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With their simple obsessions that have not changed through the ages, and the brave blood that lives up to the head of a teenager, they have been deterring all kinds of demons and ghosts from all walks of life who are high above and regard people like ants for thousands of years, and guard the last dignity of the weak.
Salute to the eternal ranger! "
The forceful emphasis and the soul-stirring story not only made everyone at the same table look over.
Even the people at several tables around them looked sideways frequently, which made Xiaoya quite embarrassed.
She quickly apologized to the diners sitting next to her: "I'm sorry to disturb everyone, I will turn down the voice now."
Unexpectedly, the diners sitting next to him were stopped.
"Don't, the voice is too low, I have to prick my ears to hear clearly!"
"Girl, what show are you watching?"
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What happened here quickly attracted the worried store manager.
After understanding the situation, and seeing that there were many customers who were paying attention, the store manager took advantage of the opportunity to ask Xiaoya for the address of the live broadcast room, and directly projected the screen to the large LCD TV in the lobby.
The singers who performed in the store were not happy at first.
But the wonderful content of the show soon made them devote all their attention to it, and became exactly like other diners.
"It turns out that the martyrdom incident of the ranger in Nanguo Mansion was first spread by this anchor through the live broadcast room!"
"This anchor is really lucky, just happened to catch up with this kind of focus event."
"It is estimated that this matter has attracted a lot of fans for this anchor."
As laymen, the diners who talked a lot had no idea how much pressure Pan An was under at that time.
There is a saying like this?
I only saw the thief eating the meat, but I didn't see the thief being beaten.
That's pretty much what it means.
With the music of Wu Song killing the murderous wife, played by the band, these dozens of diners, including more than a dozen shop assistants, and even the resident singers, have completely fallen in love with this show?
However, up to now, the vast majority of people in this store regard the concert being staged in Furong City as a more grand live broadcast.
I didn't realize that this piece of music was written by Pan An.
Everyone just thinks that this song really fits the tragic background of Wu Song's martyrdom in Nanguo Prefecture in Hejian Prefecture, it's a perfect match!
Until the short film related to the second song Zhao Zilong was presented in front of them through the TV.
This was another piece of content that surprised them.
They all know the martyrdom of Wu Song in Hejian Prefecture in Nanguo Prefecture.
But I don't know how this matter broke through the blockade of the cabinet and spread, and finally caused a lot of trouble.
They also didn't know where the news that the Speaker of the Silver Fox suppressed and excluded the black-clothed ranger from the Supervision Office came from in the first place.
This incident directly caused countless people in the entire empire to take to the streets, forcing the chairman of Yinhu to resign. No matter the process or the result of the incident, it can be called earth-shattering.
Now, everyone knows.
It turned out that the whole incident was revealed by the legendary ranger Chang Shan Zhao Zilong himself, and the source was still this live broadcast room.
The sense of astonishment brought about by the accident appeared on almost everyone's face in this restaurant.
It's a pity that in the related videos, all the content related to Junzhou has been cut out, otherwise they will only be more shocked and even worried.
It is precisely because of this that these new audiences can only taste the dangers of the legendary ranger old man's fame and battle in his youth from Zhao Zilong's song.
As for the lofty aspirations that thousands of people have committed to, they have been buried deeply, and few people know about it.
Furong City, Workers Stadium.
When the temporary band formed by the host finished playing Zhao Zilong's piece, Pan An took the lead in giving them applause.
The audience on and off the court also gave face, waving the small slaps in their hands without hesitation.
But the time and enthusiasm are far inferior to Pan An's treatment.
No, when the audience saw Pan An holding the microphone and coming back to position c, they immediately stopped their applause and began to shout loudly: Don't call me a hero!
From being uneven to being in unison, that is, the coordination time between two and three seconds.
The entire Gongti was flooded with unspeakable chivalry.
Everyone thought that after Zhao Zilong, he should not be called a hero, otherwise it would be too unreasonable.
Pan An is as good as a gentleman: "Okay, I don't call you a hero!"
As soon as the voice fell, the entire inside and outside of the worker was replaced by huge cheers.
These viewers seem to feel that this is a victory that belongs to them?
As the music started, the noise gradually subsided, and Pan An brought the microphone to his mouth, before he could step on the node and speak.
Nearly [-] spectators in the stands and outside the venue began the chorus again:
"Put the sunset on the lapel
Yu Hui sent me to lead an old horse
I'm passing by people in Yancun.
Just like the hometown was flying flowers back then"
Pan An was taken aback for a moment, then gave these uncles a thumbs up, and joined the chorus not to be outdone.
This scene, through the live broadcast room in Qi Cheng'er's hand, quickly spread in countless corners of the empire.
The passionate words, the tune with super cool rhythm, and the ancient style of body protection.
Almost instantly, every passer-by who heard this song fell in love with it, eager to know the name of this song.
Countless fans held Pan An's live broadcast room, so they ushered in a rash of inquirers
The wandering singer at the subway entrance in Chang'an, the imperial capital, had attracted dozens of passers-by by virtue of how lucky he was.
Some of these passers-by, after listening to the song, either left some small Chinese banknotes, or just bowed their heads and hurried away again.
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