The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

"Why are you so intent to kill?"

This sentence, Harold said frowning, not dissatisfied, but feeling uncomfortable.

Surrounding the killing intent, people or monsters will feel uncomfortable, just like the monsters who ran away when they saw me before, and the girls who were watching me like this, just like Harold in front of me.

"Nothing" I said coldly: "This has nothing to do with you."

"Too strong killing intent is not a good thing, it's easy to happen," Harold persuaded: "Moreover, I have never seen killing intent as strong as you."

I didn't return to him, I still stood aside coldly, but the killing intent around me had faded.

"Why are you stopping me?" I asked.

"You can't kill her" Harold said.

"She just wanted to kill me, should I wait to be killed?" I continued to ask.

"You may have misunderstood something" Harold said.

I didn't return him, just glanced at the shallow hole that was smashed out of the ground.

Harold looked at Qiankeng silently, his expression was a bit awkward, and he didn't say anything for a long time.

The slightly dark-skinned hammer girl, at this moment, slumped on the ground like noodles, panting heavily, drenched in cold sweat, soaking her white uniform.

She lowered her head, and refused to raise it for a long time. She didn't know if she was in a horror or in powerlessness. In my opinion, this girl was terrified by my strong killing intent.

Humph, deserve it!

Another girl not far from me was finally able to rise from the ground when the cover of my killing intent became weak. She stared at the broken sword in her hand blankly, without saying a word, her face was very ugly.

Next to her, stood a girl who was similar to her age, but this girl looked very special, exuding the breath of leader all over her body, and the other girls stared at her and observed her expression.

At this moment, she had no expression, just raised her eyes and looked at the broken sword that fell on my feet with white light.

"Anyway, I didn't kill them." Harold suddenly lowered his voice to me.

I looked at him, and he moved his eyebrows at me.

Taking a long breath, suppressing the dissatisfaction in his heart, the killing intent of the whole body has been reduced by half, and the irritable heart has also been greatly relieved.

Harold walked by my side and came to the standing Broken Sword girl, and said with concern: "How are they? How are their injuries?"

The girl shook her head: "There was no injury, but the two of them... both lost their fighting spirit."

"Can't fight anymore?" Harold asked.

The girl nodded, but her face was not so nervous: "It should be only temporary."

After speaking, she glanced at me Ruoyuowu.

Harold silently, a little, sighed: "It's no wonder that being forced by such a strong killing intent, even me, it feels somewhat difficult."

In a few words, the girl knew that the lives of her team members were not a major problem, so she let out a long sigh of relief and walked towards me.

"Team, captain..." The Broken Sword girl sitting on the ground said with difficulty.

The girl who was called as the captain ignored me, walked straight in front of me, paused, took a deep look at me, suddenly bowed her head, and said, "I'm sorry for the trouble, and thank you too. You did not kill my team members."

"Oh."

I didn't have any expressions, just faintly agreed.

"I'm the captain of the third team of the Erechium branch of the Rose Legion." The girl raised her head, stretched out her hand, and said in a very official manner: "My name is Jin Siqi, please take care of me in the future."

"Oh."

I shook hands with her symbolically, the tone was flat and brief, with a strong sense of boredom.

The scene was embarrassing at this moment.

I don't care about the embarrassment of the scene at all. It is not that I am narrow-minded. If I want to shake hands with the captain of the person who wanted to kill myself a moment ago, I can't do this, at least in a short time.

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Harold shook his head, walked over, patted me on the shoulder, smiled and said, "You have become stronger."

"It just happened to be upgraded."

"It just happens..." Harold smiled: "You are really humble."

"Before you were too intent to kill, I didn't see you clearly. I have to say sorry to you about this" Harold apologized.

However, from his words, I heard some other flavors: ‘the killing intent is too strong’, ‘not clearly seen’.

"The killing intent is too strong, what does it mean to not see clearly?" I asked.

Harold was taken aback and said, "Don't you know?"

I shook my head.

He squeezed his chin and thought about it, and said, "It turns out that it is...well, I understand."

"I don't know how the killing intent came from, but when the killing intent reaches a certain level, it will affect some other aspects of understanding," Harold said: "This includes sensory recognition."

"When you were fighting with Bao Manli, I really didn't recognize who you were, but I felt a little familiar, as if I had seen it somewhere." Harold pointed to the female soldier with broken sword who just stood up not far away, explaining Tao.

"Oh, then?" I asked.

"Until you cut Yu Shuangyu's warhammer with the sword, I didn't recognize you from the posture of you slashing people. Hey, ashamed." Harold lowered his head, but didn't feel ashamed.

"I think they attacked you, it should be the same as Harold's situation. They didn't see who you were, and they didn't ask why. They just took the liberty to think that you would endanger the members of our team, so they had to "Shoot" Jin Siqi explained.

"This is a good reason," I said, "If you change to an ordinary person, you may be dead."

"Those who can come here must not be ordinary people" Jin Siqi said.

I had no intention of arguing with her for this meaningless verbal quarrel. After my killing intent finally dissipated, I put away the Nakata sword and passed between Harold and Jin Siqi.

"Hey, do you want to join my guild?" Harold suddenly said, "How about going through deeper dungeons with us?"

I stopped and did not answer.

"You can, even if you are not the strongest now, at the speed of your growth, you will eventually become the strongest one day" Harold affirmed in German: "So, join us."

There was a little silence, I didn't turn around or look back, just said lightly: "I don't want it."

There was a burst of low voices from behind.

Ignoring these voices completely, I continued: "I have my own team. Although I am still playing solo by myself, one day, I will still come together with my players, and this day, it will not be too far. "

There was a brief and detailed discussion behind him, and Harold sighed: "Alright, then I look forward to seeing you next time."

I continued to move forward. Behind me, a female voice suddenly heard: "Lord Pervert, take care!"

Immediately afterwards, these words sounded like a surging river, and could not be suppressed.

It's those funny girls.

He raised his hand, shook it twice, then speeded up his pace and walked towards the depths of the Gobi.

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