Listening to the sneering laughter of the audience below.

Luan Yunping looked down and touched himself.

He just said leisurely: "Do I look so much like your mother?"

Qin Mo's eyes rolled, pointed at him and said, "I'm sorry!"

Luan Yunping's expression changed several times.

Finally, he looked shy: "Are you going to flip my brand?"

"No, no!"

Qin Mo quickly denied it, shook his head and waved his hand, and gave him a new title: "Zhaojia!"

"puff!"

"Hahaha……"

The audience burst into laughter.

Isn’t this “miscellaneous family” the eunuch’s claim to be?

Luan Yunping scratched his head and asked at the audience: "Why are you so happy at this time?"

He didn't say it was okay.

As soon as they said this, the audience was even more happy and unable to control themselves.

"I'm old grandson!"

Qin Mo smiled and pointed at him and said a title again.

It corresponds to the previous joke between Bull Demon King and Sun Wukong.

The audience who had not yet recovered couldn't help but laughed again.

"I'm a monk?"

Luan Yunping felt a little uncomfortable.

"Don't say it!"

Qin Mo stretched out his hand, "There are also monks? I am a monk, a nun, and a man, these are all first-person!"

"All right!"

Luan Yunping was too lazy to care about the title he had just called, so he nodded and said.

This matter has passed.

"So, our language is particularly complicated!"

Qin Mo continued to talk, "Most of our crosstalk actors use Mandarin on the stage, and they can't be like this actor..."

He raised his hand and pointed to Luan Yunping next to him, blurting out: "You can't speak too much!"

"What? You'll wait?"

Luan Yunping's expression changed instantly. As the audience laughed, he grabbed Qin Mo, "You say it again? What's wrong with me?"

"You didn't hear it clearly?"

Qin Mo repeated calmly, "You can't speak too much..."

"roll!"

Luan Yunping pushed Qin Mo so hard that he almost launched the stage for him.

Pointing at the figure that was leaving, he turned his head and said to the audience angrily: "Is it like this? Are there such actors? Standing on the stage, cursing, right?"

Look at Qin Mo again.

He looked around with a confused look on his face, scratched his head and walked back, and said in confusion: "Why did I get there?"

"Puff, hahaha!"

"Is this kid so stupid?"

"It's so funny!"

The audience was overjoyed.

Luan Yunping on the stage was filled with righteous indignation and pointed at Qin Mo and said, "What a noble stage this is? You actually said my 'sb' directly?"

"What's wrong with SB?" Qin Mo said in confusion.

Luan Yunping frowned: "What's wrong? This is just a curse!"

"I said you're talking too much, sb..."

Qin defaulted to the truth and solemnly explained, "It's just: whatever!"

"hold head high?"

Luan Yunping's angry expression instantly closed, his eyes were stunned, he scratched his head, and looked at Qin Mo in a daze.

Amid the shouts of the audience in the audience, his face became more and more awkward.

Qin Mo took the blame instead.

He said angrily: "I said you are so casual. The way you write and pronounce in Mandarin is different. How can the meaning be the same?"

"ah!"

Luan Yunping recovered and began to find a supplement for himself, "That may be the polyphonic word!"

Qin Mo looked back at him.

His eyes were clearly filled with contempt.

Then he looked at the audience, pointed at Luan Yunping, shook his head and sneered: "This sentence is even more sb!"

"More casual!"

Luan Yunping smiled and said.

"fail!"

As a result, Qin Mo said such a word.

Luan Yunping's smile stopped again and asked Qin Mo: "How many explanations do you have in this SB?"

“Too many!”

Qin Mo counted on his fingers.

"Whatever, failure, equipment, mouse, water cup, stone tablet, work, watch, sesame cake, scallop, 38..."

He said so many words starting with "sb" in one breath.

Finally, he pointed at Luan Yunping and said, "If you don't work hard when you are young, you will be the boss!"

This time.

Luan Yunping was not anxious or impatient, but instead said with a smile: "Oh, it turns out that I am the same as Shaobing!"

"Hey, this is the language skill!"

Qin Mo re-entered the topic, "Our language is profound and profound, it is a very simple sentence, and he has many meanings!"

"Yes!" Luan Yunping said with a thumbs up, "the meaning can be ever-changing!"

"In front of so many audiences, I say a simple sentence, you may not understand..."

Qin Mo hasn't finished speaking yet.

Luan Yunping interrupted directly: "Impossible!"

"I have to argue?"

"You try?"

"Then let's just say something simple and see if he can understand it!"

Qin Mo loosened the collar of the coat. Of course, this was not a panic, but told the audience: We are coming!

The audience also focused all their attention.

I want to hear what Qin Mo wants to say.

"Come on, listen!"

Qin Mo raised his hand and said, "One jia, how many?"

"Two!"

Luan Yunping blurted out.

"Don't you understand?"

Qin Mo smiled and explained, "One jia, or one!"

"How could it be one?"
To be continued...