The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

Emily in casual clothes, whether walking or standing, is a beautiful scenery.

But it only stops at walking and standing.

This is the emotion I can't help but stand under the fruit tree and look up at the top of the tree.

Emily, who collected the fruits, acted as if she was in a war. There was no moment of jumping, and no technique was not clean.

What she held in her hand was a saber with flashing silver light, and it was also her usual combat weapon.

The elves have always cherished their swords, and will not use them for battle until the critical moment.

Of course, this is limited to most elves. Among the elves I know, only the Elf Queen, Princess Analita and a few elders do.

Lilya’s saber had long been melted into a dagger by her for self-defense; Princess Analeta didn’t seem to take her sabre seriously at all. I was puzzled before, the elf queen and Anali Princess Ta is so precious that her saber is so precious, why does Princess Analeta, who is a little sister, care about her saber so much?

Seeing it now, the answer was found, most of which was influenced by her master, Emily.

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Emily's position on the tree is constantly changing, and the saber in her hand is constantly shining with white sword light. Each flash of sword light means that one or more fruits have fallen.

Although her actions are fierce, but still chic, but they hurt me under the tree, with her hands tied, like a child who wants to embrace the sky, running around with Emily's figure, while trying to beware When the fallen fruit hits, one side must accurately catch the fallen fruit to prevent them from falling to the ground and falling into pieces.

This is not only a technical job, but also a physical exercise.

Anyway, when Emily finally jumped from the tree, I was tired and became a dog.

The grass was full of fruits that I caught and dropped. Fortunately, I threw them out with little force. Most of the fruits were intact. Emily was also very satisfied.

I asked her: "Does it always look like this when you pick fruits by yourself?"

She said lightly: "No, I usually go up with my pocket."

With that, she took out a neatly folded pocket from her side, unfolded it, and began to pick up the fruits one by one.

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After the fruit is picked, start picking vegetables.

Seeing Emily looking for vegetables piece by piece, I suddenly couldn't bear it, so I asked her: "What kind of vegetables do you need, tell me, and I will find them for you."

"Lettuce, cucumber, lettuce..."

Emily did not decline or politely, but directly told me the name of the vegetable she needed.

I listened to it, wrote it down, told her to wait here, and ran to another part of the Fairy Forest by myself.

Along the way, I watched whether Emily followed, or if someone was following me quietly, but after I ran a few hundred meters, I let go of my heart. It seemed that Emily’s trip was really just It's just to pick fruits and vegetables, not to have any other ideas.

In fact, the vegetables I know are relatively limited, but there are people I know who know vegetables very well.

That's right, it's a fairy.

Fairy clan not only knows vegetables very well, it can even be said that as long as they are plants, there is no one they don't know, understand, or are not proficient in.

I promised Emily to help her pick vegetables. In fact, I wanted to ask the fairies for help.

But I will not bring Emily into the realm of fairies, because now I don't know her very well, and I don't know whether her position is a pro-fairy or an enemy.

Fortunately, the former, if it were the latter, the goblin tribe would be in danger. After all, Emily was the strongest powerhouse among the young generations of the Hefeng Continent.

I can't just make fun of the existence of the fairies.

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Before entering the fairy land, I greeted the fairy patriarch. After entering the land, I picked up a few large bags of vegetables that had been prepared. I thanked them and left quickly.

After leaving, I deliberately put the bag next to me, inspected the surroundings, and confirmed that there was no turbulence before I walked back the same way.

Emily was still waiting in place, her legs close together, sitting on her side, against the faint light spots around her, she was like a fairy out of dust, quietly feeling everything in nature.

I looked at her quietly for a while, then closed my eyes and lost my mind. Then I walked over with the vegetables and said, "I've been waiting."

Emily raised her head and looked at me. From her white skin, a layer of close golden light enveloped her, making me obsessed.

After a little lost, I closed my eyes again, cleared my throat, coughed twice, and said, "What? These are the vegetables you want. Tap it to see if the variety is correct."

She gave a soft ‘um’.

I felt a hand taking the cloth bag from my shoulder and then opened my eyes.

Emily is still looking at me, still beautiful and dazzling, but because I am mentally prepared, her beauty is not as intimidating as before.

After counting the number and types, she gathered the bag and said, "Yes, that's it."

I picked up the bags one by one, carried them on my shoulders, waved my hand, and said, "Lead the way, I will send you back."

Emily did not refuse, but went with me. At this time, the sky was past dusk, the street lights were on, and there were scattered pedestrians walking on the street.

I asked Emily: "Do you pick fruits and vegetables every day?"

"Not every day" she said lightly: "Only occasionally."

"Do you always come home so late every time?" I asked again.

She shook her head: "It's much later than today. There are a lot of vegetables and fruits in the forest, but they grow in many places, and they usually have to be picked late at night."

"Why not go to the store to buy it?" I wondered.

"The vegetables in the store are not tasty" she said lightly.

Soon, I and her came to the door of the house. Seeing her taking out the key to open the door, I said, "Then I will go back first."

Turning around and about to leave, I felt that someone behind me was pulling my clothes. When I turned my head, Emily's hand was pulling at the corner of my clothes.

"Something?" I asked.

She nodded and said, "Thanks to you today, come in for a cup of tea."

I looked at the sky and it was not too late. I guess Fenghuang and the others nodded their heads before cooking, carrying a few bags, and followed in.

Emily’s tree house is very small, even less than one-third the size of my tree house. The furnishings in the room are also quite simple. In addition to the necessary furniture, there is only one more furnishing—that’s one. The old photo frame, the photos inside are also a bit old.

In the photo, there is a pair of smiling and sunny men and women. In their arms, they hold a sleeping baby who is still in the swaddle.

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