When he arrived, Ziyu clasped his sleeves with five fingers and held the silver needle in his hand.
Not wanting the Fuso Japs to look at the slovenly Ziyu and Xiangli, they waved their hands to both sides. Several Fuso soldiers immediately appeared on both sides, ran forward and stuffed the trays and other items in their hands directly into the hands of Ziyu and Xiangli.
Ziyu subconsciously held the tray.
There is wine and food on the tray, this is...
"It's yours, go and serve me." The fusang devils of Ziyu and Xiangli pushed Ziyu and Xiangli towards the tent, gesturing to them to bring them food and drinks.
Is this treating them like servants?
Ziyu's eyes moved slightly, and he winked at Xiangli. Without hesitation, the two of them opened the tent and walked in, carrying delicious food and drinks.
"Let go..."
"Let me go..."
"rogue……"
As soon as I entered the tent, my ears were filled with the piercing laughter and screams.
In the tent, three blue-eyed foreigners with deep eye sockets and high nose bridges and two Fusang Japanese were sitting in the tent. At this time, in front of them, there was a Korean woman hugging her, laughing and making obscene remarks.
The Korean woman seemed to have been picked out from this island. Even though her face was full of fear and anger, she did not hide her beauty. However, in the hands of these Fusang devils, she began to wither quickly.
Xiangli Na had seen such a world, he was afraid and hated it, and the wine bottle in his hand made a banging sound.
"It's so damn ugly. Put your things down and get out and wait." Hearing the sound, a Fusang man in the tent turned to look at Ziyu and Xiangli, and yelled at them with contempt.
Upon hearing this, Ziyu immediately put down the things in his hands, then pulled Xiangli and quickly exited the tent.
After exiting the tent, Xiangli breathed a sigh of relief and touched the mud on his face. Sometimes being ugly is a good thing.
Inside the tent, screams could be heard.
Xiangli bit her lower lip tightly, raised her head and said silently to Ziyu: "Sister-in-law, let's kill them."
It's too much, these people are too much.
Ziyu shook his head slightly when he heard this. There were only two of them now, and any rash actions would only cause an absolutely unfavorable situation for them. At this time, they could not act on impulse, but first understood what was going on.
Squatting outside the tent, Ziyu eavesdropped with his ears raised.
After a period of obscenity and lewdness in the tent, the piercing screams and cries slowly stopped, and the three foreigners and two Fuso Japs who had eaten and drank enough began to chatter.
"%...&&￥##￥￥#" A string of Western words came through the tent door and fell clearly into Ziyu's ears.
Check, what kind of language is this? I don’t understand it at all.
Ziyu was stunned. She couldn't understand what the foreigner said. The tongue-rolling tone was very similar to the Mediterranean language. However, she couldn't understand it at all. It wasn't English.
"This is Castilian." Ziyu was frowning when Xiangli suddenly wrote on the back of Ziyu's hand.
Castilian?
This language is...
Ziyu scratched her head. She seemed to have heard of this language. This language is...is...
Damn, by the way, Castilian is the predecessor of Spanish.
Spanish, as expected, they, the Spaniards, were the first to dominate the world with the power of their invincible navy, or the power of pirates.
Ziyu clapped his hands fiercely and remembered, it was them, Spanish pirates.
Damn it, these Spanish pirates are not roaming the Mediterranean,