The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

This question was suddenly intrigued by me and asked casually, but I didn't want to, and it caused Harold a great deal of trouble.

I can clearly see the deep embarrassment on Harold's face. It's not that he doesn't know, but he doesn't want to answer.

This also gave me an answer that I didn't say clearly, but was easy to understand: Harold is not as rich as the No. 1 doctor in Erie City.

I grinned, gave a smirk, and didn't ask more.

Harold rolled his head in embarrassment, and didn't want to look at me anymore, let alone answer my questions.

Therefore, the next journey was immersed in silence, embarrassment and joking smirk.

When there was still some distance from the villa, not far away, a little crisp child's voice suddenly heard: "Uncle Harold, Uncle Harold!"

Turning his head, an eleven or twelve-year-old girl with a long straight black hair combed her head, with excitement and joy on her face, and ran towards Harold with a smile.

"Yeah~" While I was joking, I uttered a long, but intriguing sigh: "So how are you?"

Harold crouched down with a smile on his face, intending to give the girl a warm hug as well.

However, my face was embarrassed by this ridicule of my slightness, and it was neither a hug nor a hug. For a while, the whole person froze.

Seeing this, I continued to add fuel and vinegar: "Lori has three good points, she is light and weak and can easily be overthrown~"

"It's enough!"

"presumptuous!"

Two voices sounded at the same time.

The first one was sent by Harold. He was already flushed with embarrassment. However, in the face of such a pure and happy girl, he had to cater to it so that the girl’s kindness would not be cold. Helplessly, he Had to stop shouting.

The latter one is Jennings. His words are full of anger and fear. It seems that he can't allow others to say that this girl is not good, but it does not have any effect on my woolen yarn. I am just pure The joke of Harold, as for this girl...hehe, let me say something presumptuous, what does she do to me if she is dead or alive?

Don't say that I'm too cold-blooded, and don't say that I don't know how to pity Xiangxiyu. She is neither my incense nor my jade. Why should I pity Xiangxiyu?

Although I can completely ignore Jennings's words, I think it is necessary to calm my dissatisfaction with him. From the beginning, he was rude and arrogant. To be honest, I have tolerated him for a long time.

Some people may wonder why I can smile at the watchdog of the Harrods Guild and even offer bribes, while Jennings, I plan to brutalize him?

The reason is very simple. Harold's watchdogs, they know that they are a weak group and have some plans, so small favors can be satisfied.

And Jennings, this guy put his status on people from the beginning, always looking at people with arrogance, even with disdain.

Although I do not deny the class nature of human beings, human beings are born equal, and status and identity are just a name imposed by the day after tomorrow. Without these, you and others are no different!

"Harold, I think this kid should be given some early education," I said.

"What do you mean by this?" Harold looked at me with uneasy eyes.

"She is a member of the Hefeng Continent. Sooner or later, I will understand this truth." I smiled, and slowly raised my right hand. The joints of the handguard on my hand made a slight rubbing sound: "The smell of blood, and, yes Awareness of death."

With that said, my hand slammed at Jennings with a look of horror.

"No!" Harold didn't even think about it, he drew his saber directly and held it horizontally in front of him, with a bang, blocking my claw.

However, he didn't seem to be particularly well prepared, and he was unstable at the moment, stepped back a few steps, and then sat down on the ground.

I also took a step back, but immediately stabilized my figure.

I’m not surprised that Harold suddenly stood up to block my attack. It’s not that he cares about Jennings’ life or death, but because he’s afraid that Jennings’s death will have nothing to do with the running girl positive effect.

Just as I was about to launch the second round of attacks, Harold suddenly shouted: "Stop it, don't kill anymore!"

I stopped and looked at the frightened Jennings coldly, and said, "Give me a reason."

"The child is innocent" Harold braced his arm, got up, walked a few steps between me and Jennings, stood in front of me, and said: "I don't want her to be hurt."

I turned my head, and sure enough, the girl was a little frightened. She stood there, with a pair of unidentified eyes, looking at me in fear.

"She is your child?" I asked.

Harold shook his head: "No."

"Your old lover's child?" I asked again.

"No" Harold shook his head again in denial.

"She is important to you?" I asked again.

Harold nodded: "Yes, it's important."

"Is she your lover?" I grinned and joked again.

"Enough of you" Harold said helplessly with a black line: "Not what you think, he is the child of my old classmate."

"Can't the children of classmates have sex?" I mumbled, expressing disdain.

"Well, I won't do it yet." I put away my movements, with a very relaxed look, and said: "Actually, I didn't intend to kill Jennings. Doing so would not have any profound educational significance for the girls. ."

"Then what did you just plan to do?" Harold asked casually, and he regretted it as soon as he finished the question.

I lived up to his expectations and uttered my true thoughts: "I planned to remove one of his arms first, then remove his other arm, then the left leg, and then After removing all the right leg, I plan to attack his crotch again, first take out the ball on his left, and then on the right..."

Jennings was so scared that he sat on the ground, shaking his whole body, I guess I would say a few more words, he will be like Charles, ‘sweeping’ in his crotch.

Harold interrupted me at the right time, and said, "Enough, don't go on, have you forgotten the purpose of this?"

I patted my forehead and apologized: "I'm sorry, I was excited for a while, I forgot, don't blame, don't blame."

As he was about to continue walking towards the villa, Harold squatted down again, opened his arms, and waved at the girl again.

The girl glanced at me hesitantly, pouted, and then looked at Harold's smiling face, and then happily jumped over.

Harold held the girl in his arms and rubbed her hair affectionately, like a father.

He turned his head and reproached me: "I said don't get too excited, you really scared her just now."

That tone seemed to blame an older brother who had bullied his younger sister.

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