What am I looking at! How can you just look at this? I can't even move!
Ackerman's pupils trembled violently in a small degree, representing the intense struggle in his heart at the moment.
He looked at the gentle and amiable smile of the owner of the bookstore, and realized deep ridicule and malice from it.
The owner of the bookstore looked like he was looking at a clown jumping into the net. The more he seemed to be full of enthusiasm for welcoming customers, the more condescending he became.
This guy must have seen through his disguise long ago!
Because he just thought that the other party didn't know anything, and pretended to be an ordinary guest and said "just look at it" wisely.
The owner of the bookstore replied, "Just look at it" in such a sarcastic way.
He just wanted to see the fear and helplessness in the eyes of this intruder, and what he wanted to express was too clear - this is naked intimidation and deterrence.
Don't you want to take a look? Then you can just look at it, I won't stop you, you say you can't move? Sorry, this was just an unintentional mistake by my little pet.
Ackerman has never suffered such humiliation.
Killing people is just a no-brainer, but the owner of this bookstore wants to be punished!
But unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried to get himself moving, it was useless.
The blue veins on his forehead burst out, the strips burst open, and bloodshots appeared in the corners of his eyes. It can be said that he exhausted all the strength of his body.
He swears, assuming that under normal circumstances, his current strength is enough to directly smash all the buildings in the bookstore area into the ground.
However, judging from the superficial effect, he was rigid in place, maintaining a posture to look at the rose, and there was no other movement at all.
He was so completely blocked by invisible forces that he couldn't move at all.
Even more frightening, Ackerman felt like he was "losing."
Something deep in the soul is being torn out by the eyes in the rose and "devoured".
If you use a more vivid metaphor.
He felt like a long, slender strip of jelly, which had been tightly wrapped in plastic packaging, but had now been torn open and sucked out.
It was a very abstract feeling, but it made him feel the fear deep into his bones, but what was even more terrifying was that he couldn't stop it, and couldn't catch the part of himself that was lost.
So he finally realized that it wasn't the ether or some invisible force that made him immobile, so his strength didn't decrease at all, and he didn't feel any resistance.
What is restraining him is the power from the heart.
The "eye" of the rose was telling him - "Don't move!", so he really didn't move.
What the hell is this
Ackerman was terrified at the moment. He looked at the rose, and his heart changed from anger and panic to powerlessness and even pleading. In this short minute, he felt what was called despair.
He couldn't imagine if he would stay like this until he died...
The extraordinary physique of the destruction-level hunter allowed him to live for three months without eating or drinking. I am afraid that at the moment of death, there will be only joy and relief in his heart.
The owner of this bookstore must be a manipulative devil!
Ackerman cried silently in his heart.
…
Lin Jie is in a very good mood today.
One is that the seed he planted finally grew into a particularly beautiful red rose seven days later.
... Although it seems a little wrong to bloom in seven days, and the rose is obviously a shrub, it is really strange that this thing should grow out of it alone.
But since Miss Elf said it is a rare breed, it must have its own characteristics.
Nowadays, many people want to raise some flowers and plants to cultivate their temperament, but in fact, they are dying. This kind of flower, which grows fast and is easy to raise, may be a selling point.
And it really didn't say it was a rose, maybe it was another species, it just looked a little like it.
The second is a new guest.
There have been no return visits from old guests or new arrivals in the past few days.
There are vague signs of a return to the previously neglected days.
Although he thinks that kind of leisure time is not bad, but who doesn't want to have a group of people who can talk and drink chicken soup and make a lot of money.
However, even if the explosion attracted a group of people, his bookstore was still deserted and desolate.
Even the video store next door has more business, but there is no one on his side.
Let Lin Jie start to reflect on whether it is time to put the bookstore decoration on the agenda.
In fact he has been fighting for the renovation.
However…
No decoration → no way to attract customers → no business → no money → no decoration.
This is a vicious cycle!
Oh, but it's okay, isn't there another guest now
As long as it develops, it is also his flesh.
Lin Jie was very happy to welcome the new guests, and maintained his usual enthusiasm, his attitude was as warm as spring.
However, when the customer said that he had a casual look, he was not really eager to buy, so he had to find a way to stimulate it.
Lin Jie was thinking about this, and suddenly realized that the customer who was just looking at it just now had been standing beside the counter for a long time.
He looked at him with some doubts: "This guest, do you have anything else to ask? Don't you mean to take a look at it?"
The guest didn't answer, his eyes fixed on the counter.
Lin Jie followed his gaze and saw his rose potted plant.
He was stunned, then reached out and moved the flowers to the place where the light could shine, and said with a smile, "You also think the flowers I plant are very beautiful, don't you?"
He deliberately turned the front of the potted plant toward the outside, so that the guests could better see this beautiful landscape.
Although his bookstore is a bit shabby, but thinking about it on the other hand, if you can see such a beautiful flower in such a place, the effect is definitely more amazing than in a magnificent place.
It looks like he didn't bother!
"Ho..."
With the movement of the flower pot, Ackerman and his eyes suddenly escaped the abyss.
He sighed suddenly as if untied, shivered, and then with a pale face, he watched the flower in front of the bookstore owner, and turned the eyeball a few times, then turned Go back and hide in the petals.
Because of the sufficient light, Ackerman clearly saw this time that the inside of the briefly opened bud was densely filled with wriggling eyeballs...
He even wondered if he was having hallucinations due to the injection of too much filthy blood, but when he raised his head and saw the warm smile of the bookstore owner, he knew it was not an hallucination.
But the real purgatory.
Ackerman took a deep breath: "Good-looking, really good-looking..."
He suddenly didn't want to take any Destruction-level certification at all, and he didn't want to find Wilde. Those ambitions and desires disappeared. He just wanted to have a reclining chair and sit and think about the meaning of life.