"Hahahahaha..."
The surrounding men and women burst into uproarious laughter.
They were initially watching Zhou Xuexun's singing and dancing very seriously.
After all, this Celestial Dance was very famous.
Whether on domestic video websites or on YouTube abroad, it was at the forefront of click rates.
But Zhou Xuexun danced once, broke his wrist, danced again, and broke his thigh.
It was just too damn funny.
"Do you think I should learn this kind of dance?"
Yang Tian smiled lazily and raised his voice.
"Whoever learns it is a fool!"
"This dance is a fool's dance!"
"Haha, the fool's dance really kills me!"
The men and women around, with sharp eyes, laughed excitedly.
Yang Tian smiled lazily and said to Zhou Xuexun, who was groaning in pain on the ground: "My King of Singing, I really can't learn your dance, I don't want to end up like you, with broken hands and legs. I still want to be a normal person."
"You..."
