Gamers Are Fierce Chapter 340: Crosstalk

Because the killing system has its own appearance adaptation function, in the eyes of this group of townspeople, Li Ang is not a weirdo in a full red sweater, but an Asian youth in Victorian clothes, without any sense of disobedience.

The crowd involuntarily cleared an open space, and the bald mayor looked over, “You are…”

“This is a monk who came to the Loen Kingdom from the Great Tang Dynasty in the East, Brother Dao. The latter are his disciples.”

Frederick the lumberjack hurriedly explained: “Brother Knife possesses profound wisdom and esoteric knowledge from the mysterious East.”

“Um…I know you, you’re the lumberjack who lives in the forest.”

The mayor looked at Frederick, recalled the identity of this eccentric lumberjack, nodded, and looked at Li Ang, “This monk…you say you have a way to help us solve the current situation? “

“That’s right.”

Li Ang nodded and waved his palm behind him, indicating that his teammates did not need to follow, “I can let the townspeople of Hamelin Town and the African-American residents who came to settle here reach an agreement,

Live together and live in harmony in a mutually acceptable way. “

“Huh?”

The mayor’s face fell again, he actually wanted to send all the black people away, out of sight and out of mind,

However, this is not to be said in public.

“Okay,” the mayor had 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, took out a lot of tables and chairs, and set up a simple stage in the middle of the road.

On the stage again, put a table, and stood outside the table.

With the black residents looking down from the windows, no one could understand what he was trying to do.

Like a magic trick, Li Ang took out a coat for speaking cross talk from his clothes, put it on himself, looked at the bewildered townspeople below, and said indifferently, “I need a volunteer. , who is coming?”

The townspeople looked at each other, no one dared to stand up. The hippie sneered and folded his arms around his chest, looking like he was watching a good show.

He is an expert in expelling pests. Even he can’t solve the problem, how can an Asian monk from the East have a solution.

Li Ang frowned and urged: “Come on, this is for your own good.”

The heads of the townspeople shook. The mayor looked left and right for a while. When he saw that no righteous person stood up, he put on a solemn and solemn face, and quietly stretched his palms to the back, and violently pushed a young townsman standing next to him. ‘s back.

The hapless young townsman was shoved violently, lost his balance on his feet, and stumbled forward,

And the mayor looked happy, and took the lead in applauding vigorously, “Okay! Faust, I really didn’t see you wrong! I’ll ask Lawn to give you a raise when I look back.”

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

“You…”

Faust’s expression changed a bit. He really wanted to go back to the crowd, but seeing everyone applauding him warmly, this young worker who was usually active and unwilling to be mediocre was also somewhat sought after. fluttering,

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

“Your Excellency, what should I do?”

“Don’t be nervous, young man.” Li Ang smiled. “What we are going to do is a traditional oriental folk art performance called ‘cross talk’. You just need to cooperate with me and talk to me at the right time.”

“Okay, okay.”

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

Li Ang didn’t take care of the volunteer, only to see him shaking his coat, slamming the table, facing the townspeople and the African-American residents onlookers, and said loudly: “Today, we will tell everyone a cross talk. “

“Hmm!” Faust responded subconsciously.

Li Ang nodded and said indifferently: “The content of this cross talk is a story about finding relatives.”

“Yeah.” Faust felt he got the hang of it.

“The hero of the story is a little Nico.”

“What?!” Faust paled in shock, ignoring any cross talk shows, and hurriedly said, “Are you like words? Like words? Like words? How can you use discriminatory words, Your Excellency?”

“Huh?” Li Ang looked blank, “What discriminatory words?”

“Ni, Nigo!”

Li Ang was even more confused, “Nego is a discriminatory word?”

“Of course!” Faust, eager to prove himself a good resident who would not engage in any racism, “is an insult to our dearest African-American brothers and sisters, how can you use that word?”

“Hi!” Li Ang waved his hand when he heard it, “misunderstanding, misunderstanding, I’m talking about Nige, not African brothers and sisters.”

“What do you mean?”

Li Ang explained: “In our Eastern Tang Dynasty, 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 the guy who wears this brand.”

“Oh, oh,” Faust let go of his high-hanging heart again, “I understand, you continue, but it’s better not to use the word Nego, I’m worried about our dear African-American brothers Sisters get misunderstood. Misunderstandings that we are the bigoted racists.”

“Hi, it’s really troublesome.” Li Ang raised the sleeves of his coat and curled his lips, “No need, no need, I’ll say it again.”

“Hmm.”

“The hero of our story is named Nico.”

“Why is it still Nico?!!!!” Faust felt like he was about to collapse.

“Huh?” Li Ang glanced at him, “Brother, are you having trouble with your ears? I didn’t say it was Nico.”

“So what did you say?”

“Mud cultivation, mud of soil, cultivation of cultivated land.” Li Ang explained.

“Who would have this name for a normal person?!”

“You don’t know about that~IndoMTL.com~ Li Ang said with a smile: “In the hometown of this little mud farmer, it often rains and the ground is full of mud, and their family has to cultivate the land all day long. Hence the name. “

“…” Faust’s face was painful, and this explanation was full of malice, “Can I ask, where is this mud farmer from?”

“The Loen Kingdom.”

“Oh, that’s fine.” Faust breathed a sigh of relief.

“The ancestors came from Africa,” Li Ang added.

“Isn’t this still Nico!?” Faust completely collapsed, and he didn’t take into account the effort at the moment. He has said the word “Nico” many times.

“Africa is not all black people, but there are white people in Egypt.” Li Ang was a little annoyed, “Will you let me talk?”

“You say what you say.” Faust gave a sigh of relief, but he didn’t dare to go any further, the color of the protagonist of this story.