It's a hell game, who can still be a human being?

And all this is because the novelist laughed.

Her smile is like a cherry blossom blooming in the most beautiful season.

"senior."

She trotted over to meet him.

The woman in the dress subconsciously wanted to follow, but just as she was about to move, a feeling of impending death suddenly appeared in her mind.

She was startled and quickly put aside all distracting thoughts.

"I'm sorry to make you wait for me."

Liu Zheng said apologetically.

"It's okay, I did it willingly."

The novelist's eyes were smiling like the crescent moon in the sky, but brighter and purer than the crescent moon.

With her knowledge, she could naturally see how much preparation Liu Zheng had made and how much he had paid for this ball.

Although he knew that the novelist was not a good person, Liu Zheng was still infected by her smile and couldn't help but stretch out his tentacles and rub her head.

His eyes were also smiling, but not as innocently as the novelist's. Instead, his smile was heavy and difficult.

It was like the last breath of clean air squeezed out of the lungs of a person trapped in a filthy hell under a mountain.

But because of this, it is even more precious.

His resolute profile was caressed by the moonlight and reflected in the eyes of the woman in the dress.

Liu Zheng noticed her gaze and turned his head to look at her.

The four words "virtue", "benevolence", "faith" and "righteousness" shone brightly, igniting a fire in his eyes and burning the hearts of the girls in Li Qun.

"ah!"

She exclaimed softly and her face flushed.

Feeling the unknown wetness, the woman in the dress finally understood one thing.

She doesn't like women, she just likes beautiful women.

"Ok?"

The novelist snorted.

Chapter 219 Isn't this a novelist? I haven't seen you for a few days.

The woman in the dress immediately lowered her head.

Liu Zheng also withdrew his gaze.

"Senior, let's go in."

The novelist took the initiative to hold his tentacles.

"it is good."

Liu Zheng nodded and walked forward.

The novelist looked up at him, then suddenly turned back.

The driver's eyes met hers in the air, and after an invisible collision, his figure suddenly became illusory for a moment.

"What an amazing woman."

The driver looked away.

Young people are quite lucky in terms of women, but they just don’t know how to enjoy them.

He shook his head and started the engine.

"what happened?"

Feeling the novelist's body suddenly tremble, Liu Zheng lowered his head and asked.

"Nothing, Senior."

She shook her head.

"Ok."

Since she refused to say, Liu Zheng did not ask any more questions.

The two men arrived at the door of the club and the waiter reached out to stop them.

"Welcome to the two guests. Would you like to participate as Izanami or as a novelist?"

the waiter asked politely.

"Izanami?"

Liu Zheng looked at the novelist.

"That was my former pen name, Senior."

The novelist explained.

"Oh. What's the difference between the two identities?"

he asked.

"The Writers Association divides literary works into many fields. A writer's pen name can only correspond to one field, and he or she can enjoy the achievements and treatment in this field."

The waiter took the initiative to explain.

"I see."

Liu Zheng nodded.

He said nothing, leaving the choice to the novelist himself.

“I want to participate as a novelist.”

After a moment's silence, the novelist gritted his teeth and said.

"Okay, here are the credentials for entry and exit, please take them."

The waiter took out two gray quills and handed them to the two men.

The novelist pinned the quill pen to his chest, and Liu Zheng followed suit.

"please."

The waiter made way for the passage, and behind the door was a magnificent hall.

However, when Liu Zheng stepped through the gate, his hooves stepped not on soft carpet but hard stones.

What he saw was not a banquet hall, but a huge circular building.

The center of the building is a large square, surrounded by layers of stands.

The stands are supported by three layers of concrete barrel arches, with dozens of arches on each layer, forming three circles of circular corridors at different heights. The top layer is a solid wall several dozen meters high.

This building is so magnificent and full of classical atmosphere.

Liu Zheng happened to know this building. In reality, its name is the Roman Colosseum.

The gray feather pen suddenly stood up and pointed in a direction.

Liu Zheng guessed that this should be leading the way for them, so he led the novelist in the direction of the feather pen.

Soon, they found their seats.

To be precise, it's the location, because they don't have any seats.

Similar to the seating arrangement at modern concerts, the seats at the ancient Roman Colosseum were more prestigious the closer to the front row.

Liu Zhenghe's position as a novelist is at the top, which in ancient Rome was reserved for the lowest people in society, such as women without status, slaves and the poor.

He glanced at the novelist, whose face showed no emotion.

But compared to the smiling face when they met, this expression already shows her mood at the moment.

"Why is there no one here? Did we arrive too early?"

Liu Zheng brought up the topic.

"They are already here, they just have to wait until the time is right to be seen."

The novelist shook his head and said.

"I see."

He checked his phone and saw that he still had five minutes left.

"By the way, I'll give you a gift."

He took out the "Editor's Experience Book" from the system space and took out the keyboard pad from the takeaway box.

"This is."

The novelist took the "Editor's Notes" with surprise in his eyes.

Even for someone of her level, this is a very rare and valuable item.

To get it, power and money are not enough, but also very strict conditions must be met.

She had seen it once at an auction held within the Writers Association, and the final transaction price even shocked her.

And Liu Zheng just gave it to her, as casually as giving her a cup of coffee.

And this keyboard mat.

The novelist stroked the silky surface, which felt incredibly smooth.

The silk products made by the spider-weaving clan are considered high-end goods in the entire metropolis.

"Senior, do you know their value?"

the novelist asked.

"I don't know. Do you like it?"

Liu Zheng asked back.

"I love so much."

The novelist replied.

"Oh, that's enough."

He nodded.

"Ah."

The novelist looked up at him with gentle eyes.

It would be a pity to just eat such a handsome senior.

"clang!"

A huge bell suddenly rang throughout the Colosseum.

As the bell rang, countless figures suddenly appeared in the originally empty auditorium.

Some of them are human, and some are not.

Some are human-shaped, and some are not.

Some don't even have a complete body, just a hand or a mouth.

But they all have one thing in common: they all have a feather pen on them.

The quills in the front row are white and gold, the quills in the second row are gold, the quills in the third row are green, the quills in the fourth row are red, and the quills in the fifth row are white.

All the way to the top floor where Liu Zheng and the novelist stood, their quills were gray.

Contrary to what Liu Zheng expected, there were the fewest participants at the top level, only a few dozen.

Therefore, they became the most eye-catching presence in the Colosseum.

Liu Zheng noticed that at least hundreds of eyes were looking at the two of them, and the meaning implied in their gazes was not very friendly.

“Why are there so few people at the top?”