The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

The café frolicking and scolding suddenly fell silent.

The eyes of all the diners turned to our table.

Among them, there are many people who are envious, jealous, mocking, people who are not afraid of big things, and people who are strong on soy sauce.

I can even feel one or two applauding glances, giving me full energy.

However, in these two eyes full of positive energy, there seems to be a faint sympathy and sadness hidden.

I guess that the owner of the gaze must have encountered a similar situation when he was young. The young and ignorant he may accidentally choose a wrong option, and he was ruthlessly discarded by the women he admired in an instant.

From then on, he embarked on a path of no return that can only be accompanied by Xiao Zuo and Xiao You for a lifetime, called a single dog.

I was startled with a drop of cold sweat.

The boss lady with a wild face tried her best to show a harmless and peaceful smile, trying to make me feel her caring for me.

If the gloating look in her eyes could be better hidden, I would really believe it if I'm not sure.

Hum hum.

I sneered three times in my heart.

You still look down on me too much, madam.

I am neither a three-year-old **** kid with a big nose while licking a lollipop, nor an eight- or nine-year-old bear kid who is all right to pee and mud balls, holding a slingshot to dig out bird eggs!

Hidden in my heart is the soul of a man who is thirty-three years old in two lives!

House is a kind of spirit!

It's an undead spirit that doesn't stop reading all the blockbuster movies, doesn't appreciate the animation and doesn't close your eyes!

Thirty-three is an experience!

It witnesses the growth and strengthening of my unicorn arms, and at the same time protects my increasingly mature heart that longs for love!

In front of my uncle who is both energetic and experienced, any problem is not a problem, any difficulty will become a cloud!

Although at this moment, my facial expression is still rigid in the pattern of smiling.

Although at this moment, the inside of my right arm has quietly climbed onto Barbara's slender fingers, and I may suffer the sweet torture like winding a clockwork at any time.

Although at this moment, a certain position of my right leg calf has been completely numb by the Phoenix kick, it is estimated that if this lasts a few minutes, I can go to Uncle Witt to order the wooden leg.

However, I did not admit defeat, nor gave up!

My brain is like a working, 5,000-rotation motor, rumbling non-stop, racing against time to provide me with any ideas that might save me.

The magical quartz clock hung on the wall made a light click. When the needle swayed slightly and fixed on the number '8', the light blue cover made of colored glaze surged under the cover of magic light. A streamer like sea waves.

It's a pity that this amazing beauty flowed out in an untimely atmosphere, and it happened to be caught by me, as if pouting my femme fatale.

I really want to cut it into two with a single knife!

I made my inner voice.

One knife. . Two paragraphs. .

I seem to remember something, and continue to burn my mind.

Kill two kills.

Make a cut of the wishful sword!

Suddenly I remembered a very distant island country animation in which a boy with a deformed appearance, holding a luminous plastic sword, driving a Gundam robot made of unknown material, started with another group of deformed teenagers. The story of desperate struggle.

And the protagonist inside, the deformed boy, most likes to use the trick, is "one cut and two, wishful divine sword".

This trick often has an amazing special effect, that is, it can divide the enemy's Gundam, and even the enemy inside, into two absolutely equal parts.

This domineering and mighty move has also made me talk about it when I am in a mentally disabled age. In order to practice this amazing skill, I even grabbed dozens of innocent insect blood sacrifices.

Until the end, I still failed to practice this amazing stunt.

However, all this is limited to the past life.

This is the Zephyr continent, not the blue planet.

I'm not the 28-year-old obese otaku either.

Here, I am a 22-year-old aspiring young man with a silver hair that can achieve perfect white without bleaching, a pretty handsome face, a body with unlimited potential, and a pair of hard training. Thirteen years of unicorn arm.

Although I still haven't got rid of the title of single dog.

but!

Compared with the previous life, there has been a qualitative leap.

Because in front of me, there are two girls who are jealous for me.

Although the two of them, one of them is **** the inner side of my arm with their white and naive hands, while the other, with their small and delicate feet, is accurately kicking my right calf at a speed of more than 400 beats per second. The same location.

However, I still feel very happy.

Even want to cry.

It hurts. .

The meat in my arm was about to declare necrosis, and the right leg calf was about to face the critical juncture of amputation. I cleared my throat twice and slowly stood up from the seat.

Barbara and Phoenix also closed their hands and feet instantly, sitting quietly on their seats like ladies, and gave me the sweetest smile.

