A few Japanese sat next door, chattering, talking endlessly, Xiao Feng heard it a little funny, it 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 fact that he was holding his sister paper in his arms, he got up early and threw a wine bottle over.

"They're talking about international events. Xiao Feng smiled and took a sip of beer to relax his body.

Don't blame Xiao Feng for being vigilant, one after another the Japanese jumped out, and whoever he put on him, he had to be careful! If there was another body bomber, and he drank wine and died, then he would be wronged!

"International events, I won't scold us, right?" Zhang Yu glared, and his voice was a little loud: "Our island, the little Japanese devil hasn't returned it yet!"

"DYD?" Suddenly, a Japanese man turned his head and asked in Mandarin.

"No, drinking doesn't talk about big things, we continue to drink. "Xiao Feng is too lazy to take care of a few little Japan, he is happy to come out, there is no need to block himself.

Unexpectedly, the Japanese didn't plan to just forget it, and stood up with a glass of beer: "No, no, we have to talk." Come, Chinese friends, I'll give you a glass first. ”

Zhang Yu glanced at the Japanese, picked up the beer bottle on the table, checked it in his hand, and was about to get up.

Xiao Feng, who was sitting next to him, pressed Zhang Yu's shoulder, shook his head, and looked at the Japanese again: "Come, cheers." ”

"It's done. The Japanese nodded.

Xiao Feng raised his head and drained a glass of beer and smiled, "What did you just talk about?"

"We are talking about ZR relations. ”

"Oh, what do you think of it?"

"You Chinese, always feel that we caused that war! As everyone knows, how many of our heroic soldiers also died in foreign lands?" said the Japanese impassionedly.

Zhang Yu frowned, and the hand holding the beer bottle tightened: "Damn, why did I listen to this kid talk so badly." ”

"Yes, we also resent the war! My grandfather was forced to join the army at the age ......of twelve and came to China, but he never returned," said another Japanese, his eyes red.

"Twelve-year-old?" Xiao Feng was stunned, and then suppressed the urge to burst into laughter: "Hey, your grandfather hung up at the age of twelve, 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 even twelve years old to be useful?" Boy, do you think your grandfather is an Astro Boy?"

The Japanese man's face turned blue instantly, he opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything, he was really, so he could only endure it himself.

"What, don't accept it?" Zhang Yu saw that the other party's face was ugly, smiled coldly, put down the beer bottle, and said loudly.

"Yaga!" a Japanese man could not take it anymore and stood up.

"What, do you want to do it? Brother let you have your right hand and right foot. Zhang Yu squinted his eyes and said lazily.

"Sit down. The Japanese man from before quickly persuaded his companion to come down and whispered in Japanese: "We are out to drink, not to find something unpleasant." Besides, there are a lot of people on the other side, we can't beat them, don't be impulsive. ”

When Xiao Feng heard the words of the Japanese, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, the servility of the Japanese has never changed for thousands of years!

Seeing that the other party was honest, Zhang Yu also sneered a few times, and said loudly: "I'll tell you again?"

"Talk about it, drink it. Xiao Feng patted Zhang Yu on the head and turned his head to look at the Japanese: "I heard you talking about DYD just now, what does that mean, it seems to be yours?"

"Yes, since ancient times. The Japanese nodded earnestly.

"Hehe, do you want to hear what I think?"

"Speak. ”

"I feel like Japan is like a restless teenager entering adolescence, and DYD is exactly what he finds in a drawer at home. Uh, you know the film, right? It's the only thing you can get your hands on in Japan, and it's the only thing I appreciate about you Japanese, which you usually call a little movie. ”

The Japanese didn't understand it at first, thought about it carefully, and asked suspiciously: "You mean to say that we Japan is already very hard, can we do it?"

Xiao Feng took out a cigarette, lit it and took a puff, lightly spit out a smoke ring, and said word by word: "No, I mean that thing belongs to your father, if you dare to take another look, believe it or not, you will smoke you to death?"

The face of the Japanese "......" also darkened instantly~

"Hahaha, the little kid stares at Lao Tzu's things, can you not look for a cigarette! Sometimes Lao Tzu doesn't beat his son, it's because he thinks his son is not very good! If he really tosses the fire, it won't be a matter of one slap or two slaps. Zhang Yu said with a wild laugh next to him.

"On the top floor. Lin Mo, who had not squeaked, took a sip of wine and nodded.

A few Japanese people were really angry, and they deserved to be too arrogant just now and speak so loudly, which made Xiao Feng and Zhang Yu, who were already unhappy with the Japanese, even more unhappy.

Of course, in China, how many young people are happy to see Japanese people? This is not true, it should be that there are a few young people who are happy to look at Japanese men? Usually, they all look at Japanese women are more cool~

"Baga!" The impulsive Japanese stood up again, and the wine bottle in his hand was about to smash into Xiao Feng's head.

"Look for death!" Xiao Feng snorted coldly, his right hand was as fast as lightning, and he pinched his wrist, so that he couldn't smash it again.

This Japanese man's face changed drastically, he didn't see clearly how Xiao Feng made a move! By the time he reacted, his wrist had already been grasped, and it was useless for him to struggle!

Xiao Feng's right hand was forceful, only to hear a sound of 'gaba', the Japanese face was as painful as earth, and his mouth let out a miserable scream: "You, you can't touch me, I'm Japanese, I'm going to the embassy ......"

"Shut up!" Xiao Feng's tone was cold, staring at the eyes of the Japanese: "Let me tell you, this is China, not a place for you to be arrogant! What you stand under your feet is China's territory; what you breathe is China's air; what you spend is China's renminbi! You say, what qualifications do you have to be arrogant?"

The other Japanese saw that their companions had suffered a loss, and were just about to stand up and make a move, when they saw Zhang Yu do a trick, he took out a three-edged military thorn and slammed it on the table, shaking and shaking, flashing with a bloodthirsty cold light.

As soon as the military stab came out, the Japanese were frightened, and the beer bottles in their hands were silently behind their backs, a little overwhelmed.

In normal times, no matter what happens, as long as they say a word of Japanese and then say anything about the embassy, they will be honest with each other! Everyone knows that it is these foreigners who have a high status in China now! Even if something really happens, the most they can do is to be repatriated to China! The current situation is obviously not the kind of treatment they usually encounter!

'Papapa', a burst of applause, sounded from a dark corner not far away: "Young man, good!" The voice was hoarse, as ugly as a knife scraping glass.

Xiao Feng pinched the Japanese wrist, swept his gaze over the dark corner, squinted his eyes, and asked lightly, "Who are you?"

"Three kills. The hoarse voice rose again.

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