Chapter 86 The Beautiful Clothes Designed to Kill Foreigners

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Jiang Siming happily carried it back, already thinking about which game to write tonight.

It's "Dragon Babu" or "World of Warcraft", or it's a legend. Anyway, as long as it is a popular online game, just change the account and sell it, you can get it for nothing.

Entering the game lobby, this is the island map, and all players are gathered on the birth island.

Jiang Siming looked up only to realize that he didn't pay attention just now and clicked on the four-row mode.

Because I played with Duo Duan Tuan before, it was only four rows, and Jiang Siming didn't change it just now, so it became the four rows mode.

Considering that points will be deducted if he quits the game, Jiang Siming plans to play four rows.

It's just a handful, maybe it can match three American girls with big breasts.

But it turns out that Jiang Siming thinks too much. He is three rough men. He speaks American English and sounds like an American.

"Hey buddy, where are you from?" the other party asked in English, with a friendly tone, it looked like they were in three rows.

"Huaxia." Jiang Siming replied, there is no need to hide, I am a Chinese and I am proud.

"Oh! Chinese people? Really? I like Huaxia very much! My dream is to travel to China!"

Unexpectedly, the other party shouted out in surprise, and spared no effort to praise Huaxia.

The same is true of the other two people, who both said that Huaxia is really a good place, and the people of Huaxia are very friendly and so on.

Jiang Siming was naturally unprepared. Although he wasn't complacent, he was able to communicate with these three people in a friendly way.

So far, the audience has discovered another skill of Jiang Siming!

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Don't ask me why I'm so incoherent, I don't want to explain."

"Mingshen can speak English! This colloquial language is completely London accent. It's a perfect match!"

"Unlock another new skill of Mingshen, and the English level is super high!"

"Damn, the otaku who plays games can speak two foreign languages. How can we, fellow otakus, feel this way?"

"These three Americans are so friendly, Myojin can consider taking them to eat a wave of chicken."

...

Regarding Jiang Siming's ability to speak English, the discussion was quite lively.

However, because of the three Americans' compliments to Huaxia, everyone's topic quickly turned back, and they all felt that their faces were bright.

The beautiful country of Zu is so loved by people abroad, and they also feel shameless.

The plane took off, and No. 1, the American who spoke first, marked a remote point.

"My friend from China, are you really from China? Why is your spoken language so good?" No. 1 confirmed again and again, as if trying to clarify something.

"Can't someone with good spoken language be from China?" Jiang Siming asked back, feeling a little strange in his heart, but he didn't think much of it.

No. 1 immediately denied it and apologized again and again, with a very sincere attitude.

"Of course not, my friend, you misunderstood, I just rarely meet Chinese people, I just want to hear some interesting things or things about Huaxia from their mouths, I like it so much! As for my slip of the tongue just now, I would like to say You apologize."

"That's not necessary." Seeing that the other party's attitude was so correct, Jiang Siming dispelled that little doubt.

The four landed in the marked town, and Jiang Siming entered a room and started searching for things.

Strange thing, the other three were not far away from him, all searched next to him.

Jiang Siming, who was thinking about which online games to make money from chips, didn't care.

As soon as the house was searched, No. 1 ran towards him and shouted excitedly: "Friend, I found 98k, but I can't play it, so I'll give it to you!"

This American is really nice. It doesn't seem like the American clothes on the barrage are very unfriendly.

Jiang Siming also thought that the other party was going to give him a gun, but he stopped before he could say his thanks.

On the black and white screen in front of him, Jiang Siming, who fell to the ground, was hit with a 98k bullet in his head, and lay helplessly on the ground.

At this time, the three teammates who had always been warm, friendly and kind-hearted collectively gave out wanton ridicule.

"Mingshen is careless, I didn't expect the other party to suddenly take action."

"This is the norm in the double-row or four-row mode of the US server. Recently, there have been such anchors killing foreigners in the US server. Among them, the anchors who kill Chinese people are the most, and many people watch it."

"Racism has existed in America since time immemorial, and these white skins look down on anyone with other skins."

"I really want to give these three a machine gun a fucking machine gun!"

"Have pity on my mind, this is a confession."

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The audience was filled with righteous indignation, but Jiang Siming still didn't speak or quit the game, just quietly watching the three Yankees dancing and mocking around him.

"This Chinese monkey hasn't quit the game yet."

"You won't be scared to pee your pants by us, hahaha."

"Probably crying, looking for mom, quack."

The three of them still laughed happily, without the slightest guilt.

Finally, Jiang Siming, who had been silent for a while, spoke up.

"Three white-skinned pigs, very good, you have successfully annoyed me, and as long as you are matched by me, I will kill you as dead bastards."

Jiang Siming's counterattack, sonorous and powerful, interrupted the three Yankees

laughter.

"Hehe, little monkey, hurry up and go back to your Asian clothes."

"You still want to match us? I don't think you know how to die!"

Jiang Siming didn't talk nonsense with them any more, and quit the game directly.

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