Everyone hadn't recovered from Qinghui's neat series of movements just now.

I saw a girl in casual sportswear standing there casually.

Obviously, there is no expression on his face, his eyes are all lazy, and even the corners of his lips are stained with a hint of light red jam, and his movements are quite natural and casual.

Stand to reason.

But there are some dazzling lights on the stage, but it seems that infinite starlight is reflected in her eyes.

The white soft fingertips hooked the silver as the main body, and the crown inlaid with all kinds of exaggerated milky white gems was gently placed on Wang Mingxiu's hair.

For completing what she wanted to do, the little girl had a hint of satisfaction on her face, and she was still the same bad ruffian and obedient little appearance that she didn't look like.

Spirit Sword Qinghui has never been soft, gentle, and even irritable to spread the reputation of his little overlord throughout the whole world at the beginning, but it is also the most direct and true.

It's a bit of a gnashing of teeth, but it's not at all - boring.

This was originally a snatching battle, so the crown of the program group was relatively sturdy and not too valuable.

But just let Qinghui come up with a kind of willfulness and envy, I have the ability to crown you.

Even the crown that is a little inferior, that is, barely looking at the past, looks a lot taller.

It's obviously a soft and well-behaved little girl who can't be softer, but this feeling ......

Wang Mingxiu subconsciously took a step back, raised his hand, and stabilized the slightly cool crown on his head.

Several artists around were looking at the scene in front of them blankly and blindly.

I don't know whether to say that Qinghui's motor nerves are good, or whether to say something else.

And at this moment, the audience finally reacted.

The screams came and went, even crazier than before.

Even Qinghui was shocked by the sudden scream, and his body took a step back.

I just tripped over the microphone line behind me.

The fixed microphone was brought down by Qinghui again.

Qinghui subconsciously turned his head and reached out to pick it up.

Then I watched as the microphone stand that fixed the microphone collapsed, and the hollow black plastic barrel cracked through the middle.

Click.

The cute little girl had a blank look on her face, looked at the microphone she rescued again in her hand, and turned her head to look at the microphone stand on the ground.

Qinghui: ......

What's going on with you guys Luobei??

Lord Trapped Spirit Sword is unjust???

Again, it's a few small cakes???

Because he thought about losing a small cake, Lord Lingjian's original lazy aura dissipated a little, and he looked a little irritable, and turned his head to look at the audience that had made him subconsciously take a step back.

Then the scream intensified.

"Ahhhh!!h

"No, my girl's heart and my aunt's heart exploded together!!"

"Look here, Hui Cub!! I'll give you whatever you want!! I can't take it anymore!! ”。

"The old mother who just took office cried, the cub is so good, the old mother was still laughing when the jam of the cub was not wiped clean, the cub had already rushed up to bring the crown down, and then the next moment, the cub was not wearing it himself, but put his backhand on Sister Mingxiu's head, ah, ah, ah, why is the crown something that makes my girl's heart explode, I want it too, Hui cub, look at the humble old mother!!"