After Qiu Jun's perfect curtain call, the leaders walked up to the stage to shake their hands, and his godfather kept beating behind the reporters, and perhaps the most gratifying thing for him at this moment was that his godson had achieved so much, and his series of efforts were not in vain.

"Thank you, thank you"... Qiu Jun politely greeted the reporters who praised him on the side, and was slowly moving out of the hall.

Standing outside the door of the synagogue, breathing in the fresh air, Choo Jun reveled in the lingering blue feelings.

"Get out of here"! A reckless collision, his mouth kept sending out vicious insults, Qiu Jun was frightened by this sudden person and jumped out of consciousness, that person Si Swenwen, with a pair of glasses, seemed to be very knowledgeable, why was he so reckless, standing at the entrance of the hall, he pointed his finger at the position of the national flag, and said words that deviated from the motherland, it seemed that he was a rightist extremist, Qiu Jun was aware, and when the security personnel stepped forward to stop this person, he subconsciously dodged, He dragged Qiu Jun over and used him as a hostage.

"Don't move for me, I don't like to see you guys ecstatic like this, anyway, I can't escape today, so let this kid be buried with me"!

After saying those crazy words, Qiu Jun was also a little timid, he kept writhing and wanted to get rid of it, but the person grabbed Qiu Jun fiercely, he strangled Qiu Jun's neck, making it difficult for him to breathe, and at this critical juncture of nine deaths, a figure came out from under the steps behind him, one hand quickly grabbed the person's neck, and the other hand skillfully hit his ribs, making him deflated, and three times and two divided by two to subdue him.

Qiu Jun, who was rescued, was probably frightened, and arched his waist down, panting for breath, "Are you okay?" asked the soldier who was a soldier as he walked up to Qiu Jun with concern.

"It's okay, it's okay, thank you, Jie.. Uncle Fangjun".

"Don't call me uncle, I guess we're about the same age."

Qiu Jun raised his head to look at the soldier in front of him, and smiled slightly, "Dare to ask what your name is and where are you a soldier?" Will we still be able to meet in person? Untie... Uncle PLA, hahaha", Qiu Jun couldn't help but laugh after speaking.

"My name is Zhao Yang, and I serve in the Tibetan Fox Hunting Commando"!

"Asian Dancing King" Chapter 2: Uncle PLA, can we meet again? I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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