Finally, the pitch-black shell of the god-level priest slowly opened. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Yang Wangjun, who was lying on the god-level priest's stool, was exposed.

His body was trembling slightly and shaking at a frequency that was visible to the naked eye.

Yang Wanjun's hands grabbed the log handles on both sides of the god-level priest's stool that were tightly connected to the small iron pieces, his ten fingers were tightly clasped, the knuckles were obviously white, the knuckles were bulging, and the nails were buckled into the flesh of the palm of his hand, and he didn't feel pain.

The back of the exposed hand is covered with green tendons, as if it has used all the strength to breastfeed.

"Brother Yang, Brother Yang, what's wrong with you?"

The young man in the sports column group, who was tall and tall, wearing a dark Nike down jacket and carrying a camera, saw Yang Wanjun lying on the massage chair with a frightened face, as if he had been hurt by a million points, and couldn't help but take a step forward and asked loudly.

Yang Wanjun didn't speak, his face was expressionless, his eyes were blank, as if he hadn't heard the young man's question at all, and he didn't react.

"He looks like he's been wheeled a thousand times!"

The other people who watched the excitement on the TV station couldn't help but talk about it when they saw this.

"yes, what the hell is he?"

"Or did Yang Wanjun go to steal last night and overworked, and he was originally covered up well, but when he got into the massage chair, as soon as he relaxed, he couldn't help but have a shot, and the result was that he had a stroke immediately?"

The people who watch the excitement of the TV station are worthy of doing programs and planning, and they are well-informed and have many ideas, and they can think of what a strange answer.

"I said, could it be that this massage chair leaked electricity and charged Yang Wanjun, so he became this half-dead appearance?"

At this time, a relatively speaking, logically correct voice tone came, and it was immediately praised by everyone on the TV station.

"That's right!"

"Makes sense!"

"It must be like this, in fact, I have already discovered this problem, but I just don't say it, I want to see if any of you can see it, and it really didn't disappoint me!"

A recoiled afterthought appeared.

"Say, is there something wrong with your bullshit god-level priest's stool, and there is a leakage, which is why you have harmed Yang Wanjun, the ace host of our sports channel, into this appearance?"

The young man carrying the camera asked Yao Xiaobai with a sense of justice.

"Huh!"

Yao Xiaobai didn't expect that he would become a pond fish affected by the fire at the city gate, he was also calm, smiled and didn't speak, there was Liu Shaoyi, the huge number one shield in front of him.

"Don't worry! Wait! When I first came out of the god-level priest's bench yesterday, I was no better than Yang Wanjun now!"

Sure enough, Liu Shaoyi spoke: "It is estimated that it feels too cool and enjoyable in the god-level priest stool, so it takes some time to slow down and get used to it." ”

"What are you waiting for! Everyone is like this, it is estimated that they will have to call 120 for first aid, I will tell you! Just rush today, your gym will not be able to open. ”

The camera boy was indignant and said: "If my brother Yang has three longs and two shorts, neither of you can run!"

It was when he said cruel words, and suddenly, Yang Wanjun, who was originally paralyzed and lying on the massage chair, moved.

Holding the humanized armrests on both sides of the god-level priest's stool with both hands, he gritted his teeth and stood up.

If you want to take a step forward, you really stumble directly, and you are about to use your little face to eat to make intimate contact with the ground of the gym.

Fortunately, the young man in the camera, who was quick with his eyes and hands, quickly took two steps forward, and reached out to hold Yang Wanjun's hand, which avoided the catastrophe of his little face.

"Brother Yang, Brother Yang, what's wrong with you? Is this massage chair leaking and electrifying you!"

"Do you want to call 120 and go to the hospital to check and see if there is anything wrong with your body?"

"I still have to call the police directly and close this gym, I can't let them do such harm anymore!"

Yang Wanjun didn't speak, just shook his head blankly, waved his hand, and staggered forward, without looking back, looking lost and depressed.

"Tut-tut, it seems that this god-level priest stool is really powerful!"

Liu Shaoyi saw Yang Wanjun's appearance, and thought proudly in his heart: "It seems that I have won this bet, and I have won another 4,000 oceans!"

"Three bets before and after, 1,000, 2,000, 4,000, a total of 7,000 yuan!"

"The blood that fell out of my wallet here yesterday is basically full! This Yang Wanjun is really a good person!"

Thinking so, he chased forward, patted Yang Wanjun's back, which was already a little clumsy, and asked, "How is it! Isn't this god-level priest stool very powerful, beyond your expectations, a novel experience that you have never felt before!"

As soon as Liu Shao's question came out, everyone on the TV station immediately looked at him with a look of foolishness.

"It seems that this Liu Shaoyi is really stupid! A person who looks quite refreshing and smart on weekdays, why is his brain not enough when it comes to a critical moment?"

"No matter how novel this god-level priest stool is, it is powerful, and violent!"

But the mouth is on Yang Wanjun's face, and what he wants to say is not up to him. ”

"Originally, I saw that Yang Wanjun looked like he had lost his soul, and I was still thinking, this gamble and this pit are estimated that Liu Shaoyi avoided it, but I didn't expect him to take the initiative to send it to the door, looking for death and delivering food!"

"Hmm!"

Yang Wanjun was still in an extremely shocked and frightened mood at the moment, and he did not come back to his senses.

Hearing Liu Shaoyi's question, he didn't think about it, he just nodded subconsciously, it should be.

As soon as this answer came out, the people who were still talking about it and were waiting to watch the lively TV station suddenly quieted down.

There is one counted, all of them are bosses with their mouths open, their eyes are round, and they are staring at Yang Wanjun and Liu Shaoyi behind him, with a face full of disbelief.

"How so?"

"Did Yang Wanjun get water in his brain?"

"Don't he know that this sound, his 4,000 yuan will be lost?"

"What's going on, isn't that massage chair still brainwashing?"

However, the people who eat melons in Hongtang Village on the periphery are no longer strange, and they are chatting very high, and several of them even keep the rhythm of knocking melon seeds intact and have not been interrupted!

Liu Shaoyi and Yao Xiaobai were also smiling and calm.

At this time, Yang Wanjun finally came back to his senses amid the exclamations of the TV station.

He turned his head to look at the people around him, and then remembered what he had just done, and immediately regretted it.

wanted to change his words, but found that Liu Shaoyi had already taken over the stack of red banknotes in Yao Xiaobai's hand, and he was counting 1510 happily.

"Hey!"

Yang Wanjun subconsciously slapped his brain and was speechless.

At this moment, his heart is full of unwillingness, stealing chickens and rice, like a gambler who wants to turn the book with red eyes, his eyes are red, thinking about the opportunity to turn the book.

Yang Wanjun stared at Liu Shaoyi, looking at his eyebrows and smiling, resisting the urge to slap the past in his heart.

Turning his head to look around, suddenly, he saw something.

"yes, that's it!"

Yang Wanjun thought so in his heart.