The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

When Raphael mocked Harold almost to the fullest extent, I crossed the bar impatiently: "Can the two of you flirt and curse for a while? I have something to ask for help. "

Maybe it was because my voice was soft, or the voice was too gentle, Raphael chose to ignore my existence and continued to taunt Harold.

"That..." I waved my hands twice, trying to get Raphael's attention.

Ran and egg.

My eye sockets twitched, I just felt a crow flying over me, making a series of quacks, leaving a neat row of ellipsis.

Ha ha......

I let out two dry laughs, my expression stiffened.

Beside him, Harold's voice sounded: "Enough, Raphael, stop, let's talk about what he proposed."

"Harold, I find that you are getting less and less mature, and even the most basic courtesy that a gentleman should have is gone." Raphael continued to choose to ignore me, and still launched a mocking offensive against Harold: "Could it be that You don’t know, should you listen to me first? Where did you learn all the knowledge you learned in school...Ah! What are you going to do!"

Suddenly, Raphael's voice was as tragic and sharp as a pig that had been stabbed in the **** by a knife, with panic and panic.

It was me who caused this incident.

When I spoke before, my legs were already tightened. It can be said that that is the maximum limit I can bear. If it weren’t for Harold’s face and the circumstances that I might turn to him for help, I He had already screwed off his head and stuffed it into his ass.

And now, my actions should be regarded as merciful.

At this moment, my left hand is firmly pinched on his neck. As long as I use a little bit of force, his neck, which has no small squeaky legs, will be easily broken by me.

Life and death are in my hands. I saw Raphael’s eyes were full of panic, but his face was always proud.

This is an out-and-out death to face.

"father!"

An anxious and panicked childish voice came not far behind herself, and it was made by the little girl named Betty.

"An Xiaoyi, don't be impulsive!" This was Harold's voice.

Huh? Where is Jennings' voice? Isn't he worried that his teacher will be killed by me?

"Now, can you listen to me calmly?" I asked with a smile.

Raphael said with difficulty: "You, what do you want to do?"

"I just wanted to ask you for some things" I said: "However, I was ignored by you."

"You, do this, like, please, attitude?" Raphael's voice was intermittent, his throat was a little breathless by my pinch, and his face turned red.

"It's really not like now." I smiled. "But, with the standard attitude of asking for help, you won't bother me."

I shrugged and continued: "Since the standard method doesn't work, why don't I solve it in my own way? You see, this is not simple and can attract your attention."

"You, it's murder!" Raphael gasped hard, and a pair of bull eyes stared at me in horror: "I am, Iri City, first..."

"An La An La, I know that you are the number one doctor in Ariel City" I tilted my head and continued: "But what does that have to do with me?"

"Your number one name may be given to you by those high-ranking officials and dignitaries who see a doctor, and not really obtained by hanging pots." I sneered, and said, "Maybe, your medical skills may not be good. Better than those pastors who wander around and heal people."

"You, do you dare to doubt me..." Raphael's words were not finished yet, and my hand strength increased by another point, his breathing became harder again, and his face became flushed again.

"Don't hurt my father!"

There was a childish babble, followed by a series of footsteps. It seems that Betty broke free of Harold's hand when he was helpless, ran to my side, and activated all her actions against my arm guards and legs. All attack methods that can be launched.

"Betty!"

Harold was taken aback, hurried forward, pulled Betty aside, and said, "An Xiaoyi, put him down. If you really kill him, who will go to see Pachi’s wife? If this happens, who would be willing to see Pachi’s wife?"

"Harold, where does the second doctor in Erie City live?" I asked suddenly, my voice full of coldness.

"What do you want to do?" Harold's voice trembled.

"It's very simple. The first doctor died violently for no reason. All his family members and relatives were killed." I said slowly: "There is no way. I can only go to the second doctor. What do you think?"

The last sentence, I said to Raphael.

"An Xiaoyi, don't mess around" Harold said: "You will be punished if you do this!"

"Punishment?" I sneered: "Since I came into this world, I have been punished every day. As for the punishment you mentioned, Harold, do you think you have the ability to stop me?"

Harold muttered, and his face flushed for a while before he said: "I, I am indeed not your opponent, I just hope you can let this kid go."

With that, he firmly guarded Betty behind him.

"Wait, wait a minute" Raphael's voice was dry and hoarse.

I turned my head and said, "Is there anything else?"

"I, I will help you, say it, anything, I will help you, just beg you, don’t, kill me" Raphael’s attitude suddenly turned a hundred and eighty degrees, his eyes not only Fear and pleading, that proud expression didn't last long before it disappeared.

"Why should I believe you?" I asked, tilting my head.

"I, yes, the first doctor, there will be no falsehood in what he said!" Raphael's eyes started to turn white. It is estimated that in a few minutes, he will completely lose consciousness.

"Harold, are his words credible?" I asked coldly.

"Credible."

"Very well, I will let you go for a while, but if you let me know that you lied to me, I will kill you as soon as possible."

With a plop, I threw Raphael to the ground.

I turned around, looked at Harold, and blinked twice with my right eye.

Harold nodded slightly at me, but the expression on his face remained the same.

Yes, from the beginning, this was the play Harold and I played together.

On the way to come, Harold and I walked side by side, and consciously or unconsciously distanced themselves from Jennings who led the way.

While walking, I asked Harold in a low voice about the character of the first doctor and other questions, and in the end, planned the play.

I have to say that the effect is indeed remarkable, which makes me very satisfied, but I am wronged by the little girl who knows nothing and is terrified, she may hate me from now on.

In this regard, I can only helplessly smile.

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