"Senior brother, stop him!"

"Xiao Jiu, so many people are watching, don't mess around!"

Wen Song looked at Cheng Xiaolou, whose face was like frost approaching step by step, and couldn't care about half of his face anymore, while shouting and threatening for help with a fierce and restrained voice, he dragged his injured body back like a worm.

"Cheng Xiaolou, you dare to commit murder in front of everyone's eyes?!"

An Tiankui, who was hiding behind the curtain, glared at Wen Song fiercely, even if he was reluctant, he could only stand up at this time.

As soon as An Tiankui appeared, Xiao Lanyu and several disciples of the opera troupe who were dressed up also followed him on the stage.

"Murder in public, where did the senior brother start with this, all the old and young masters just now heard it clearly, Wen Song himself said that he wanted to fight with me. ”

Cheng Xiaolou glanced back at An Tiankui and the few people behind him with a smile, and focused on the face of Xiao Lanyu in Tsing Yi who was like a peach blossom for two seconds.

The implication of his words is obvious, since it is a fighting gun, there is naturally no such thing as murder.

"I throw in the towel!"

What made Cheng Xiaolou stunned was that as soon as his words fell, Wen Song simply admitted defeat with his throat, without the slightest drag.

"Damn, do you dare to be a little more shameless?"

Cheng Xiaolou looked at him speechlessly, and was so depressed that he almost vomited blood.

"Hear it, since he has already admitted defeat, the gun fight will be over, and now if you dare to mess around again, you will bear the consequences!"

An Tiankui glanced at Chao Wensong, who had a deep meaning, and suddenly had a lot of confidence.

He even faintly expected Cheng Xiaolou's brain to be hot, and he rushed up to abolish Wen Song regardless of it.

The few disciples under Wu Mantun are not fuel-efficient lamps.

Wu Mantun has no queen, the huge opera troupe and such a big theater are in the eyes of An Tiankui and their disciples, it is a fragrant piece of big fat meat, and everyone wants to take a bite in their mouths.

If Cheng Xiaolou abolished Wen Song, it would be equivalent to one less competitor for him.

"Xiaolou, calm down, don't be impulsive, there's no need to put yourself in for this kind of person!"

Duan Lanquan hurriedly reminded below, for fear that he would really do something stupid under impulse.

When Wen Song has already admitted defeat, breaking his leg again will be a deliberate injury, and if the police are recruited, he may be imprisoned for a few days, and the plan to fight will be in vain.

"This guy is really a villain, he jumps out immediately when he sees that it is profitable, and pretends to admit defeat when he sees that the situation is not right and doesn't want to think about it. ”

Tightening the red cherry blossom gun in his hand, Cheng Xiaolou took a deep breath, and then barely suppressed the trace of tyranny in his heart temporarily.

"Sooner or later, one day break your dog's legs!"

Pointing at Wen Song's nose with the spear head void, Cheng Xiaolou jumped off the stage with a jump of this sentence.

"Remember to remind Wu Mantun that at two o'clock in the afternoon in seven days, I will come to the door on time!"

After coldly dropping this sentence, Cheng Xiaolou supported Duan Lanquan without looking back, and swaggered out of the Rongchun Hall Theater under the gaze of hundreds of people.

Rong Chuntang caused such a big uproar, and none of the fans who bought the tickets had the heart to listen to An Tiankui and Xiao Lanyu's Penglai Immortal anymore.

As soon as Cheng Xiaolou and Duan Lanquan left, many people waved their tickets and shouted for refunds.

Just when An Tiankui was anxious and didn't know what to do, Wu Mantun, who was dressed in a black satin robe, finally rushed over from home.

returned everyone's tickets for the show, and said a lot of good things with laughter, so that the fans were finally appeased.

After the last fan was sent out, it was almost half past four in the afternoon.

"You useless garbage, get me in!"

Seeing the back of the last fan disappear from the gate, Wu Mantun's old face sank instantly, glared at An Tiankui and Wen Song fiercely, turned around and walked towards the backyard.

An Tiankui and Wen Song, you look at me, I look at you, and at the same time snorted lightly, and they all lowered their heads and hurriedly followed.

Even An Tiankui, who had already been counted as a small corner, didn't dare to speak, and those ordinary disciples in the drama troupe didn't dare to speak.

Among the disciples of this Gantai and Spring Opera Class, only Xiao Lanyu seemed the most calm, as if these things had nothing to do with her.

"I'm such a big drama team as Taihechun, with more than 20 people up and down, and I can't lift my head when Xiao Jiu and Duan Lanquan's cripple hit the door, and I fucking let the family keep all the challenge books for the drama fighting, and Taihechun's face has been thrown away by your group of waste!"

As soon as he entered the backyard of the theater, Wu Mantun couldn't help but point at An Tiankui and the others' noses and scold.

Wu Mantun is in his early fifties this year, tall, with a white face and beard, and his voice is slightly thin, and his voice is even sharper when he gets angry and scolds.

Perhaps it is a habit developed by playing small singing operas, even if he scolds, he has a unique tone of Peking Opera, and he subconsciously pinched the orchid finger in his hand, which immediately exposed the fact that he was once a Danjiaoer.

was pointed at the tip of his nose and scolded for a while, and finally got into the space where he stopped panting, An Tiankui quickly wiped the spit on his face without a trace, Xingzi explained with a bitter face.

"Master, this thing is really evil, don't you see, Xiao Jiu'er is like a different person, not to mention that he dares to come to the door to spread wild, just talk about his martial arts kung fu, I'm afraid that he won't be able to come out without ten or eight years of hard work, the second child went up to fight with him as a gun, and he didn't even hold up three moves, so he was beaten to his knees and begged for mercy. ”

An Tiankui's speech speed is very fast, this is the mouth kung fu practiced by Nianbai since childhood, although the speed of speech is fast, the words are not ambiguous, and every word is bitten clearly.

"Senior brother, you have to pay attention to what you say, who was beaten and knelt on the ground and begged for mercy? Did I kneel on the ground? Did I beg for mercy? I admit that I am indeed not Xiao Jiu's opponent, but I at least dare to stand up and defend the face of the troupe at a critical time. ”

"But what about you, as a senior brother in the drama troupe, when people knock on the door, you hide behind the curtain and don't even dare to let out a fart!"

Hearing An Tiankui's words turn around and give himself eye medicine in front of everyone, Wen Song was not to be outdone, and immediately jumped out and ridiculed each other, loudly counting the other party's previous inaction.

"Enough!"

Wu Mantun's face became more and more gloomy, and the two of them were stunned by a roar, and they didn't dare to say a word again.

"How the did I teach you two uncompetitive things, I'm so!"

Wu Mantun pinched the orchid finger and poked the heads of the two of them respectively, and the corners of his eyes jumped.

"You two take off your pants for me and lie on the bench, Lanyu, go get the family law!"

Hearing these three words, even An Tiankui and Wen Song, who were already in their twenties, were frightened, and a touch of fear appeared on their faces for no reason.

"Master, I was wrong, don't be angry, beware of being angry. ”

Wen Song's eyes rolled, and he hurriedly licked his face and came to Wu Mantun to laugh and admit his mistake.

"Take off your pants!"

Wu Mantun smiled coldly, and repeated word by word with a cold voice.