
"Why don't you say that you're capable! I'm training you, just like when your master died and you went to mourn.”
Luan Yunping took out the photo and busied herself around the table.
Wang Hepeng patted Luan Yunping's shoulder and looked very clear." I understand! I understand! Don't worry, we crosstalk performers are all shameless.
As long as I pay, it'll be no different from my master's death.”
"Right!" Suddenly, Luan Yunping thought of something." Can I still use the banner? The one with the long stick, you stand in front and walk first.”
"You have to pay more for this. This is my master.”
The audience burst into laughter.
He was a bastard, but many people liked him.
"As expected of an artist. You're already in character. Later, you go down first. When I call for you to bring the filial son, you come up. Then, when I call for you to stop crying, you will cry for your life.
If it's possible, we'll go to Di Bai immediately.”
"Alright! I'll go down now."
Wang Hepeng put on his mourning robe and stood at the side of the curtain.
Luan Yunping was still standing on the stage. A few seconds later, her voice rose in excitement. Take care of a filial son!
Take care of the filial son.
The moment these three words came out.
Behind the curtain, Wang Hepeng was wearing a filial robe and carrying a banner on his shoulder.
The banner behind him was adorned with gold coins. In the eyes of the audience, it vaguely wrote lotus flowers blooming and welcoming the west.
The outfit was real!
When the light shone again, it was like a funeral scene.
The entire crosstalk had reached its climax.
Luan Yunping was also praying in her heart. She looked at Wang Hepeng, and her back was facing the audience. However, she could hear his voice. It was definitely earth-shattering.
Applause boomed.
Wang Hepeng came out with a banner.
His voice lit up again.
"Don't grieve, filial son!"
The moment these four words exploded, the comments on the crosstalk competition's live broadcast went crazy.
The words 'filial son, don't grieve' were densely packed all over the place.
The entire screen was filled in a few seconds, and the number of people was quite terrifying.
The people behind a certain channel were also completely dumbfounded.
Whether it was the live broadcast on the Internet or the television broadcast, all of them had reached an unbelievable level.
He kept touching the cold sweat on his forehead. The previous competitions were not like this.
However, they also knew some reasons.
He, Wang Hepeng, was definitely the first person in De Yun who dared to be so sarcastic, especially in front of a group of Qu Yi seniors.
He was also the least afraid of death.
In addition to the program's expression and plot, this moment was exchanged.
Most importantly, this was not the finals.
At the same time, it made people look forward to what he would do in the finals.
After all, this program was done too well.
Their morale and emotions were all raised.
After the filial son's grief, Wang Hepeng and Luan Yunping made a final ending, which could be considered as the entire show.
He completely took it down and bowed down.
However, everyone could not forget Wang Hepeng's performance for a long time. It was so well acted and lifelike.
He also had his own intentions.
After reading it, they were all things that could be recalled.
If it weren't for the crosstalk competition's restrictions, the audience below would have slapped their thighs and stood up.
He let out a long sigh.
Wang Hepeng came backstage amidst the applause.
He could hear the audience's voices, but not too much. Most of them were covered by his own system notifications.
He decisively silenced the system.
However, it was clear that this match had brought him a lot of emotions.
It was almost time to draw again.
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