The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

Men Ying had obviously not noticed my lonely expression.

However, even if he noticed it, he would ignore it at all.

Just ask, who would have noticed the joys, anger, sorrow, and joy of an unremarkable poor man?

It is better to compliment a wealthy owner for the benefits he wants.

This kind of psychology is too normal and too common, I can fully understand it, and I am indeed penniless.

When I was about to turn around and leave, I heard a woman's voice behind me: "What's the matter? Why are you chasing this guest away?"

Door Ying's panicked voice sounded: "I, I don't think he can afford the materials, so..."

"Hurry up and stop him!" The woman commanded: "If you judge people by appearance like you, this shop doesn't need to be operated anymore, just close it!"

"Yes Yes!"

The door ran a few steps in a panic, came to me respectfully, nodded and bowed his waist and said: "Guest, guest, I was wrong just now. Please don't care about me, you, please still please."

With that said, he made a very standard gesture of request.

I stopped, squeezed my pocket, and said, "There is nothing wrong with you, I really have no money."

With that said, I turned out the inside of my clothes pocket and showed him and the woman not far away: "Now understand."

After speaking, I turned and continued to leave.

Before two steps have been taken, the door greeted him again: "This guest, don't rush to go. Our store manager has requested. Please move forward and sit in our shop for a while, OK?"

He looked up at the female store manager and then at the door.

Good guy, Men Ying's eyes were full of pleading and anxiety, as if as long as I didn't agree, he would immediately squat down and curse me in circles.

"Uh...well."

I really can't stand it. A big man, looking at me with a bitter look in the street, will make me feel a nausea.

I followed the female shop manager into the material shop. As I imagined, this shop is very luxurious and the decoration is very particular.

There is a taste of European style.

The female shopkeeper kept walking and motioned for me to come inside and talk.

I stopped and did not follow.

If I just let me watch the precious materials on display, I would gladly accept it, but without saying anything, let me follow her into another place...

Seriously, I was a little bit resistant.

It's not that I'm afraid of this, it's really her enthusiasm that is too weird.

The female store manager turned her head and smiled: "Why, I'm afraid you won't make it if I eat it?"

The tone she said was very ambiguous, and she also seemed to be very casual, moving her index finger across her lips as if she was wiping saliva.

seduce!

This is Hong Guoguo's seduction!

I affirmed in my heart.

Although the temptation she showed was far less effective for me than my three fiancées, it was deadly enough.

I just feel that the lower body and the crotch are about to move around, but fortunately, I can still control it.

With a dry cough, I straightened my face and continued to follow the female store manager in.

The other shop assistants around me and their female shop manager pointed out and talked a lot.

I don't need to look at me to know that what bursts into their eyes is a mixture of ambiguous and gossip.

The innermost room is a bit like a private office, with little space, but format furniture is readily available.

The female shopkeeper motioned to me to find a place to sit down.

I searched for a sofa and sat down. The female shopkeeper was on the other side and asked me what I wanted to drink.

I only need a glass of boiling water.

Take the water glass and put it on the coffee table.

The female shopkeeper sat opposite me, took a sip of the water in the glass, and smiled: "Do you have anything you want to ask me?"

"Yes."

"Then you ask," the shopkeeper said, "but I may not always answer Yo."

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Tracey."

Tracey...

I thought for a while, and I was sure that I had never seen her before, but I subconsciously asked, "Do I know you?"

Tracy chuckled and said, "How do I know this, you have to ask yourself."

I laughed twice and said, "That's right, that's right, then, do you know me?"

Tracy rolled her eyes and said, "I don't know him, but he has a relationship."

"Haha..." I said: "One-sided destiny can make you recognize me. Should I praise you for your good memory, or should I say that I look unique?"

"It's all a bit," Tracey giggled: "But I think your hairstyle is more distinctive."

I touched my tousled silver hair and let out a helpless huh.

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting colder, Tracy said, "Don't you tell me your name?"

Only then did I remember that I patronized asking each other's name, and even forgot to report my own name. It was indeed a bit too rude.

Immediately, I introduced myself: "My name is An Xiaoyi, and I am a...poor adventurer in Ai Ruicheng."

When Tracy heard this, she giggled more loudly. She stretched out her slender right hand like white jade, and I quickly stretched out my right hand. As soon as I stretched it out, I found that I was still wearing a handguard and wanted to take off the handguard and shake hands with her. , But there are some scruples. After all, I am unfamiliar with the place of life. I am afraid that I will not pick it. I am also impolite. When he hesitated, I became embarrassed.

Tracy didn't seem to care about this. She stretched out her hand, took my handguard and shook it, and smiled: "Take care of that~"

"Ah, ah, take good care of you, take care of me," I said, withdrawing my hand angrily, and said: "You suddenly stopped me and called to this place, what's the matter?"

"Of course something is going on" Tracey said with a smile: "If I said, I was going to kill you, what would you do?"

I spread my hands and said indifferently, "Impossible."

"Oh? Why?" Tracey asked curiously.

"First of all, if you don’t have any intention to kill, naturally you don’t have the intention to kill me, you don’t have the intent to kill me, and kill me dry hair." I carelessly said: "Secondly, even if you have the intent to kill, I don’t know you, kill me. Dry hair? In the end, even if you get a reason to kill me, but you..."

I looked at the female shopkeeper up and down, smiled and said, "I'll be honest, even if there are two of you, it may not be my opponent."

"Are you so sure?" Tracey's eyes suddenly shrank, and a sharp breath erupted instantly, rushing toward me fiercely.

However, I was completely unmoved, still looking at Tracy on the opposite side with a careless expression.

"Why didn't you respond?" Tracey asked.

"Because you didn't do anything," I replied: "Moreover, your killing intent is too scattered, it doesn't look like you are going to kill me."

"What about this?" Tracey glared, stretched out her hand, and pierced my neck.

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