Gamers Are Fierce

Since the killing field system has its own appearance adaptation function, in the eyes of these townspeople, Li Ang is not a weirdo wearing a full red sweater, but an Asian youth wearing Victorian costumes, and he has no sense of disobedience.

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

This is the monk who traveled across the ocean from the Eastern Tang Dynasty to the Loen Kingdom, Brother Dao. The next few are his disciples.

The lumberjack Frederick hurriedly explained: Brother Dao possesses profound wisdom and profound knowledge from the mysterious East.

Well... I know you, you're the lumberjack who lives in the forest.

The mayor looked at Frederick, recalled the identity of this weird logger, nodded, and looked at Li Ang, This monk... You said you have a way to help us solve the current situation?

That's right.

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

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

what?

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

However, this kind of thing cannot be said in public.

Well, 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, 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 I stood outside the table.

Together with the black residents looking down from the windows, everyone couldn't understand what he was doing.

Like magic, Li Ang took out a gown for cross talk from his clothes, put it on himself, looked at the confused townspeople below, and said calmly, I need a volunteer, who will come? ?”

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

He is an expert in expelling pests. Even he can't solve the problem. How can a mere Asian monk from the East be able to solve it.

Li Ang frowned, and urged: Hurry up, this is for the benefit of your town.

The townspeople shook their heads, and the mayor looked left and right for a while, and found that no righteous man had come forward, so he put on a solemn and solemn face, quietly stretched his palms to the back, and suddenly pushed the back of a young townsman standing next to him.

Shoved and shoved, the hapless young townsman lost his balance and staggered forward,

The mayor, on the other hand, looked happy, and took the lead in applauding vigorously, Okay! Faust, I did not misread you! I will definitely ask Lawn to give you a raise later.

Driven by the mayor, all the townspeople began to applaud the quarry worker named Faust.

you...

The expression on Faust's face changed a little. He really wanted to go back to the crowd, but seeing everyone applauding enthusiastically for him, this young worker who is usually active and unwilling to be mediocre, also felt a little elated when he was sought after.

Blushing in a daze, he climbed onto the stage that Li Ang had temporarily built.

Sir, what should I do?

Don't be nervous, young man. Li Ang smiled. What we are going to perform is a traditional oriental folk performance called 'Cross Talk'. You just need to cooperate with me and strike up a conversation at the right time.

Okay, okay.

Faust swallowed his saliva, thinking crazily about what 'cross talk' is.

Li Ang didn't care about the volunteer. He shook his coat, slapped the table, and said loudly to the townspeople and the African-American residents watching, Today, we will give you a cross talk.

Hmm! Faust responded subconsciously.

Li Ang nodded, and said calmly: The content of this cross talk is a story about finding relatives.

Yes. Faust felt that he had figured out the trick.

The protagonist of the story is a little brother Ni.

What?! Faust turned pale in shock, ignoring any cross talk show, and hurriedly said: Is it plausible? Is it plausible? Is it plausible? Your Excellency, how can you use discriminatory words?

Huh? Li Ang looked blank, What kind of discriminatory vocabulary?

Ni, Nigo!

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

Of course! Faust was eager to prove that he was a good resident without any racial discrimination. This is an insult to our dearest African-American brothers and sisters. How can you use this word?

Hi! Li Ang waved his hands when he heard that, I misunderstood, I said Neko, but I didn't mean African-American brothers and sisters.

Then what do you mean?

Li Ang explained: In our Eastern Tang Dynasty, girls who wear Lolita-style clothing are called Lo Niang, and boys who wear Nike are also called Brother Ni. You know, Nike is a brand of clothing. Brother Ni is Refers to boys who wear this brand.

Oh oh oh, Faust's high-suspended heart was relieved again, Understood, you can continue, but it is best not to use the word Nego, I am worried that our dear African-American brothers and sisters will have problems. Misunderstood. Misunderstood that we are the kind of narrow-minded racist.

Hey, it's really troublesome. Li Ang raised the sleeve of his coat and curled his lips, If you don't need it, don't use it, let's say it again.

Ok.

The protagonist of our story is named Nige.

Why is it still Nico?!!!! Faust felt like he was going to collapse.

Huh? Li Ang glanced at him, Brother, your ears are not good, are you? I didn't say it was Brother Ni.

Then what do you mean?

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

Who would a normal person choose this name?!

You don't know that. Li Ang said with a smile: In the hometown of this little mud farmer, it often rains, and the fields are full of mud, and their family has to plow the land all day long, so there is such a name.

... Faust's face was pained, 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.

My ancestors came from Africa. Li Ang added.

Isn't this still Neko!? Faust completely collapsed, he didn't take into account the effort at this moment, he had already said the word Neco many times.

Africa is not all black people, but there are white people in Egypt. Li Ang was a little annoyed, Are you going to let me tell you?

Say what you say. Faust laughed out of force, he didn't dare to go any further, the skin color of the protagonist in this story.