The small theater of the Republic of China (1)_1

[ an irresponsible Side Story ]

A certain deer sat on the 2.8-meter-tall sofa with a microphone in his hand. He looked at the two gods beside him and straightened his poor and weak little body.

She gave a fake smile.

"Welcome to the heavenly Dao live stream. I'm tonight's host, Lulu. These are the two male guests tonight, Qi Jin and Sheng Jinghua. As for why there are two of them, I don't know either, hehehe ... Clap, clap!"

The camera turned to the other side, where two equally outstanding young men were.

One of them was a young military officer in a neat military uniform. His slender fingers in white gloves slowly stroked the gun at his waist, tapping it lightly from time to time.

His thin lips opened and closed.

"Where's yingluo?"

Qi Jin's gaze swept to the host sitting on the sofa.

The deer was so scared that it trembled.

She wasn't blind, so she clearly saw that B * stard Qi Jin touching the gun on his waist.

A certain deer was speechless.