My gentleman bowed to the diners, then bowed to the proprietress, smiled and said: "Thank you for the delicious fried sardines the proprietress gave. I'm sorry, I can't enjoy it."

"Because I want to dedicate it to my most beloved girl."

"Oh oh~~"

"Oh~~"

The diners sent out a shocking whistle, some sincerely blessed me, and more, it was soy sauce to watch the excitement and not afraid of big things.

I raised my hand and swayed it, and the diners quickly became quiet.

"Before that, let me perform a small show for everyone, which can not only boost the interest, but also set the atmosphere, you say, OK?"

"it is good!"

"bring it on!"

The diners were in high spirits, and all their eyes focused on me.

Phoenix, Barbara and others also looked at me with interest.

The lady boss still smiles, seeming to want to see what interesting tricks I can make.

On the surface I am smiling, but in fact I am in embarrassment. This mitigation strategy is indeed very successful. However, the problem is that I have never thought about performing a show!

God knows how outrageous words come out suddenly when I pump my brain.

Although I meant to divide the fried sardines on the plate into two equal portions, is this a show?

Please, most of the adventurers present can do this.

Individuals may be able to easily engrave the word ‘fennel’ on the fish’s body, although they do not know the other three different ways of writing.

But I don’t know either!

At this moment, my expression is still so plain and natural, but a huge wave has already been set off in my heart.

God knows, once I can't perform a show that can hold the scene, I wonder if they will come to a live performance version of the shredded ghost like some brainless patriotic film.

I can even see that in a certain corner, a muscular bald head is strong, holding a sledgehammer weighing more than 400 kilograms, and constantly beating the ground to add fun, his fierce face is full of expectant light.

If I know that this is actually my mitigation plan, it is estimated that a hammer will fly over and inlay me on the wall as a mural.

What should we do to satisfy everyone's expectations and divide the fried sardines on the plate into two?

My brain was still spinning frantically, and smoke began to appear in my ears.

With a click, my mind freezes on a very brilliant idea.

He took out a gold coin from his backpack and shook it before everyone's eyes.

"This is a gold coin, a genuine gold coin. Come on, this handsome gentleman, you can come forward and check if this is a gold coin made of real gold?"

The handsome young man of the elven race came to the front under my instruction and began to make careful identification.

With the talent of children of nature, they can easily distinguish the authenticity of a thing.

This is the superiority given to them by nature.

It is beyond the reach of other races.

The handsome young man with pale green hair identified it for a while, then turned around and nodded.

"Yes, this is indeed a gold coin made of real gold."

"and then?"

"Is it just that we look at the color of the gold coin?"

The diners started booing again.

"Next—"

My volume increased, and the messy voice in the cafe instantly dropped: "I will perform a magic trick for you."

"What is magic?"

"Is it the same as magic?"

The diners were whispering, but their eyes still focused on me.

"Magic can only destroy gold coins, but magic can make them disappear."

I returned them with a magical smile.

The gold coin stood quietly between the thumb and index finger, reflecting the dazzling golden light, irritating everyone's eyes.

Shaking the gold coin, I spread it flat in my hand and showed it, and then quickly dropped it into the other hand, holding it slightly with both hands.

"Now the gold coin is in my right hand, right?"

I asked everyone.

"Yes."

"Yes."

Gently spreading out his right hand, the gold coin lay quietly on the palm of the hand, with the pattern upward, like a joking smiling face, mocking my failed performance.

However, the performance continues.

"Next, is the really interesting link."

I smiled and gently lifted the fried sardines on the table and placed them on the side of the bar, while I still stood facing the diners with a confident smile on my face.

The left hand and the right hand slowly overlapped, and the gold coins in the hands were slowly covered by the hands together. The fingers moved slightly, as if they were playing the strings of a pipa, making it difficult to detect.

The hands were completely close together, and there was no gap between the palms.

Gently exhaling in a straight line with his palms close together, he slowly dropped his hands and came to the diners. Starting from the thumb, the left and right hands were separated bit by bit, as if to show everyone the truth.

When each pair of fingers is opened, the diners will make a tacit ‘oh’.

When the five pairs of fingers were all separated, everyone's eyes gathered on the palm of my hand, which was close to the end, and refused to move away.

Swish, separate palms.

Empty, nothing.

The diners were startled for a while, then suddenly boiled.

"Where are the gold coins?"

"Where are the gold coins?"

Everyone's eyes are full of expectations.

Phoenix and Barbara even wanted to rush to search my whole body.

The lady boss was also slightly curious, waiting for me to solve the mystery of the magic.

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