086. A beautiful dress that specializes in killing foreigners

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

It's OK to be "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", "World of Warcraft", or legend. Anyway, as long as it is a popular online game, you can get it by changing your account and selling it for free.

Entering the game hall, this is the island map, and all players gather on the birth island.

Jiang Siming looked up and realized that he had not paid attention to it just now and had clicked a four-row mode.

Because I played with Daidaituantuan before, I drove four rows, and Jiang Siming hadn't changed it just now, so it was in the four rows mode.

Considering that points will be deducted if you exit the game, Jiang Siming plans to make a four-row lineup.

It's just one hand, maybe it can match three American big-breasted girls.

But the facts prove that Jiang Siming was thinking too much. He was a rough man, speaking American English at first glance, and he was an American.

"Hey guy, where are you from?" the other party asked in English, with a friendly tone, and it seemed that they were in three rows.

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

"Oh! Chinese? Really? I like Chinese so much! My dream is to travel to China!"

Unexpectedly, the other party shouted out in surprise when he heard this, and kept praising China with all his strength.

The other two people were the same, and they both spoke and said that China is really a good place, and the Chinese people are very friendly, etc.

Jiang Siming naturally lost his guard. Although he was not proud, he was also friendly to communicate with the three people.

At this point, the audience discovered another skill of Jiang Siming!

"Damn it! Don't ask me why I'm so incoherent and don't want to explain."

"Ming Shen can also speak English! This spoken language is completely London-like, a perfect match!"

"Unlock another new skill of Mingshen, with a very high English level!"

"Damn it, the otakus who play games can also speak foreign languages ​​from both countries. How can we be with the same otakus?"

"These three Americans are so friendly. Ming Shen can consider taking them to have a wave of chickens."

...

Everyone's discussions about Jiang Siming also knows English.

However, because of the three Americans' flattery of China, everyone's topic quickly changed back and felt that there was light on their faces.

The beautiful country is so loved by foreigners, and they feel very good about it.

The plane set sail, and No. 1, the American who had just spoken out, marked a remote point.

"Friends from China, are you really Chinese? Why are your spoken language so good?" No. 1 confirmed repeatedly, as if he wanted to clarify something.

"Can't the spoken language person be a Chinese?" Jiang Siming asked back, feeling a little strange, but didn't think much about it.

No. 1 immediately denied it, apologized repeatedly, and had a very sincere attitude.

"Of course not. My friend, you misunderstood. I just rarely meet Chinese people. I want to hear something about interesting places or things about Chinese from them. I like it so much! As for my tongue just now, I apologize to you."

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

The four of them landed in the marked small town, and Jiang Siming entered a room area and began to search for things.

Strange things, the other three people were not far from him, and they were all searching next to him.

Jiang Siming, who is determined to consider which online game to make money by chip copy, doesn't care.

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

This American is really good. It doesn't seem like the American servers mentioned in the barrage, which are very unfriendly.

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

In the black and white screen in front of him, Jiang Siming, who was lying on the ground, got a 98k bullet in his head and lay helplessly on the ground.

At this time, the three teammates who had been showing enthusiasm, friendship and kindness collectively made unrestrained ridicule.

"Hahaha! Chinese Monkey, do you really think we are good to you? You Chinese Pig Trouble!"

"Chinese guy, how do you feel when you are deceived? I have slapped you so much, and it's not too much to kill you now, hahaha."

"Willis, today is the first Chinese monkey we have killed?"

"Oh God, I counted, it seemed to be the fifth one, no, it was the sixth one, but no matter what, it was so good to kill these Chinese monkeys!"

"Looking at their harmless eyes that trusted and happy people, and then gave them a fatal blow, and a blow to the head. Weiris, is your live broadcast room going to soar?"

"Hehe, let's drag the blessings of these Chinese monkeys, my live broadcast room is very popular!"

...

Listening to the unscrupulous ridicule and laughter of these three people, Jiang Siming's face became gloomy for the first time.

The plain expression of water shows no joy or anger, but if anyone familiar with Jiang Siming must know that this is the time when he really gets angry!

The audience was also surprised by this sudden change at first, and then angry.

"I'm fucking Americans! These dogs are so fucking bad!"

"First cheat and then kill, how could there be such a disgusting person?"

"Ming Shen was careless and didn't expect the other party to take action suddenly."

"This is the norm for the double or four-row mode of the US server. Recently, this kind of anchor who kills foreigners has emerged in the US server. Among them, the most anchors who kill Chinese people are killed, and there are still many people watching it."

“Racial discrimination has been around since ancient times in America, and these white-skinned people look down on anyone else.”

"I really want to give these three machine guns!"

"I'm sorry, I'm so wise, I've admitted this."

...

The audience was filled with righteous indignation, but Jiang Siming still didn't speak or quit the game. He just watched the three Americans dance around him and mocked him.

"This Chinese monkey hasn't withdrawn from the game yet."

"We won't be scared to wet my pants, hahaha."

"Maybe crying, looking for mom, gaga."

The three of them were still laughing happily, without any guilt.

Finally, Jiang Siming, who had not spoken again, spoke up.

"Three white-skinned pigs, very good. You have successfully annoyed me. As long as I match them next, I will kill you into dead bastards."

Jiang Siming's counterattack sounded strong and powerful, interrupting the laughter of the three Americans.

"Haha, little monkey, hurry up and go back to your Asian server."

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

"I'm so eager to continue to match you, Huaxia Pig, your existence has made my live broadcast room's popularity reach the highest peak. Don't get me wrong, they are not sympathizing with you, they think I killed you so beautifully, and they are all applauding, hahahaha..."

Jiang Siming didn't talk nonsense to them anymore and directly quit the game. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!