A few Japanese people were sitting next door, chattering incessantly. Xiao Feng found it a bit funny. They turned out to be a group of Japanese radicals~
"What did they say?" Zhang Yu didn't have a good impression of the Japanese. If it weren't for the girl in his arms, he would have gotten up early and thrown a wine bottle over.
"They were talking about international affairs," Xiao Feng smiled, took a sip of beer and relaxed his body.
No wonder Xiao Feng was vigilant, Japanese people popped out one after another, and they had to be careful who they put on them. If another suicide bomber came and died while drinking, it would be unjust.
"It's an important international event. You're not going to scold us, right?" Zhang Yu glared and said in a loud voice, "The little Japanese devil on our island hasn't returned it yet."
"Dyd," suddenly, a Japanese turned his head and asked in Mandarin.
"No, let's not talk about big things while drinking. Let's continue drinking." Xiao Feng was too lazy to talk to a few Japanese. He was happy when he came out and there was no need to cause trouble for himself.
Unexpectedly, the Japanese had no intention of letting it go and stood up with a glass of beer: "No, no, we have to talk. Come on, Chinese friend, let me toast you first."
Zhang Yu glanced at the Japanese, picked up the beer bottle on the table, weighed it in his hands, and was about to get up.
Xiao Feng, who was sitting next to him, held Zhang Yu's shoulders, shook his head, and looked at the Japanese man again: "Here, cheers."
"Done," the Japanese nodded.
Xiao Feng raised his head and drank a glass of beer and smiled: "What were you talking about just now?"
"We are talking about zr relations,"
"Oh, what do you think it should be?"
"You Chinese people always think that we caused the war, but you don't know that many of our brave soldiers also died in foreign countries," the Japanese said impassionedly.
Zhang Yu frowned and tightened his hand holding the beer bottle: "Damn it, why do I need to be beaten so much when I hear what this kid says?"
"Yes, we also resented the war. My grandfather was forced to join the army and came to China when he was twelve years old, and he never went back..." Another Japanese said with red eyes.
"Twelve years old," Xiao Feng was stunned, and then he suppressed the urge to laugh: "Hey, your grandfather died when he was twelve years old. Did you download it from the Internet?"
"Hahaha..." Zhang Yu raised his head and laughed when he heard Xiao Feng's words: "Haha, is that Japanese guy useful even at the age of twelve? Boy, do you think your grandpa is Astro Boy? ,"
The Japanese man's face instantly turned livid. He opened his mouth, but said nothing. He was really bragging, so he could only endure it.
"Here, let me tell you a joke," Zhang Yu felt very comfortable when he saw the other party's ugly face. He put down the beer bottle and said loudly.
"Okay, okay, I love hearing jokes the most," the girl in my arms shouted cooperatively.
"Hey, listen up," Zhang Yu became even more excited when he saw that there were people who were cheering for him, and he cleared his throat.
Xiao Feng glanced at Zhang Yu and curled his lips. This kid would probably have nothing nice to say if he opened his mouth. However, he did not stop Zhang Yu. Who made the Japanese upset him recently?
"Hey, Japanese friends over there, please come and listen to them. You can't hear Chinese jokes in Japan," Zhang Yu suddenly became very enthusiastic and shouted to several other Japanese people.
Zhang Yu's sudden enthusiasm made several Japanese people confused. They all stared at him, wanting to see what joke he was going to tell.
"One day, a plane crashed on a small island. Only an American, a Chinese, and a Japanese were left on the plane. They survived, but they encountered cannibals on the island. The cannibal leader said to them, As long as the combined length of the three of you exceeds 20 centimeters, we will not eat you,"
"Ah, you are so bad, how can you be like this," the beauty in her arms smiled coquettishly, and when the light was off, she pressed her hand on Zhang Yu's crotch.
"Hey," Zhang Yu patted the beauty's buttocks and continued: "Americans are confident, so he measured it first, and the length was 12 centimeters."
"What about the Chinese?" The beauty kneaded her little hands, and the smile on her face became even more charming. She met a superb person tonight.
"The length of Chinese people is 7 centimeters. Americans and Chinese people breathed a sigh of relief and thought to themselves, damn, little Japan doesn't even have 2 centimeters, right?"
"Ahem..." Xiao Feng just took a sip of wine and almost spit it out.
"Then, then," the beauty glanced at a few Japanese people and asked impatiently.
"Finally it was the Japanese's turn to measure JJ, and it turned out that his length was exactly 2 centimeters. The total length of the three of them was more than 20 centimeters, and they saved their lives."
"Ah, 2..." the beauty called out, her eyes subconsciously falling on a certain part of the Japanese man before.
Several Japanese people looked very ugly. Although this was a joke, it was too nonsense.
"After the cannibals left, the Americans said, I am already over half my length. Without me, you would be finished."
"Yeah," the beauty nodded with deep understanding.
"The Chinese were unconvinced and shouted, Damn, my length is even equal to the average. You would have been finished without me."
