The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

Seeing his fascinating appearance, I really don't want to disturb him, so I plan to quit quietly.

As we all know, when a person walks backwards, his steps are not steady. The most important thing is that he has no eyes on the back of his head and he cannot see the road behind him clearly.

Although I look back frequently, but because of my anxiety, what my eyes see is a macroscopic aspect. As for what is under the feet, who will pay attention!

Then, a slippery round sphere just stayed quietly less than two inches from my heel.

In order to walk silently, I always maintained the rhythm of raising my legs and taking small steps.

Tragedy was born like this...

The raised legs fell down at a uniform speed, and stepped firmly on the slippery, round thing.

Since my weight is on my feet, when one leg loses stability, the other leg also loses its steady rhythm.

Under the horror, I hurriedly raised my arms in order to maintain the last trace of balance in my body, but at this time, my nose started to itch, and it was not a normal itch, it was simply extremely itchy.

Although I don’t know why the nose suddenly becomes so itchy, but I know that the consequences it will bring about are irreversible-after a second, I feel sad and terrified , Made a deafening sneeze!

Immediately afterwards, my whole person was like the collapsed Mount Everest, crashing heavily to the ground.

When he opened his eyes again, Jackson looked at me with horror, his eyes rounded, and the big shield lying beside him, like a small city wall, stood in front of him. Condensed a layer of light of his unique combat technique-this is a defensive combat technique used specifically against powerful enemies.

At this time, he looked completely as if he was facing an enemy.

"Hug, sorry..." I scratched my head and smiled apologetically at him.

"What the hell?" Jackson muttered.

"Ah, nothing, I'm practicing fancy sneezing" I bared my teeth, hey.

"By the way, you happened to be here. Come and help me." Jackson put down his big shield and waved at me.

"Come on!"

As soon as he stepped forward, Jackson mysteriously took out a stack of papers from his arms and unfolded them to me one by one. As the paper unfolded, patches of blush appeared on his face, like warm spring. Peach blossoms.

Imagine that a peach blossom-like pink blush can appear on a big man's face. How terrifying!

Anyway, I, beside him, always felt like I was in the mouth of a tiger.

Feeling that he had unfolded all the pieces of paper, I turned my head and looked at it, my eyes straightened, then panic-stricken, then panic, and finally disbelief.

In front of me, the unfolded stack of papers turned out to be photos of the boss's wife!

And it was shot from different distances, different perspectives, multiple directions, and multiple poses!

These are not the main points. The main point is that there is no photo, the lady boss is looking here!

In other words, these photos were taken secretly!

This sullen Jackson really did not expect that he has the potential to be a paparazzi!

"Where did these all come from?" I asked tentatively.

He admired the pictures intoxicatedly, and said, "Of course I took them."

"You took them?" I was amazed: "These were all taken by yourself, and you didn't..."

Speaking of this, my eyes suddenly widened, and my whole body was not good: "You bought a magic camera?"

"Shhh!" Jackson was shocked, covering my mouth, motioning for me to silence.

I nodded.

He released his hand and continued to admire the burly and hearty lady boss in the photo with a face full of intoxication: "How about it, it's a good shot."

"Okay, very good, so good!"

I gave a thumbs up, full of black lines, against my heart.

To be honest, many of these photos are vague and can barely score 10 points. Of course, it is a hundred-point system.

However, his Xiaoqiang spirit, which he must love when he died, shocked me completely, so on this point, I gave him another eighty-nine points!

For the remaining one point, when he was beaten to death by the proprietress, I will engrave him on the tombstone.

"Help me pick, which one is the best?" Jackson stared at the photo without looking back.

"I feel...they are all good" I said: "If you like it, you can put it all in your pocket."

"What are you talking about!" Jackson raised his eyebrows and said: "I asked you to help me choose the best looking one. I want to put it in my personal pocket as a talisman!"

"Haha" I was expressionless: "I think sticking it on the forehead is more self-defense."

"Oh? Do you think so?" Jackson frowned, thinking for a while, and muttered: "It's not impossible, just for fear of being regarded as a pervert."

By the way, are you still immutable now?

I questioned in my heart.

"Actually, I think this one is better, you can help me see it." Jackson said, sending a photo to my eyes.

In the photo, the proprietress raised a plate of dishes, with a hearty smile, and walked towards a nearby table of guests. With her other hand raised high, she made a strong posture of lifting dumbbells to the other table guests. Initiated a provocation in a joke mode. As for the guests at that table... Since they were not in the photo range, God knew they were drying their hair.

"Look, she in the photo is so cheerful and passionate. This is the other half I dream of! Oh, looking at her, my heart is about to melt!" Jackson's expression was like a Cats in [love].

"Haha" My face was stiff, and the corners of my mouth twitched: "You like it."

After Jackson carefully put away the photo, I said: "By the way, Jackson, let me ask you something."

Because he found the most favorite photo, Jackson seemed to be in a very good mood. It was an exception. He changed his previous boring gourd image and sat next to me with a red face: "What's the matter, Xiaoyi, as long as I know, know Everything is said."

"Where did you get your combat skills?" I asked.

"You said this?" Jackson picked up the shield and launched his combat skills again. For a moment, a faint white light enveloped the surface of the shield, as if it was coated with a silver film.

"My father left this to me" he said, raising the shield in front of me, and said, "You hit it with your fist."

"Haha" I said, "I'm the best. I can't do anything about using my fist to hit a shield."

"I didn't tell you to hit hard." Jackson looked at me contemptuously: "I just said let you give it a try. If you give it a punch, you almost know what's going on."

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