Yu Qianzun went on stage and was just a hot spot to help Ji Yun stabilize his condition.

Meng Hetang was clever and directly held Yu Qian's arm and pulled him down.

He patted his chest with lingering fear, and Guo Degang said, "I was scared. I thought he was going to bite me."

Ji Yun said: "You don't have any security guarantees."

"You're right, I'll take him to get vaccinated tomorrow."

Ji Yun waved his hand, "That's not what you mean, what do you mean by dogs?"

Guo Degang raised his eyebrows, "Isn't it the black back you mentioned? Black bear is not good at writing, so give me a black back."

"I'm not talking about that black back."

"That's it?"

"I mean black back, black back for short."

"Good guy, that's Mr. Yu painted my father."

Ji Yun put down the fan, "What should I do? This is the skill. The dragon is not good at writing, and the tiger is not good at writing, so just writing a lion!"

"My father is also a person who eats 100 beans without any fishy food."

"Wenshizi, Lao Guo, you can't turn this page over, you have to take over the back and draw your arms, you're not going to have your belly."

Guo Degang stopped him, "Leave a piece of good meat for my dad."

"This time it's not bad, that's it." Ji Yun measured, "From square, don't linger at the breasts."

"Yes, let's startle the two crickets on my father's chest."

Ji Yun shook his head, "No, are you afraid that you would be called Guo Wenwang at the cricket?"

"What's his plan?"

"He designed the breast hair into the lion's mane!"

Guo Degang said, "Good guy, my father's breasts are enough to knit a sweater and can leave a lion's head."

"Old Yu raised this support stick, hum!"

He pretended to behave, but before he could speak, the audience in the audience began to echo: "Please~"

Guo Degang smiled and said, "There are many bicycles under this one."

"Yes." Ji Yun nodded, "It may be that Teacher Yu's fathers are just mingling among these audiences."

"I am!"

A brother from the audience shouted, which caused another burst of crazy laughter.

“So too ~”

A little girl was not willing to be lonely and then started shouting.

"Good guy, Teacher Yu's father's voice is so solid."

“Hahahahahahahaha.”

When the laughter gradually became weaker, Ji Yun continued, "Old Master Guo turned over and lay down, and Old Master Yu held the support bar, da da da da da da da da da."

"call."

Ji Yun breathed a sigh of relief, "This is a good article. It's not been five minutes, and the article is over."

"Ho! Mr. Yu is really skilled."

Ji Yun smiled and said, "When King Guo Wen looked in the mirror, what a guy, this belly is more than 6,000 lice."

“Hahahahaha.”

Lao Guo's reaction was just right, he was stunned for a while, and when everyone finished laughing, he seemed to realize it, "Young Master, who is the lion?"

"Which lice is squeezed?"

"Oh!" Guo Degang looked disgusting.

"What should I do if I have a wrong idea? I won't be shirtless in the future."

"Yes, this lice is too cold."

Ji Yun nodded, "It's better for King Guo Wen to have an idea, let's knit your own sweater."

"My dad can knit sweaters?"

"How fresh is this? I knit my own sweater."

"right."

"Spin your own wool."

"right."

"Hot produced by oneself."

"Yes...no!" Guo Degang was angry and said, "Your father only gave birth to hair."

"Don't you know? Your dad loses his chest hair as soon as the season changes."

Guo Degang raised his eyebrows, "This is what your teacher's wife told you last night?"

“Hahahahaha.”

"That's not. I knit sweaters at home every day, I love to wear them, and I will never fall in spring, summer, autumn and winter."

"Love so much!"

"It's not love either, it's mainly because he can't take it off. He knitted it together with his breast wool."

"Hi!"

Ji Yun pretended to be Mr. Guo again, "King Guo Wen also looks like he goes out. He wears a sweater on his chest, a one-piece chest trousers on his lower body, and a chest trousers on his lower body, and a sponge under his armpits..."

"You can wait a moment." Guo Degang couldn't help it, "I won't say anything about the chest-haired one-piece shirt in front. Why are there a sponge under the armpit?"

Ji Yun said seriously: "Because your father wants to ride a bicycle."

Guo Degang was stunned and didn't react, "Riding a bicycle? Holding a sponge? Are you not next to each other?"

"What's wrong?" Ji Yun saw that Guo Degang hadn't realized the reason yet, and immediately said disgusted. "Do you don't understand why you need to pick up a sponge on a bicycle?"

“What does this relationship have to do with cycling and sponge clipping.”

"Oh, King Guo Wen rode the 28th bar too high. His father couldn't get up, so he could only take out his crotch and put his armpits onto the beam, holding a sponge to prevent it."

“Hahahahahaha.”

Ji Yun hit the ground with one leg, his right leg bent, as if he was stuffed into the crotch of the bicycle, and he pedaled hard, full of image.

Guo Degang gave a thumbs up, "I haven't run away, this is my dad."

Ji Yun "crossed" on the bicycle, raised his head and raised his eyebrows at him, "Right? He is rigorous in this crosstalk, dragons give birth to dragons and phoenixes give birth to phoenixes."

"Okay!" Guo Degang stomped his feet and pulled Ji Yun straight, "Hurry up and talk about yours."

Ji Yun's body was pulled and he glanced at him sadly.

"King Guo Wen rode this bicycle to the park to practice early childhood education."

"Okay, my dad doesn't deserve the word "riding"."

"Okay." Ji Yun was quite easy to talk to, "This King Guo Wen, just carry this bicycle to the park to practice early childhood education every day."

"If I carry this sponge, I can use it, just put it on my shoulders." After almost this time, Guo Degang continued, "My father still practices? What kind of exercises are you practicing?"

"What are you practicing? Practice the Swallowing Sword!"

After Ji Yun finished speaking, he immediately looked at Guo Degang.

This look made Guo Degang himself confused.

Still confused, Ji Yun bent down, compared his feet, stood up again, and compared his other hand to the top of his head.

As soon as he opened his hands, it was Guo Degang's height. He felt dissatisfied and compared his hands again.

He nodded with satisfaction: "It's just such a long sword. Your father practices swallowing swords every day!"

"Stop! This sword is longer than my dad."

“Hahahahahaha.”

Guo Degang's height is a joke that Deyun Club cannot avoid, and the audience is happy once.

"I love this then, but I can't start practicing with such a long sword first."

"That long sword is to practice candied haws."

"Before practicing swallowing swords, you must practice swallowing iron balls first."

Guo Degang nodded, "This is a good person, I have to turn on my throat first."

"But it's hard to practice swallowing iron balls. What if you really swallow such a big iron ball and can't get it up?"

"yes."

"You have to drop the iron ball to your appetite and hold it in your breath. If it really falls into your stomach, it will really not come out."

"Yes, Teacher Yu gave up on this acrobatic."
Chapter completed!