Space Spirit Spring: Farmer Girl Cleverly Headed Home

"Su Haitang translated a total of 16 foreign language versions within the specified time, no errors or omissions, and the results are valid!"

Zhu Keyi announced loudly, triggering a frenzy of applause again!

Su Haitang bowed to thank him, with a light smile on his face, silently playing the national anthem in his heart, imagining a five-star red flag rising slowly behind him!

"It's time for the next match! Contest!"

Ling Yuan Keiko snatched the microphone in Autumn and gave the order, angrily on the basement to change clothes.

"Come on, Su Haitang!"

The audience kept crying, and Su Haitang smiled brightly, leaning to the microphone handed over in autumn.

"Please wait and see! Friendly reminders, friends who are not in good health, please be careful not to get too excited; some parents with children will take their children out temporarily."

"Everyone is happy to come and go, don't have any accidents."

Su Haitang's words immediately aroused the howling screams and whistles of wild wolves!

"I wish our players a wonderful game, please give them time to prepare."

In the autumn, he took back the host stick and invited Bai Zhu to the stage.

"The audience and friends who came to the scene today are blessed. Because next, we will invite Boss Bai to perform for us. Everyone applauds!"

This is communicated in advance, and even the accompaniment tape is ready.

The gongs and drums were tapped together, and the white scorpion shook his robe on stage, and began to sing clearly.

"I was so scared to hear him that I was sweaty, and I didn't speak the truth until today after fifteen years..." [1]

Bai Zhu plays two corners by himself, perfectly digesting the completely different singing voices between Yang Yanhui and Princess Tiejing, perfectly connecting, changing freely, and singing very softly and vividly!

The audience cheered endlessly!

"Mingzhu, anyway, we have already won one game. Winning or losing this game is not important. Don't put too much pressure on you."

Yan Fangqiong has a motherly heart, helping her daughter to organize her Kung Fu clothes.

"My aunt is right. That little devil has already lost one game. This one must be desperate. Maybe she will make some insidious tricks. This contest is still proposed by her. You must be careful!"

Jane Ruyi brought water to his cousin to moisturize her throat, and urged uneasy.

"When you see something wrong, you voluntarily concede defeat, jump out of the circle, don't be so stupid to exchange injuries with her, she is not worthy!"

Su Haitang can't laugh or cry, why doesn't anyone think she can win?

"Don't worry, I know. Sister is a woman who wants to go abroad to dominate the world! The little princess of the country of Japan is just a dust on the soles of her sister's expedition. You can't even do it, don't worry!"

"Whose sister are you?" Jian Ruyi glanced at her, inspired by her overwhelming confidence.

"Don't be complacent, be careful, and value every opponent. Once this exemption letter is signed, my heart will always hang."

"Mingzhu, don't scare your mother, don't be aggressive, you should abstain if you abstain, don't be afraid of shame."

Yan Fangqiong clutched her tight chest, her face faintly pale.

"This is not a cowardly escape, but a strategy! Isn't there still a third game? Pick your best and defeat her. No one will say anything."

Su Haitang was worried about her physical condition, and took the water cup with the ingredients and passed it to her mother with the spirit spring water to replenish her energy.

"Mom, don't go out for a while, I'm afraid you can't stand the excitement. Sister, you're here with my mom, wait for the replay when you look back."

Su Haitang settled in the group of relatives and friends, tidy up all over, and returned to the stage.

The circle of two meters in diameter has been drawn, and the white lime powder is evenly sprinkled, and it looks quite round and beautiful.

Su Haitang stood on the right side of the circle and quietly looked at the stage entrance on the left.

Ling Yuan Keiko whispered something to a strange man next to him, and the man nodded suddenly, like a habit of a neon man taking orders.

Then the man lowered the brim of his hat and hurried away, avoiding others.

Something's wrong.

Su Haitang narrowed his eyes, and a bad premonition rose in his heart.

"Brother, keep up with the man who wears a dark gray woolen coat and a woolen hat of the same color. He should have a gun! Black trousers and shiny black lace-up shoes!"

"You can play with peace of mind and leave it to me." Yan Yige agreed, staring at the target like a falcon, squeezing into the crowd and disappearing.