The three of them were lined up in the air, very funny. ranwenｗ?ｗｗ?．

Michael, all he cares about is the little boy, and all Fan Chong wants is to run away as far as he can!

Michael, he wants to pass on his stunt to people with abnormal endowments, while Fan Chong is not a drunkard, but a drunkard, not about playing and being at ease in the landscape......

Three people, you look at me, I look at you, and for a while, the atmosphere of conversation in the sky became extremely solemn......

"You're making fun of me, take two homework books?" Michael, who was suddenly suspended in mid-air, straightened his outstretched right foot back and forth, like a bicycle leg, and his American bicycle suddenly braked, stopped, and stretched out his right hand to the comer.

Look at the visitor, about six or seven years old, dark blue shorts, white short-sleeved shirt, small dark blue light blue white tricolor striped bow tie, properly buttoned to his chest. He looked up at himself and showed a quiet smile, and his smile was wrapped in two childish little tiger teeth!

"Hello!" the little boy also extended his right hand and shook it amicably with Michael.

"Hello kids!" said Michael, who greeted politely, raising his eyebrows and poking his gaze at the little boy's homework booklet.

"Hey, old Uncle Mai, look!" I heard the elementary school student hand over the homework book with a smile, and his heart was "fluttering", waiting for the first level of judgment in the entertainment industry............

Squinting his eyes and carefully reading the contents of the homework book, Michael couldn't help but look up at the little boy----

"Hehe: What's your name?" said Michael, taking the homework books on both sides, and laughing secretly, but accidentally laughing......

"My name is Pando, I just turned seven, I just graduated from kindergarten, my dad is busy, send me to go to elementary school by myself!" the little child replied earnestly as he looked up at Michael's pure eyes. Obviously, there was no disappointment in his answer.

But the slightest disappointment vanished from the little boy in the blink of an eye, and he looked up at Michael's floating eyes, and soon a clear light bloomed......

"The light, that's what I want!" said Michael, delighted.

"Michael is not as cold as the rumors!" muttered the little one. But soon, he looked at Michael again, and his lifelong idol, his eyes, glowed with some kind of hope. As if it was going to be ignited......

Michael looked at his homework book, then at Pando, and then suddenly took out a small mirror from his pocket with his right hand and threw it in the air---- which instantly became three meters high and wide, and Michael danced in it. Then he turned his body around mysteriously, and the spinning space dance suddenly stopped......

The little boy named Pando also suddenly pulled off his hat and supported it with his left hand, and the brim of the hat supported his gently drooping head---- creating a beautiful shape.

"Oh. mygod!" Fan Chong was surprised. I muttered in my heart, it turns out that their soul music is what they did. There are not many words, and they collide directly with music, and to put it bluntly, they directly dedicate their dancing! No, the old man did not make a mistake in his judgment. He guessed that as soon as he fell, the small market began to reveal his role......

Suddenly, he pressed the little bow tie of his white shirt, and a burst of music sounded, and his feet slid on the clearing, like two small pulleys that kept slipping and moving forward, carrying his little body, dancing with high spirits, and moving his magical body subtly forward. Suddenly, he lifted his left foot up, and the whole person drew a circle in the air, and then he looked at Michael and waited for the other party's answer.

"Not bad!" Michael looked at Pando's childish face, happily stretched out his thumb, and made another OK gesture, which was not enjoyable, and snapped his fingers several times in succession.

"Hey, it's almost late!" the little boy named Pando, reaching for his homework book, seemed to be a little panting---- his dance was a little fast, and a little urgent.

"Bye-bye!" Michael quickly returned the homework book to him, and waved his hand regretfully, only to reluctantly let it go......

The little boy named Pando slid and walked backwards, and made a lot of reluctant gestures to Michael, and when Michael waved his hand, he suddenly stopped, and he turned around, and disappeared with a smoke......

"His foundation is good!" Fan Chong saw that the little guy ran away. He quickly stretched out his right hand, put the mirror away, and handed it to Michael......

Looking at Fan Chong's affirmative gaze, and then at Pando's disappeared back, Michael showed a very relieved smile......

Seeing Michael smiling, Fan Chong also smiled casually, but his smile hid a lot of unwillingness and sincerity.

Every time this ghost who lost his life saw Michael laughing, his heart was unspeakably painful......

Looking at Fan Chong's bitter gourd face, Michael was embarrassed for a while: "Although the fate with this fan is not shallow, but the luck is a little worse, he is now suspecting that I killed him for my own selfish interests......" Then he sighed, and suddenly his feet naturally slid away---- still a figure outside, and as soon as he lifted up, he ran away like a natural reaction......

After Michael's dance, his degree increased ---- very quickly, and it was incredible!

Soon they heard the sound of "Ride, Ride, Ride!" and then they heard a wave of tide rising subtly...... The sound quality of the tide is completely different: some are clear, some are muddy, some are focused, some are noisy, and some tides have just set off, and a wave throws it out of the aquarium......

"Oh, Mom, no......" They stopped just in time to hear such shouts......

Michael's back and forth this time straightened up, it was his left foot, this time stopped. Like a speeding donkey......

Fan Chong looked at Michael's braking posture and couldn't help but laugh out loud!

However, the smile did not last half a second, and he followed Michael and rushed away......

Wait for them to hurry up. When I rushed there, the entire rescue site was already in a state of disturbance......

I saw a glimmer of starlight lifting one, two, three, four blood weeds, and picking them up precariously---- the whole process of the blood weeds rising was very slow, like a kind of photographic technique in slow motion...... Suddenly, a sad music drifted in, and the rescue picture was like a three-dimensional resurrection picture, quietly lifting the magical picture scroll, the picture scroll was pagination, and it was opened by some mysterious wind---- "Bang Bang" (to be continued. )