I'm a little speechless. What are you doing? Is there no place to use your energy?

With his strength, he is definitely a good hand when it comes to cutting wood in the mountains.

This guy just turned his arms and pounded for about ten minutes, and then, with a fist pump, the performance ended.

I was completely confused. As a result, all the guests in the audience applauded him.

It's just that I'm ignorant, I really don't see anything good about it.

I'm still touched, and I want to recruit people.

Drinking beer worth three thousand yuan, that's it?

Is this what he calls a performance? If you go to the countryside and grab a lot of them, they will be more powerful than him.

I was afraid that the people behind me would say that I had no quality, so I whispered in Jia Yuan's ear: "Is this the art you are talking about?"

Jia Yuan nodded excitedly and said with some excitement: "That's the repressed soul resisting, hammering people's hearts."

Oh my god, what kind of people are these? They couldn't have just come out of a mental hospital.

Why do I feel a little hairy, and there is a bit of cold wind on my back.

The eyes of the guests around me showed approval.
Chapter completed!