Chapter 139 Come on, Give Me a Punch

Seeing how intoxicated he looked, I really didn't want to disturb him, so I planned to quietly exit.

As we all know, when people walk backwards, their steps are not steady. The most important thing is that there are no eyes on the back of the head, so they cannot see the road behind clearly.

Although I kept looking back, due to my impatience, my eyes only saw the big picture. As for what was under my feet, who would pay attention to it!

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

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

Tragedy was born like this.

The legs that were raised high fell down at a constant speed and in an inclined direction, and stepped firmly on the slippery, round thing.

Since my whole body's focus was on my feet, when one leg lost its stability, the other leg also lost its smooth rhythm.

Terrified, I hurriedly raised my arms flat in order to maintain the last bit of balance in my body. But at this moment, my nose began to itch, and it was not just an ordinary itch, it was extremely itchy.

Although I don’t know why my nose suddenly felt so itchy, I know that the consequences it will bring are irreparable. After a second, I felt a heavy and horrified mood. , and let out a deafening sneeze!

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

When he opened his eyes again, Jackson looked at me with horror on his face, his eyes widened. The big shield lying flat beside him stood in front of him like a small city wall. On the shield, there were even A layer of his unique combat skill light was condensed - this is a defensive combat skill specifically used against powerful enemies.

At this time, he looked like he was facing a powerful enemy.

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

"What the hell?" Jackson muttered.

"Ah, it's nothing, I'm practicing fancy sneezing." I gritted my teeth, hey.

"By the way, you're here just in time, come here and help me." Jackson put down the big shield in his hand and waved to me.

"Come on!"

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

Just imagine, a grown man's face can have a peach-like pink blush, how terrifying it is!

Anyway, when I'm around him, I always feel like I'm in a tiger's mouth.

It felt like he had unfolded all the pieces of paper. I turned my head and took a look. My eyes were straight, then shocked, then frightened, and finally disbelieving.

The stack of papers unfolding in front of me turned out to be photos of the proprietress!

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

None of this is the important point. The important point is that in none of the photos, the lady boss is looking here!

In other words, these photos were all taken secretly!

I never thought that this sultry Jackson would have the potential to be a paparazzi!

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

While admiring the photos intoxicatedly, he said: "Of course I took them."

"Did you take these?" I was horrified: "You took these all by yourself, and you didn't."

At this point, my eyes suddenly widened and I felt bad: "Did you buy a magic camera?"

"Shh!" Jackson was shocked and covered my mouth, signaling me to silence.

I nodded.

He let go of his hand and continued to admire the tall and cheerful proprietress in the photo with a face full of intoxication: "How about it? It's a good photo."

"Good, very good, so good!"

I gave a thumbs up, my head full of black lines, and I said against my will.

To be honest, these photos are blurry in many places and can barely score 10 points, of course, on a 100-point scale.

However, his Xiaoqiang spirit of loving him even to death completely shocked me. Just for this point, I will give him another eighty-nine points!

The remaining point will be carved on his tombstone after he is beaten to death by the landlady.

"Help me choose, which one is the best?" Jackson said without looking back, staring at the photo.

"I think they are all good," I said, "If you like them, you can put them all away for collection."

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

"Haha" I said expressionlessly, "I think putting it on my forehead is more defensive."

"Oh? You think so?" Jackson frowned and thought for a while, then murmured: "It's not impossible, I'm just afraid that people will regard him as a pervert."

By the way, aren’t you a pervert now?

I questioned in my mind.

"Actually, I think this one is better. Please help me take a look." Jackson said, sending a photo to my eyes.

In the photo, the proprietress held up a plate of dishes and walked towards a nearby table of guests with a hearty smile. She also raised her other hand high in a strong gesture of lifting a dumbbell and walked towards the guests at another table. A provocation in joke mode was launched. As for the guests at that table, since they did not enter the photo range, God knows they were having sex.

"Look, she is so cheerful and enthusiastic in the photo. This is exactly the other half I dream of! Oh, looking at her, my heart is about to melt!" Jackson's expression was like that of a girl who is looking at her. A cat in heat.

"Haha" my face was stiff and the corners of my mouth twitched: "As long as you like it."

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

Because he found his favorite photo, Jackson seemed to be in a very good mood. Exceptionally, he changed his previous boring image and sat next to me with a bright face: "What's the matter, Xiaoyi, as long as I know, I know Say everything."

"Where did you get that combat skill?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" Jackson picked up the shield and launched his combat skills again. In an instant, a layer of 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 saying, "You can hit it with your fist."

"Haha," I said, "I'm not a fool. I can't hit a shield with my fist."

"I didn't ask you to hit me hard." Jackson looked at me with disdain: "I just told you to give it a try. Once you hit me, you'll almost know what's going on."