"Brothers, let's get angry!
Those with gifts would send a wave of gifts.
Those with money would support the cashier.
Those who don't have the money to support the show,
The free fluorescent light sticks started waving!
Finally,
Let us go another wave of 66666666666! "
The old Daoist priest shouted at the top of his lungs. His voice was almost hoarse, but his arms continued to swing around. He waved his arms with all his might. Sweat was already dripping from his forehead, and his body was almost half drenched.
When he first appeared, he still had the air of a transcendent being. Every movement of his carried with it an immortal aura.
Right now, he looked like an old rock fanatic. He had been singing more than ten songs in a row just now. He was the type who would raise his voice and shout until his voice was hoarse, and he sounded like he was about to cough blood.
"Priest, we're all on the same side. Stop singing!"
