The Strongest Terror System

Coming out of the airport in Paris, France, Xia Feng followed the flow of people directly to the entrance of the small train station bound for the city.

Although he was here for the first time, it was impossible not to check some information about Paris before he came. Because he had no friends here, he wanted to go to the city, and it was the most convenient to take this kind of small train. Way.

It's not impossible to take a taxi, after all, he can speak clearly now and can understand it.

However, taxis in places like airports and railway stations, whether domestic or foreign, are avoided as much as possible.

Although he is not afraid of being pitted, he does not want to be pitted for no reason.

After getting on the train from the platform, Xia Feng found a nearby seat to sit down. In fact, this kind of small train is similar to the light rail, and it belongs to the category of trains.

Compared with the crowded subways in China, Paris is much better. Although there are still standing people, the number is not very large. There are a few who are wearing briefcases in their hands, and listening to music with earphones and earphones.

The number of blacks and whites looks about the same, but there are fewer oriental faces like him.

Xia Feng was carrying his luggage, because he didn't use a ghost mask to change his appearance, so he sat there quietly, like a student coming out to school.

He glanced at the route, it would take nearly half an hour to get to where he wanted to go.

A person is really boring, he plans to wait for him to get out of the car, and then get Bao Jing out of the underworld, at least there is a speaker who will not be too boring.

Although there are a lot of peritectic words.

Just when Xia Feng stared out the window boredly, he suddenly heard a voice in his ear:

"Hey, brother, are you an international student?"

Xia Feng turned his head subconsciously, and saw a black man sitting beside him at some point.

The black man didn't look very old, about 20 years old, with very short hair and sparse curls.

Xia Feng knew that there was a big cultural difference between foreign countries and China. Compared with people in China, people in foreign countries were generally more introverted.

Therefore, in foreign countries, it is very common to meet some strangers who take the initiative to talk and chat with you.

Because the other party is likely to be bored and wants to find someone to chat to relieve the boredom.

In Northeastern dialect, I just want to talk to you for a while.

Looking at the friendly smile on the black man's face and the white teeth that were incompatible with his skin, a tube of "black toothpaste" suddenly appeared in Xia Feng's mind.

"No, I'm not a student here, I'm just here to travel."

Xia Feng replied in fluent French.

Seeing Xia Feng's French speaking so smoothly, the black man looked a little surprised, but his face showed more excitement than surprise:

"Hey bro, you speak French really well.

You said you were here to travel? Is it just you? "

"You should be able to see that it's just me."

"Haha, it does look like that.

But there are many oriental people like you who come here to travel, Paris is really a good place.

On the left bank of Paris, on the banks of the Seine, there are buildings, bars, galleries and libraries in the period of Haussmann transformation, and there are traces left by many celebrities.

There are also the most beautiful Champs Elysees, and the most famous Eiffel Tower in Paris.

Wow, it's really beautiful, that's why I choose to stay in this city. "

The black young man finished his words exaggeratedly, and then he seemed to suddenly remember something and said to Xia Feng:

"Oh, I forgot to mention, my name is Conley, what's your name?"

"crazyscare."

Xia Feng casually translated the homonym of his name into English.

"crazyscare? Crazy? What a nice name.

Your parents are crazy. "

Conley gave Xia Feng a thumbs up. Xia Feng actually felt that this kind of action, when paired with the other party's exaggerated expression, was really super invincible, but thinking that this was a foreign country, and he wanted to follow the customs of the country, he had to cooperate with the actor in the face. Put on a smile.

Conley has a lot to say, one sentence in the east, one in the west, but it's quite interesting to talk about.

"Where are you going? Maybe I can give you some advice."

"I'm going to Saint-Germain-des-Prés."

Xia Feng said the destination of his trip.

"Wow, brother, we went to the same place.

I'm going there too, my brother has a coffee shop there.

It seems that God wants us to be good friends.

If you want, I'll consider convincing my brother to buy us a nice glass of magic iron. "

Xia Feng has actually talked enough with Conley, because Conley can speak more than Bao Jing, just like some black people in TV dramas, I don't know if he is deeply influenced by the style of hip-hop, so he talks with expressions and gestures. Extremely rich, and the tone is exaggerated.

I thought that in a few minutes, his ears would finally be quieter, but the other party actually wanted to go to the same place with him.

Rue Depay, located in the 6th district of Paris, is a gathering place for literati and poets.

Many novels, plays, and scenes about Paris were done there.

Belonging to the Left Bank of Paris.

The Steven Johnson he was looking for had lived here before.

Conley invited Xia Feng to go with him, but Xia Feng politely declined without thinking at first, which also made Conley look a little angry.

He felt that their acquaintance was a gift from God, and he should not cherish it like this~www.wuxiahere.com~ and in Conley's mouth, it seemed to rise to the level of racial discrimination.

This also made Xia Feng very speechless, thinking that he was going all the way anyway, and he couldn't do things like ghost hunting during the day, so it didn't matter, so he agreed to accompany Conley to the cafe opened by his brother.

I drank two lattes by the way.

Paris, France, as a well-known and prosperous city, Xia Feng came all the way, and he really felt the light luxury of European style.

Even in the afternoon, because the sky is obscured by clouds and fog, the light is not very sufficient.

It looks a little overcast and a little cool, but compared to the buildings on both sides of the street, as well as pedestrians and tourists, it has an exotic taste.

It's just that the temperature is a little low, and he obviously lacks preparation on the clothes.

Of course, he didn't think about preparing anything, otherwise it would be too troublesome to carry large and small packages, so he had already planned before coming, and all the necessary items were solved locally.

Anyway, he exchanged a lot of euros, enough for him to splurge.

But because there is Conley next to him, he doesn't plan to go shopping now. After all, there are not only domestic liars, but also many foreign liars.

Although the heart of harming others is not necessary, the heart of defending others is equally necessary.

As he walked, Conley excitedly introduced Xia Feng about everything here. It looked like he was the one who came to Paris for the first time. On the other hand, Xia Feng was always quiet, and his eyes were always intentional or unintentional. , swept over the tall European woman.

Conley didn't know if he noticed this, so he suddenly changed his words and said:

"There's another great place here, man, it's our men's paradise.

Strip girl clubs, beauties from all over the world, that ass... all are superb. "

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