Chapter 152: Seven Nights' Show Three

The cultural square in front of the bikini clothing store was crowded with people, and the last round of fashion shows was in full swing.

What is surprising is that it is completely different from the previous bewitching and charming beauties of all races, but the model of the final finale is a stupid boy who does not understand the amorous style.

That's right, the male model in front of him, from the professional perspective of the modeling industry: this is a completely inferior fool, although he has the appearance of the sword clan who can barely ascend to the elegant hall, but his stiff posture and sluggish expression are completely lacking in the style that a model should have, but it is completely like, oh no, just a fool.

And this fool is none other than Sanba!

This is one thing that makes Sanba incomprehensible and extremely annoyed, obviously he didn't do anything, just relying on a few nonsense words from the clown in front of him, that is, the host, but attracted so many people to come and watch.

"Could it be that this person also knows the way of pyramid schemes? Why can't I hear the subtleties in it? But his demagogic and glamorous effect is really completely comparable to witchcraft! It's really infuriating!"

Sanba, who had completely given up resistance and was exhausted, glanced at the frantic restless crowd around him again. He looked up to the sky again and smiled bitterly, sighing heartily in his heart.

This is the first time that Sanba has faced so many enthusiastic eyes, and if he were his usual person, he would definitely be excited to be the focus of everyone's attention. But now, he just wanted to find a crack in the ground as soon as possible.

"Ladies and gentlemen, all the distinguished guests present!" the host did not care about Sanba's thoughts, he continued to spew saliva excitedly: "After some passionate introduction, I believe that you have opened your eyes and have an understanding of the beast suit in front of you. So, tell me out loud, what is the most popular beast clothing of the year?"

"Silver Bear Suit!" "Silver Bear Suit!" ......

And when the host stretched out the wooden stick in his hand to the audience, the crowd broke out into a burst of unanimous shouts.

Oh, no, of course not in unison, in this cheer, naturally mixed with the discordant sound of the Seven Nights. Qiye was crowded in the crowd, he waved his hands vigorously at Sanba, and shouted: "Hey, little Sanba, dead Sanba, dead Sanba! Can you hear me?"

"That's right, it's the Silver Bear suit in front of you. In the midst of everyone's wave of joy, the host put on a deep poss, he pointed around with one hand, and said again:

"And this silver bear suit born for the Holy War, not ten thousand eight, not one thousand eighteen, only nine hundred and ninety-eight! That's right, as long as nine hundred and ninety-eight, you can bring it back to the battlefield from our clothing store!"

At this point, the host suddenly paused, and he pressed down with both hands, signaling everyone to calm down. And when the scene was a little quieter, he frowned and said, "Not only that, but here, I have to announce a good news. That is, I will pick one lucky viewer from among you to feel the texture of this silver bear suit on our male model!"

"Me!" "Pick me!" ......

The host's words naturally caused another wave of frenzy among the audience, and they desperately squeezed forward, which made the staff who maintained order miserable, and some of them even emitted a faint blue light with their outstretched arms, using Yili to block the crazy crowd.

The wooden stick in the host's hand emitted a dazzling blue light, and his voice suddenly doubled.

"Alas, it seems that everyone can't wait to touch our sacred suits, but here we are sorry for the legacy: we only have one lucky spectator. However, don't worry, the other Silver Bear suits from our clothing store will arrive soon. ”

At this point, the host pointed his finger at the audience again and said loudly: "Then, next, let's carry out our exciting selection session! Let me randomly point out such lucky darlings." ”

"Me!" "Pick me!" ......

"What? Lucky darling! Of course it has to be Uncle Ben!" Qiye shouted, and the blood rushed to his brain, causing him to throw away the sentence that Yexin had told him thousands of times, "Don't make trouble outside, and don't use Yili until you have to!"

I saw that Qiye's left hand forcefully pushed away the fat woman in front of him, and at the same time, his right hand violently held the Qiji sword behind him. With a "bang" sound, Qiye pulled out his sword and threw it diagonally.

"Zheng!" With a bang, the Qiji sword slashed through the sky a few times, and finally perfectly inserted it between the host's legs.

This sudden scene directly shocked all the audience present, and the scene suddenly fell into a deathly silence. And the host was so frightened that his legs trembled, and his crotch was wet in an instant.

"The king is back!" and in the next moment, a figure with his right fist against his head, bowing his head and contemplatively cool posture appeared out of thin air.

"Phew!" passers-by, who had been silent for a while, suddenly burst into a soft boo.

This made Nanaya's heart feel a wave of pride, and he seemed to feel the burning adoring gaze of the people behind him, but when he looked up, all the beautiful illusions turned into foam again.

It turned out that the uproar was the awkward posture of Nanaya at this time: he was half-kneeling under the host's crotch, and when he looked up, his mouth was only a fraction of a millimeter away from something between the host's legs, which was easily reminiscent of a position in bed.

"Oh! no!"

Seven nights and the host wailed almost at the same time, after that.

Qiye consciously punched the lower part of the host, and the latter covered his crotch and flew out directly with another long wail.

"Boom!"

The host hit one of the four people in the strange pose of "raise the middle finger and aim at the three-eight", and with the fall of the young man who was hit, the other three people in the same pose wailed in despair almost at the same time:

"Oh! no!"

"Phew!"

As soon as the words of the three people fell, everyone was in an uproar.

I saw that the Yin Sword under Sanba's feet suddenly "buzzed", and then it broke away from the ground without warning and shot into the air, and Sanba also lost his balance and fell to the ground, making a loud "boom".

The blue light of the sword shot straight at the window of the bikini store, whistling over Nightcore's head, aiming precisely at the obscene fat face attached to the glass window.

"Oh! no!"

The obscene little eyes of the fat man in the clothing store suddenly increased several times, and his mouth was even more wail, and in an instant, his psychology

After an instant, I only heard a crisp sound of "popping", and the glass turned into a burst of rain, splashing away, and the flying sword directly shattered the thick glass of Yizhi.

"Yue'er, be careful!" Yexin was also panicked, and he subconsciously hugged March tightly.