The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

After eating a few pieces of raw meat, I finally felt full.

He patted **** the belly, took a hard breath, turned over, and got up from the ground.

I wondered if I would get a few pieces to carry for later use. After hesitating for a while, he still gave up the idea decisively.

The pieces of old meat in my stomach are enough to digest for a while, and the backpack has always been tied to Xiaoxian's back, and there is no place for me to carry meat.

Subconsciously touched the wrinkled and shabby cowhide jacket without a pocket, and sighed helplessly.

Walking cautiously in the middle of the tunnel, watching the surrounding movement vigilantly.

In the dark place, there was a ticking sound of dripping water. Although I wanted to drink water, I didn't dare to venture into those dark corners. God knew if there would be monsters waiting to ambush.

Now that I don’t have a weapon in my hand, it’s equivalent to weakening half of my strength value. .

Although I think my agility is not low, I still can't take this risk.

Endure the thirst throat, and move patiently.

Turning the first corner, the light on the top seemed to become brighter, and the space of the corridor became more spacious.

Observed carefully from left to right, and found nothing suspicious, only then relieved his mind and continued on the road.

After not walking far, I saw several oval-shaped objects moving ahead under a large rock.

what is that?

I stopped, holding my breath, afraid to make the slightest movement, for fear of attracting the attention of those things.

Slightly squinting his eyes, looking far away, with the not weak light, he finally saw the appearance of the oval-shaped thing.

Light gray fur, round body, short limbs that are not very dexterous, and a small head that is not very prominent-rock guinea pig!

This is a small mouse that naturally grows in dungeons. It is delicious and non-aggressive. It is favored by the vast number of dungeon monsters and ranks first among the most popular animals in dungeons.

And this kind of little thing is very timid, and can come out for food in such a fair manner, presumably there will be no monsters in the vicinity.

This information is not fabricated out of thin air, but is recorded in the latest version of the Adventurer's Manual.

I tiptoed close to a few unaware rock guinea pigs, grinning all over their faces.

Although my stomach is not hungry, it is still good to grab a few juicy rock guinea pigs to moisturize my throat.

At a distance of one meter or so, I stopped, both hands turned into eagle claws, and slowly approached the stupid little mouse who didn't know that I was in trouble.

A tiger jumped, and his left and right hands held down an unknowing rock guinea pig.

The rest of the rock guinea pigs were startled by the sudden behemoth, and squeaked around and fled.

For those rock guinea pigs that have escaped and are running, I don't pay any attention to them. Anyway, small snacks have been obtained, and greed is definitely not a good thing.

Squeeze the two plump rock guinea pigs to death with slight pressure with both hands, remove the head and torso, discard the gray fur, and chew them hard.

This time, I finally got the feeling of Bey. Although it is not clear how high its protein content is, I have to say that it is really chicken flavor and crunchy!

Slightly raised his right hand, made a toast, shook the **** guinea pig meat in his hand, and said vaguely: "Salute to the man at the top of the food chain!"

After drinking blood and eating meat, my throat is no longer thirsty, and my physical strength seems to be more energetic.

I shook my arms, stretched my legs, and felt that the whole person was too good. Even if a goblin warrior suddenly popped out, I would dare to fight it hard—wrestle my wrists.

What do you think I mean, fight it hard?

Don't make trouble, that kind of silly big guy with a fat brain and a fat belly, who didn't take advantage of him, I really can't do him.

This unfamiliar corridor is not only twisted and twisted, but also extremely long. Fortunately, there is no such a headache as a fork.

I walked cautiously while thinking wildly in my head.

Since I came to this world, I have been a lonely person. I wandered through the boring life of life and death every day, and I didn’t feel any discomfort. After I met Phoenix and the others, I didn’t feel any special feelings about being noisy. ; Now he suddenly changed back to another person, suddenly felt that something was missing, and my heart was very empty.

This is the distress of mature men. .

While posing a high-cold look, he sighed decadently.

Quietly sticking my head out of the rock wall, looking at the situation behind the other corner, suddenly, behind a half-person high rock, I saw a glowing object, as if it was. . The sharp corners of the sword!

"A monster... or an adventurer?"

Selective questions are reflected in my mind.

Slowly squat down his body, leaning against the rock wall, his brain is spinning rapidly.

Is it to find out the situation, or to return to the original path and retreat quietly?

If you choose to explore the path, what should you do if the opponent is holding a sword and ambushing there?

Even if it is really an adventurer, if his (her) identity is a corpse thieves, wouldn't it be me!

Even if it takes ten thousand steps, it is really an adventurer. . I. .

The mind became more and more chaotic, and the anxiety slowly rose.

Suddenly, I slapped myself, and instantly felt a lot clearer.

Really, when did I become such a mother-in-law!

Subconsciously rubbed his cheeks, just impulsively, too hard. . It hurts.

He took a sneak peek at the corner of the rock. Fortunately, the tip of the sword stayed firmly there, and it seemed that the movement just now had not been noticed.

I sighed and picked up a broken stone. While painting on the ground, I whispered in my mouth, designing the exploration route to be launched and all effective escape methods.

After all, a well-thought-out plan is more reliable than a competition by luck.

After about five minutes, I finally devised a feasible plan.

Standing up, grinning, tightening his belt, picked up a palm-sized stone nearby, weighed it twice, satisfied with its weight and shape, and nodded with a sneer.

Yes, you are right, I plan to sneak over.

If you find it is a monster, let it be caught off guard. Regardless of whether it can be injured, you must first frighten it with aura!

The next thing depends on how strong it is. It is weaker than me, and it's just a beating if it is stronger than me. . Taking advantage of its startled gap and running away, it won't be too embarrassing.

If the other party is an adventurer. . I can tell him loudly that this stone is a pet that has accompanied me for many years-Xiaoqiang.

Anyway, I never blush when I lie.

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