Gamers Are Fierce

Because the killing field system has its own appearance adaptation function, in the eyes of these townspeople, Li Ang is not a weird person wearing a full set of red sweaters, but an Asian youth wearing Victorian clothes, without a sense of disobedience.

The crowd involuntarily cleared a clearing, and the bald mayor looked over and said, "You are..."

"This is the monk who came to the Kingdom of Luen from the Great Tang in the East, Brother Dao. The following are his disciples."

Frederick the lumberjack hurriedly explained: "Brother Blade has profound wisdom and profound knowledge from the mysterious East."

"Um... I recognize you, you are the lumberjack who lives in the forest."

The mayor looked at Frederick, remembered the identity of the weird woodcutter, nodded, and looked at Li Ang, "This monk...you say you have a way to help us solve the current situation?"

"Yes."

Li Ang nodded and waved his palm behind him, indicating that his teammates do not need to follow up, "I can let the residents of Hamelin Town and the African-American residents who have come to settle here reach an agreement.

Live together and live in harmony in a way that is acceptable to both parties. "

"what?"

The mayor’s face collapsed again. In fact, he wanted to send all the black people away, out of sight and out of mind.

However, such remarks cannot be said in public.

"Well," the mayor had no choice but to say, "your solution is..."

"Hehe," Li Ang showed a mysterious smile on his face, "Come with me."

I saw that Li Ang quickly entered the street bar, moved out a lot of tables and chairs, and built a simple stage in the middle of the road.

On the stage again, a table was placed, and he stood outside the table.

Together with the black residents who leaned on the windows and looked down, no one could understand what he was doing.

Like a magic trick, Li Ang took out a gown for talking about cross talk from his clothes and put it on him, then looked at the stunned townspeople below, and said calmly: "I need a volunteer, who will come? ?"

The townspeople looked at each other, and no one dared to stand up. The hippie sneered, and put his hands around his chest, as if watching the show.

He is an expert in expelling pests. Even he can't solve a problem. How can an Asian monk from the East have a solution?

Li Ang frowned and urged: "Hurry up, this is for your own benefit."

The townspeople's heads shook, and the mayor looked around for a while, and found no righteous person to stand up, so he set up a solemn and solemn face, and quietly stretched his palms to the back, violently pushing the back of a young townsman standing next to him.

The hapless young townsman was violently pushed, losing his balance at his feet, staggering forward,

The mayor looked happy and began to applaud vigorously, "Okay! Faust, I didn't misunderstand you! I'll let Lawn give you a raise when I look back."

Under the lead of the mayor, all the townspeople began to applaud and applaud the quarry worker named Faust.

"you guys..."

The expression on Faust’s face changed a little, but he wanted to go back to the crowd again, but seeing everyone applauding him enthusiastically, this young worker, who is usually active and unwilling to be mediocre, was also a little fancied.

Blushing in a daze, he climbed onto the stage set up temporarily by Li Ang.

"Sir, what should I do?"

"Don't be nervous, young man." Li Ang smiled, "What we are going to do is a traditional oriental folk performance called ‘cross talk’. You only need to cooperate with me and talk to you at the appropriate time."

"Good, good."

Faust swallowed, thinking wildly about what ‘cross talk’ was.

Li Ang didn't take care of the volunteer. He flicked his coat, slapped the table, and said loudly to the townspeople and the African-American residents who were onlookers: "Today, we will talk to you about cross talk."

"Huh!" Faust replied subconsciously.

Li Ang nodded and said indifferently: "The content of this cross talk is a story of seeking relatives."

"Yes." Faust felt he had the trick.

"The hero of the story is a little Nico."

"What?!" Faust was shocked, ignoring any cross talk show, and hurriedly said: "Is it fair? Is it fair? Is it fair? Your Excellency, how can you use discriminatory vocabulary?"

"Huh?" Li Ang looked blank, "What discriminatory vocabulary?"

"Ni, Nico!"

Li Ang was even more confused, "Nico is a discriminatory word?"

"Of course!" Faust was eager to prove that he was a good resident who would not engage in any racial discrimination. "This is an insult to our dearest African brothers and sisters. How can you use this word?"

"Hi!" When Li Ang heard it, he waved his hand, "Misunderstood, misunderstood, I don't mean brothers and sisters of African descent."

"Then you mean?"

Li Ang explained: "In our East China Tang, the girl who wears Lolita style clothes is called Lo Niang, and the boy who wears Nike is also called Brother Ni. You know, Nike is a clothing brand. Nico is Refers to the boys who wear this brand."

"Oh oh oh," Faust lifted his heart down again, "understand, you continue, but it is best not to use the word Nico, I am worried that our dear brothers and sisters of African descent will have Misunderstanding. Misunderstanding that we are the kind of extreme and narrow racist."

"Hey, it's troublesome." Li Ang raised his coat sleeves and curled his lips.

"Ok."

"The hero of our story is named Nico."

"Why is it Nico?!!!" Faust felt that he was about to collapse.

"Huh?" Li Ang glanced at him, "Brother, your ears are not working well? I didn't say it was Nico."

"Then what are you talking about?"

"Mud plowing, the mud of the soil, the plowing of the cultivated land." Li Ang explained.

"Who would give this name to a normal person?!"

"You don't know about this~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Li Ang smiled and said: "In this little mud farming hometown, it often rains and the ground is full of mud, and their family has to farm all the time, so Just came up with such a name. "

"..." Faust's face was painful and tight, and this explanation was also full of malice. "May I ask, where is this mud farmer from?"

"People from the Kingdom of Loen."

"Oh, that's good." Faust breathed a sigh of relief.

"The ancestors came from Africa." Li Ang added.

"Isn't this still Nico!?" Faust collapsed completely, and he didn't care about the effort at this moment. He had already said the word Nico many times.

"Africa is not all black, but there are white people in Egypt." Li Ang was a little annoyed, "You still let me talk?"

"You said you said." Faust chuckled like a forceful smile, he didn't dare to delve into the complexion of the protagonist in this story.