The short and round little devil, standing up is not as high as the back of the seat, pointing to the stage, and he is arrogant, and he doesn't know what kind of fart he is playing.

"Bastard, shameless!" Bai Ling scolded angrily.

Presumably this thing didn't say anything good, Ximen Jing asked, "What did he say?"

"You ask him to go, hmph, it's great to be rich!" Bai Lingqi's little face was like a bun, and his belly was full of fire on Ximen Jing.

This is like a human saying, rich is amazing! Ximen Jing agreed with her opinion for the first time, but he wondered even more in his heart, what the little devil said.

At this moment, a long-lost voice sounded: "Let this girl sing again, I will donate 100 million to your school, not 200 million!"

The voice of the sword spirit, the sword spirit who had been sleeping for nearly half a month actually woke up at this time, he could still understand Japanese, and without waiting for Ximen Jing to ask, the knife spirit roared: "Little devil, the old man wants to kill all the little devils in the world, don't stop the old man!"

As soon as this thing woke up, he shouted and shouted to kill, Ximen Jing heard that his translator was angry and rushed to his brain, these bastards dared to come to our country's territory to make a fortune, and they also made a lot of nonsense, do you really think that I have no one in China?

Suddenly, Ximen Jing saw that Bai Ling beside him looked at him with a surprised look, as if he had discovered something. She obviously didn't do anything, but she just thought about beating them up in her heart, and before she could put it into action, what could she find?

Ximen Jing opened her spiritual sense again, carefully probed Bai Ling, and did not find any spiritual power changes on her body, this girl should not be a spiritual priest or a monk. At this time, Bai Ling's face returned to normal, and he took his eyes off Ximen Jing, glaring at a few little devils with an atmosphere on his face.

There are very few people who know Japanese at the scene, but the arrogance of the little devil attracted all the reporters at the scene.

I don't know who shouted: "Hey, the little devil's pants are off!"

This voice is not small, and it has even changed the clamor of the little devil. Everyone looked in amazement, only to see that the little devil's pants fell to the ground, revealing his hairy legs and a white crotch cloth.

With a bang, thousands of people in the entire auditorium burst into laughter.

The little devil also found out that something was wrong, sat down suddenly, pulled up his pants, and looked around in horror, his face became redder and redder, and his figure was simply a purple eggplant.

I don't know what the little devil said to his entourage, the man got up and walked outside. One was obviously translated by Huaxia, and when they got to him, the two of them bit their ears.

The interpreter also got up and walked towards the school stand. Dozens of meters away, the surrounding sounds were noisy, and Ximen Jing only heard intermittent voices when he opened his ears, and the translator said to the school leaders about sponsoring 200 million yuan, and singing another song, and so on.

Ximen Jing secretly scolded in his heart, this bastard actually took Zhao Wanqing as a singer, and the price offered was really not low, 200 million even if it was a yen, it was equivalent to nearly 10 million Huaxia dollars, this goods was purely an early death, if he knew Zhao Wanqing's background, he would definitely not dare to do this, presumably the school would not agree, after all, Zhao Wanqing is not a child of ordinary people.

After the translator finished speaking, he waited for the school's reply, and just when Ximen Jing thought that they had touched a nose, a person from the school came out, walked on the stage, and said something to Zhao Wanqing.

Ximen Jing wondered in his heart, could it be that the school didn't know the background of the little hot girl?

Unexpectedly, the little hot girl also nodded, and it seemed that she agreed.

The little hot girl turned around and went back to the backstage for a while and came out again, she changed into the gray military uniform she wore when she danced just now, carried a simulated 38 big cover in her hand, came to the middle of the stage, picked up the microphone, and said: "The party has ended, but at the invitation of the enthusiastic audience, I will present you with a Dongshan folk song - pull the big bolt!"

The scene fell silent instantly, and the audience who had just gotten up and was about to leave sat back down again, listening intently to the little hot girl's performance.

"In 1937, the devil entered the Central Plains...... The devil will magnify the cannon, and we will pull the bolt......" The little hot girl raised the gun in her hand, made an aiming motion at the translator, and sang: "Take aim, kill a dog translator!"

Then she turned around and aimed at the little devil: "Bang hook, kill a little RB......"

The lyrics are just a few lines, and after singing, she turned around and strode backstage.

The scene was silent for a few seconds, and burst into laughter mixed with warm applause. A few little devils and the interpreter had angry expressions on their faces, and the entourage who had just left had already returned with a young man, and he was also standing next to listen to this anti-Japanese folk song, his face was very ugly.

Humpty Dumpty beckoned, called the young man to his side, and whispered in a low voice......

The party ended in a comedy, and the snoring of the guests today was worth the trip, and many people cast disdain and ridicule at those little devils.

Bai Ling said unprecedentedly: "Hey, this buddy of yours is really interesting, I'll talk to her later, hey, what is the relationship between the two of you?"

Ximen Jing was silent, his attention was always on the young devil, and the other party brought a palpitating sense of threat. This feeling, Ximen Jing has only felt from Luo Mingjun, Luo Siqiang father and son, it seems that this kid is not good at stubble. He couldn't help but raise his vigilance in his heart.

Seeing that Ximen Jing ignored her, Bai Ling snorted coldly and stopped speaking. When the auditorium was about to leave, the little hottie in a white down jacket came from the backstage, and she was also pulling a long-haired girl, who was the girl who played the piano before.

"The little master is so hungry, Ximen Jing has a treat at night, the master wants to eat barbecue!" The little hot girl pushed the shy long-haired girl forward and introduced: "This is the little master's girl, just soaked in the school year, how is Ximen Jing, envy?

The long-haired girl raised her head, glanced at Ximen Jing shyly, lowered her head and called out Brother Ximen's voice as thin as a gnat.

The little hot girl didn't forget to tease Bai Ling, and said: "This is Ximen Jing's niece, of course, she is also the niece of the master, you also have to call your niece, hehe, follow the elders of the master!"

The long-haired girl whispered hello to Bai Ling, who was crying happily, and never spoke again.

The Academy of Arts and Yunda are on the same street, and there are many colleges on this street, so it is named Wenhua Road. A group of four people left the art academy and drove a short distance and got on a fork in the road. The road is brightly lit and full of people, and from a distance, it looks like a fairyland.

Of course, this is not a real wonderland, but a barbecue street - Minzu Street.