Fang Daochang saw that he was about to stuff the dried fish into the trachea!

This plot is special......

It's better to play than him!

Anyway, if it weren't for the golden words that suddenly popped out, Fang Guiyuan really didn't notice that one of the woman's breasts had been deflated...... Sure enough, even if it is an immortal, is there a fake pursuit of big waves?

Also, that golden word is a barrage sent by the gods?

"Can I send it?" Fang Daochang was a little eager to try, and listened to the meaning of Ao Zi's previous words, and when he found the No. 1 channel of Shifang, he was also destined to send a message to ask someone.

"Yes. Ao Zi estimated that he had watched too many bloody dramas like this, his eyes were about to close, and he replied half-asleep, "But there is a limit to the number of pieces, only twenty." ”

Oh, then I won't complain.

Fang Guiyuan held back his desires, it was better to take a look quietly first, and talk about it when necessary.

The man who was talking inside seemed to have seen this barrage, and pointed at the woman with wide eyes and horror: "You even scratched your breasts!"

"No, that's not true!" the woman began to quibble, saying things like seeing is not believing.

The man has a determined face and insists on severing all relations with the woman.

The woman began to burst into tears again.

She threw her hand into her clothes, took out her prosthetic breasts, which were still intact, and threw them away, then straightened up the loose clothes, grabbed the man's hair, and said, "No! You can't abandon me! You have abandoned me once, and now you don't want me to leave again!"

The man's face was painful when he was caught, "It's impossible for us! I can't be with you! You even have that breast, it's all fake! It's all a lie to me!"

"I don't want to! We are one! I think back then, when we were young, you connected me and I connected you......"

At this time, the barrage came out again, and most of them were criticizing the bastard nature of the actor.

"No, it's not like that!" the man began to cry at her, and explained with grief, "back then...... You were my placenta back then!"

"There's no way I'm going to be with my placenta!"

As soon as these words came out, the barrage was gone, and Fang Daochang, who was also quietly complaining in his heart, was also confused-I didn't expect that the immortal would really be better than a mortal like him.

At least he didn't have a love-hate relationship with his placenta when he used to fool people.

After being shocked for a long time, the golden word that disappeared for a short time appeared again-

"Now the afterlife is getting more and more powerful, and the day fox, the day snake, the day pipa, these non-same non-living forms are counted, and now even their own placenta is not spared......

"That's it, the current afterlife is too terrifying!"

Thinking about it this way, the Chongxu Daoist back then was actually a group of innocent people, at least people didn't get excited about a placenta.

Then just when he gradually forgot what he was going to do and planned to continue watching, Ao Zi couldn't stand it anymore and directly changed the channel for him, "It's been so many years and it's still like this, heh......"

Fang Guiyuan chewed on the dried fish, and was startled by his sudden movements-he watched it so refreshingly, he hadn't seen such a pure and contrived drama for a long time.

It can be seen from the next few programs that these channels are indeed divided according to genres, because after skipping a few bloody and brain-dead dramas, Fang Daochang saw a magical program - a blind date for large singles.

The word large not only refers to the large scale of this show, but also means that the people who participate here are also large.

As soon as Fang Guiyuan caught a glimpse of it, he happened to see a giant squeezing down from the presiding platform with great sadness.

No way, he's too big.

Immediately after listening to the introduction, it was a disciple of a famous sect......

"Wait?" Fang Guiyuan said, "Isn't this the channel of the immortals, why are there still monks coming in?"

"Because people are famous...... Didn't you know that some big worlds would have dealings with the heavenly realm and the underworld?"

"Oh......"

As a professional bachelor who is destined to have no Taoist couple and no desire to find one, Fang Guiyuan glanced at the show at random, and then he was about to change the channel.

But the comrade who was obviously a sword cultivator said a word in time, which made Fang Dao Chang stunned.

He said, "Why do I need you to pimp?"

“...... I've never seen such a self-aware blind date!" Dao Chang Fang exclaimed, and then changed the channel without hesitation.

After all, if he's idle, why should he hurt himself to see this kind of person, hello, everyone, I don't think it's good, big dog men and women meeting?

There will be no wife in the poor road!

continued to change the channel, and finally changed to a ...... that looked different from the previous shows Program.

This time, the host ...... It's a big golden crow.

He took the form of a human and hung himself in the sky, and was broadcasting a fierce war to people.

Although it is said that there are no two days, but if it really hits the point of darkness, then it is not worth caring much about an extra sun.

"Hello audience, I am the host of this time, and I am now broadcasting a five-hundred-year continuous struggle for you in Chongming World......"

Hearing this war time, Fang Guiyuan was so frightened that the little fish were gone, "How can they fight for so long?!"

The host grinned, his teeth flashing with Fang Guiyuan, and snapped his fingers, "This audience member asked well, why do they have such a deep grudge, and they have been fighting against each other for five hundred years? Is this love or ......hate?"

Fang Dao Chang twitched the corners of his mouth, "Why...... Can this moderator hear me?"

The host snapped his fingers again.

As soon as I heard this, I knew that this viewer was a newbie who had just come into contact with the Wanjie Channel, but it doesn't matter, as an enthusiastic host, I can explain it to you in detail...... Oops, I'll go!"

The host, who had just hooked Fang Daochang's curiosity, was suddenly hit hard by an unknown object from below, and the whole bird was about to lose its feathers.

The unknown object didn't care about this accident at all, and rolled up his sleeves before he was about to carry his sword to the battlefield again.

The host grabbed this guy, "Fellow Daoist, please stay!"

"Climb away! You climb away from me! Alas, why are you so strong with melon skin?"

"Just waste a little time......" The presenter was not moved by the man's accent in the slightest, and after subduing the man who was constantly struggling to go to war again, he asked him, "May I ask why you two are fighting?"

The man grabbed his hair, which had become a straw basket, and said, "Beat him, do you still encourage him to have a melon peel?"

"That's the reason ......"

"What do you want? I don't know? I just watched them fight and get old, and I will beat him up with him!"

"Excuse me...... Why are you the way you are? Is there a conspiracy?"Look at how dirty and black you are...... If you weren't able to speak, you would almost not see that you were a human being.

"You nonsense!" the man spread his hands, "How can you be clean when you are hundreds of years old!

As soon as the words fell, another one was beaten to the sky.

The host took him in a friendly and helpful manner.

"Thank you!" the fellow, who also couldn't see the human appearance, hugged his fist and thanked him, and then immediately noticed the first thing next to him.

"What do you see? Lao Tzu looks good, Lao Tzu straights!"

So the man withdrew his gaze.

He didn't say anything, but first covered his chest and vomited a mouthful of blood.

The host still had a good impression of this polite monk who had no accent, and with a wave of his hand, he healed his wounds, and cleaned up the two of them by the way—otherwise he might not have been able to tell who was who.

As a result, the two of them couldn't stand this revelation.

The first one grabbed the sword and ran up, "It turned out to be your turtle son!

He went up and stabbed his opponent to death with a sword.

Later, when I saw that the person who was not on the same front as me, I suddenly felt bad - his wound was just right!

So the soles of his feet flashed with oil.

The two left one after the other, leaving only the host who was still responsible for the live broadcast to be messy in the wind.