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Chapter 942 : Fan Wai Jian Kissed His Throat

Even Feng Tianwu felt sorry for Bai Ling when she saw the lottery result. This child's luck was really bad.

It is best to draw the top three performers in this kind of drama, which is the most suitable time.

She had a premonition that the audience finally felt drowsy.

What a pity, this child has many fresh feelings, but it’s a pity that he is not lucky.

In things like actors, many times, strength does not determine everything, and luck is also a factor that determines life and death.[

Obviously, her luck was so bad that she didn't even help her.

Hai Ming drew the second appearance, in a very favorable order.

Because the performance of the first contestant was disappointing, it even attracted a lot of cheering voices.

The fans were very disrespectful and started calling Hai Ming's name later in the performance.

Some of them were very direct and asked him to roll down quickly and let Hai Ming play.

The contestant had never tried such a fierce cheer, and was not calm enough, and he was even more panicked.

The scenes in the future were all wrong and missed. I forgot the lines and finally almost cried. I left the scene smoothly with the host's rescue.

Apparently his performance has already brought him out of the competition early.

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The next one was Hai Ming. Before he even appeared, he gave thunderous applause, winning cheers from fans.

The magnificent and tragic music resounded throughout the venue.

Suddenly, a ruthless wind whistled and the Yishui cold, and the tragic atmosphere of the heroes leaving and never returning again alarmed the audience.

The hearts of the movie fans suddenly became raised.

The background on the stage is a battlefield killing scene with thousands of troops.

The scene on the stage is an enemy's tent.

The general was commanding the front line in the middle camp, with a arrogant aura of being in full spirit, guiding the country and winning.

However, the wind on the battlefield suddenly stopped.

There was an unspeakable darkness filled the bloody air like a ghost.

Flirtatiously approaching the arrogant general.[

Just as the general laughed arrogantly, he ordered the city to be slaughtered.

A sharp light as lightning as snowflakes and as fast as lightning kissed his throat instantly.

The light was extremely beautiful, but it carried the dark aura of death, making people tremble to the extreme.
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