Chapter 471

"What?"

Pan DAPAI was furious: "are these foreigners? Or radicals? "

If not for the radicals, how could they sing the military songs of half a century ago?

Pan Da Pang patted the table: "Damn it! Is it not to beat us in the face to sing military songs here? "

Then he looked around again and wanted to show the domineering spirit of Chinese children.

But seeing that no one around is as indignant as himself, and many diners clap their hands to show their affection, pan is a little weak.

If there is no response, I will lose face.

Maybe they will be beaten by these foreigners.

Pan Da Pang also saw several Chinese women at the same table knocking on chopsticks and humming this aggressive military song with rhythm.

Pan Da Pang recognized each other's clothes. He clenched his fist secretly: dog day! I will never buy anything from Qingshui's house again.

"Even if the corpse rots, we should give up our life. We should give up our body for the sake of loyalty and righteousness, so that our reputation will remain in the future generations."

The five oriental men on the stage yelled: "otherwise, even if they live forever, they will not have the value of living as warriors..."

The East Islander in the middle, facing Ye Tianlong, clearly shows his hooked nose, which is highly aggressive.

He sings best.

People who don't understand think they sing well, have strength and courage; people who understand don't dare to say anything and worry about trouble.

When five oriental men sing a song, they still wave to other diners to follow their rhythm.

"Whoosh!"

Just when ye Tianlong was about to copy the bench, the girl in yellow suddenly stood up, her right hand raised, and a wine bottle smashed directly into the high platform.

"Bang"

there was a loud noise and the wine bottle broke, which made the five Asians step back with a touch of anger.

"Bage, what are you doing?" the hawk nosed foreigner said

"Idiot!"

The girl in yellow ignored each other's rebuke and pointed to the onlookers:

"a group of idiots, do you know what they are singing?"

"People are singing ghost songs and praising the Japanese invaders. You fools are so happy to hear that, aren't you out of your mind?"

Hearing what the girl in yellow said, the atmosphere was quiet. A group of diners who didn't understand Chinese were shocked.

It seems that they didn't expect that the Asians were so arrogant that they dared to sing the praises of the invaders in China, or that the girl in yellow would dare to stand up and expose them.

At the moment, he looks complicated. He wants to be a warrior and is worried about being beaten.

They don't want to do anything. They don't want to let the foreigners clamor.

The girl in yellow is still standing on the chair, pointing to the gradually silent diners, shouting:

"in China, on the land of Mingjiang, you old men, let a few ghosts sing war soul songs, do you still have blood?"

"Their ancestors are singing this song, killing your relatives, family, you are not disgraced, but also with the beat?"

"Brain - son - have - disease!"

She drank word by word, scolding pan DAPAI and others with hot cheeks.

Seeing this, the hawk nosed Oriental stepped forward and said, "baga, what's the song of Laozi? What's the matter with you?"

The landlady with lingering charm also came forward to complete the scene: "music has no borders, isn't it just a song? Don't rest assured that peace will make money. "

She also motioned to the girl in Yellow: "little girl, sit down quickly, don't make trouble, don't make trouble."

Several Chinese women at the same table in the East echoed: "it's just a song. Why go to the top line?"

"No wonder outsiders say that Chinese people like to make a mountain out of a molehill. They can shout, fight and kill a song. I'm fed up with it."

"No way. Some people are brainwashed and stay in the well all the time, so they can't stand the world outside the well."

They show disdain for the girl in yellow.

The eagle nose man laughed, glanced scornfully at the audience, then took the microphone and sang louder: "warriors, let's continue."

"Pull up the samurai sword of cold light and move forward with the consciousness of death."

When he started singing again, his four companions roared along with the rhythm: "the fashion of the imperial state, the Oriental sword to defend the soul of the military."

The landlady had a helpless look on her face, but she didn't stop it. She seemed to be a little afraid of the Asians.

Pan began to get angry and angrily rolled up his sleeve: "these bastards are deceiving people too much."

Although he was very upset, he still did not dare to rush up. He took a look at Ye Tianlong. Ye Tianlong sat in Diaoyutai and drank leisurely.

Lao pan is very depressed. How can ye Tianlong, who has always been hot blooded, be indifferent this time?

"Fool, people are stepping on their heads, and they are still sitting in their seats."The girl in yellow picked up another wine bottle and yelled, "go up and do them, a group of cowards."

Between speaking, she held the bottle high and smashed it in the past. With a bang, it fell on the edge of the platform and broke into more than ten pieces: "go on, coward."

No one moved.

With a sneer at the corner of his mouth, he swaggered to the girl in Yellow: "you, come here, apologize, sing this song with us."

"I can forgive your ignorance."

He is very arrogant point yellow girl: "otherwise, you will pay a heavy price."

"Cowards, you cowards."

The girl in yellow scolded Pan Da Pang: "he bullied me like this. You are all deaf, aren't you? It's all cowards. "

"He's going to rape me. Are you silent?"

"Bang!"

Pan Da Pang couldn't help it. He took Erguotou and drank it. He patted the table and yelled, "devil, do you grandma, bully people and don't look at the place?"

"I'm here with you. How can you be reckless in Mingjiang?"

Pan Da Pang lifted the chair with his backhand and rushed to the girl in yellow with indignation: "apologize to us quickly, or we will waste you."

He also sang the march of broadsword: "broadsword cuts the heads of the devils..."

Before his words were heard, pan DAPAI's mind trembled, for the hawk nose had already appeared in front of him, and it was almost a collision between the toes and the heel.

Pan Da Pang's eyes were staring into gongs. He only felt the spread of brute force, and instantly rolled back and splashed, causing severe pain all over his body.

"Bang!"

With a crooked nose on his shoulder, pan suddenly flew upside down and pulled out four or five meters.

Fortunately, ye Tianlong didn't hit the table until he reached out his hand. Rao is so. Pan DAPAI is all sore, just like falling apart.

With a sneer on his face and a cold eye, "sick man of East Asia."

The girl in yellow yelled, "fuck him!"

Yinggoubi's behavior finally provoked public anger, silent Mingjiang diners pushed aside their female partners and jumped out with a roar.

A young man holding a bottle from behind hit the past, the action is very handsome, the technique is also very skilled, straight hit on the head of the eagle hook nose.

"Bang!"