"That's right, what do the Japanese say?"
"The Japanese broke out in anger, sir, if I hadn't had an erection just now, you would all have finished playing," Zhang Yu put down the wine glass and imitated the Japanese and shouted.
"Pfft..." There was a sound of spraying wine, and even Jingshui, the wisest and calmest person in Hexagram, sprayed out a mouthful of beer, let alone others.
"Erection..." The beautiful woman in Zhang Yu's arms was laughing so hard that she was out of breath. Looking at her eyes, he almost wanted to take off the pants of these Japanese people to see if they were really a**. Later it was only 2 centimeters.
"Baga," a Japanese couldn't bear it anymore and stood up.
"Why, if you want to do something, I gave you the right hand and the right foot," Zhang Yu said lazily, squinting his eyes.
"Sit down," the Japanese man from before quickly persuaded his companion to sit down and whispered in Japanese: "We are here to drink, not to cause trouble. Besides, there are many people on the other side and we can't beat them. Don't be impulsive. "
When Xiao Feng heard the Japanese's words, a mocking smile appeared on his lips. The servility of the Japanese has never changed for thousands of years.
Seeing that the other party was being honest, Zhang Yu sneered a few times and said loudly: "I'll tell you another story."
"What are you talking about? Let's have a drink." Xiao Feng patted Zhang Yu's head and turned to look at the Japanese: "I heard you talking about dyd just now. That means it seems to be yours."
"Yes, it has been since ancient times," the Japanese nodded seriously.
"Haha, do you want to hear my opinion?"
"Please say,"
"I think Japan is like a restless teenager who has entered adolescence, and dyd is the pornographic film he found in the drawer at home. Well, you know pornographic films, they are the only things that you in Japan can get your hands on. This is the only thing I admire about you Japanese, you usually call them a.v."
The Japanese didn't understand at first, so they thought about it carefully and asked doubtfully: "You mean, we in Japan are already very tough, can we take action?"
Xiao Feng took out his cigarette, lit it, took a puff, blew out a smoke ring, and said word by word: "No, I mean that thing belongs to your father. If you dare to look at it again, will you believe it or not?" I will beat you to death,"
"..." The Japanese man's face turned dark instantly~
"Hahaha, the little brat stares at my things, how can he not get slapped? Sometimes I don't spank my son, it's because he thinks that his son is not too tossing. If he really gets angry, then it is not a slap. It’s just a matter of two slaps,” Zhang Yu said with a wild laugh beside him.
"On the top floor," Lin Mo, who had been silent, took a sip of wine and nodded.
Several Japanese people were really angry, and they deserved it. They were so arrogant and spoke so loudly just now, which made Xiao Feng and Zhang Yu even more unhappy with the Japanese.
Of course, in China, there are a few young people who are happy looking at Japanese people. This is wrong. It should be that there are a few young people who are happy looking at Japanese men. Usually, looking at Japanese women is more fun~
"Baga," the impulsive Japanese stood up again and was about to hit Xiao Feng's head with the wine bottle in his hand.
"Looking for death," Xiao Feng snorted coldly, and with his right hand as fast as lightning, he pinched his wrist so that he could no longer hit it.
The Japanese man's face changed drastically. He didn't see clearly how Xiao Feng took action. When he reacted, his wrist had already been grasped, and no matter how hard he struggled, it was useless.
Xiao Feng exerted force with his right hand, and heard a "Gaba" sound. The Japanese's face turned pale with pain, and he screamed: "You, you can't touch me, I am a Japanese, I want to go to the embassy..."
"Shut up," Xiao Feng said in a cold tone, staring into the Japanese's eyes: "I tell you, this is China, not a place for you to be arrogant. What you stand on is Chinese territory; what you breathe is Chinese. Air; what you spend is China's RMB, you say, what qualifications do you have to be arrogant,"
Seeing that their companions had suffered a loss, the other Japanese were just about to stand up and take action when they saw Zhang Yu, like a magician, took out a three-edged military thorn and stabbed it fiercely on the table, flickering and flashing with a bloodthirsty cold light.
As soon as the military assassination came out, the Japanese all looked frightened and silently carried the beer bottles behind their backs, feeling a little at a loss.
Normally, no matter what happens, as long as they speak Japanese, say something about the embassy, and take care of the other party, they will be honest. Everyone knows that now it is foreigners like them who have high status in China. Even if something happens, at most That is to say, they were sent back to their country. The current situation is obviously not the kind of treatment they usually encounter.
"Papa papa", a burst of applause sounded from a dark corner not far away: "Young man, that's good," the voice was hoarse, as unpleasant as a knife scraping glass.
Xiao Feng pinched the Japanese's wrist, glanced at the dark corner, squinted his eyes, and asked lightly: "Who are you?"
"Three kills," the hoarse voice came up again.
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(The website is under system maintenance, and the author has been unable to update it, sorry,)
