The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

The other adventurers saw that I acted fiercely and mercilessly, and were frightened to stop them. They scattered one after another, stopping three or four meters away from me, staring at me.

I closed my hands and glanced around. There was a lot of space around me, except for the one who fainted when I punched my nose, the one whose knee was broken by my kick, and the one who vomited blood and fell to the ground after hitting my chest with an elbow. outside.

I made a ‘cut’, turned to Charles, and said, "Give me an answer, is the breastplate still or not?"

Charles was stared at me, and he stepped back two steps and looked eagerly to the left and right, only to find that the people on the left and right were also looking at him, his eyes full of hesitation and fear.

"You..." Seeing me taking a step towards him, Charles was like an anxious dog, crying: "Don't come over, don't come over!"

I kept walking, feeling upset, and angrily said: "I said, are you sick? I just want to get my breastplate back. Where are you afraid of doing anything!"

"Help, help me!" He turned his head abruptly, and shouted toward the right side of the crowd. The call for help was really hoarse. Except for me, almost everyone looked at the right side in unison.

"I was tired of your tricks when I was ten years old." I looked contemptuous, spread my hands, and shook my head.

Unexpectedly, a cold wind swept past, hitting from the right side, my heart was stunned, and immediately stopped, my body tilted slightly, avoiding the cold wind and sharp blades, and I turned my head to see that it was a spear!

"I wiped it, you didn't bluff me." I stepped back, avoiding the spear, and said, "It turns out that I blamed you."

Stopping and watching, straight ahead, a handsome guy with long golden hair and fair complexion stared at me sharply, exuding a touch of murderous intent.

I looked at him up and down several times. He was dressed in a precious armor with a lot of silver nails inlaid between the gaps. A large dark red cloak reflected a faint arc in the sun. At first glance, it was a very precious silk weaving.

This outfit alone cannot be bought without spending a thousand or eight hundred gold coins.

"Hey" I looked at his equipment enviously, and my unhappy tone became heavier: "I said, where did you kill'Cheng Yaojin'?"

However, the handsome blond man was very stylish and completely ignored my words. Instead, he asked Charles in a low voice, "What's the matter?"

Charles saw the handsome blond man beside him, and then slowly recovered his state. He rustled out his handkerchief and wiped his sweat. His voice was trembling: "I'm collecting the bills. Who knows the origin of this sting? I shot it when I met, no, it hurt several of my brothers."

The handsome blond nodded, and said to me in a serious tone: "Why are you obstructing my collection and hurting others?"

"I'm here to get the breastplate back" I honestly said without concealing it.

The handsome blond frowned and asked Charles: "Did you take his breastplate?"

"No!" Charles fully recovered his previous arrogance: "What breastplate? Why don't I know?"

I laughed angrily by his words: "Yeah, you have a dog-faced face. If you change, you change?"

"He said no" The handsome blonde's eyes became more chilly: "That's it you are lying?"

"Hey, he said that if there is no, there is no" I was even more upset: "You said I lied, can I guilty of lying to you? Besides, do you have any evidence?"

"Then do you have evidence?" The handsome blond said coldly: "Do you have evidence that Charles took your breastplate?"

"I have a certificate!" After speaking, I looked back at the weapon shop.

When my gaze met that of Old Paige, the old guy shuddered and flinched and hid. Only Mi Lulu was holding a pair of small fists and staring at Charles angrily. .

"Hey, how could Old Paige be so cowardly, isn't the goblin's timidity really hopeless?" I covered my face and sighed helplessly.

"Forget it, everything is nonsense, I can see it, you two are in the same group" Moved my finger, I turned to Mi Lulu and said, "Hey, Mi Lulu, throw me a big sword come."

Mi Lulu immediately turned and went back to the house, and in the blink of an eye, she pulled out a sword and handed it to me. She herself dragged a tomahawk aggressively and stood beside me.

I stared down at the murderous Mi Lulu, puzzled: "Hey, hey, what did I say are you doing?"

"Fight side by side with you!" Mi Lulu replied simply, alive and well like a comrade in arms.

"Don't mess up." I stretched out my hand, grabbed the battle axe, and threw it into the weapon shop. Then, I pulled her shoulders and pushed her back into the weapon shop: "I said you don't mess up. The goods owe me a breastplate, I have to ask him for it."

"He not only slandered my uncle, but also played hooligans on me, and I also want him to settle accounts!" Mi Lulu looked sulky.

"You're all right" I said with a stern face, "This account has to be settled, and I will count it first."

Returning to the place, confronting the handsome blond guy, I swung the sword twice in the void and said, "It seems that this account is not clear with my mouth. Let's do it."

"I also meant it." The handsome blond man waved his spear and put on a posture, "Come on."

"Clark, this kid has some strength, please pay attention" Charles reminded in a low voice.

The handsome blond Clark said ‘um’ and stared at me closely, like two sharp knives.

On the other hand, I looked disdainful and stubbornly said: "I have short weapons, I am too lazy to go, come here."

"Okay, I'll go over, take it to death!" Clark yelled, sending the spear in his hand, and drew a straight line out of thin air, flashing cold light, and came straight to my throat.

"A shot is a killer move, your kid is ruthless!" I secretly said in my heart, with a sword, lining directly on the blade of the gun, with a pounding sound, the blade of the gun was skewed out by two inches, and pierced my head and shoulders. Past.

Seeing the gun blade pierced through, Clark immediately retracted his wrists, swished, and put the spear back in front of my chest.

This spear was quick and fierce, even worse than the previous spear.

"Cut" I made a sound between my teeth, stretched out my right hand, slapped the spear, pushed it hard, and slapped it away again, rubbing my arms against it.

"Good risk, good risk" I said: "The newly changed clothes, if it breaks, I will definitely be stripped and beaten by Phoenix and the others."

Seeing that I was not afraid of his marksmanship, and there was even idle time talking nonsense there, Clark was furious, his spear was constantly inserted in his hand, and his marksmanship changed frequently, turning my body up and down, left and right. The whole was enveloped.

More and more pedestrians and adventurers gathered around. Seeing that there was a fight, all of them stayed away and watched, but they were all applauding.

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