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

The problem is that the Budu Soul Sword is extremely compatible with the novelist's own abilities. With the exponential improvement of the two combined, the terrifying aura of destruction cannot be ignored even by Amon.

"You use your inspiration and your own bloodline to forcefully use the short-term domain ability that you have already given up. At most, you can only swing the sword once. After that, you may be killed by the backlash. Is this meaningful?"

Amon asked.

"Whether it makes sense or not, it's up to me to decide."

The novelist said indifferently.

Her pupils had now turned into purple-pink magatama.

"Interesting. Let's see. We have the final say."

Amon adjusted his monocle, and his eyes flickered slightly under the lens.

In the course of the conversation just now, he had already reached into the novelist's brain.

Now, he could steal her thoughts with just a pluck.

As for stealing ideas.

Amon's mouth curled up into a sly smile. He already had a good idea.

Just when he was about to take action, a heart-pounding breath suddenly came over.

Amon's heart skipped a beat and he suddenly turned to look in the direction where the breath came from.

I saw wisps of red light piercing through the layers of black fog.

That red light was not blood light, but it was more dazzling than blood light, sharper than sword light, and more dazzling than sunlight.

If the blood mist blessed by the gospel made Amon feel troubled, the sudden blood light made him feel terrified.

Because he felt that the foundation of his existence was being shaken.

"This power."

Amon searched through Black Cat's memory but did not find the corresponding information.

There were some fragmentary words that made him even more uneasy.

However, he did have a solution.

If you can't beat it.

Amon took off his monocle and put it in his pocket.

The originally evil black pupils turned back into clear green eyes.

"Amon, you bastard!"

The black cat cursed.

Chapter 230 I am loyal to my boss

Amon, who had retreated into the depths of the black cat's soul, sneered inaudibly.

If you can't win, of course you have to run away. Otherwise, are you going to stay and wait for death?

Escaping is shameful, but it works.

He can escape, but the black cat cannot escape.

It could only look into the depths of the red light, and Liu Zheng was still dancing.

It's just that his dance style has changed from hormonal disco to passionate and vigorous Cossack dance.

And on his chest, the Gold Star Tank Medal was emitting a dazzling red light.

Suddenly, Liu Zheng looked at the black cat.

The latter was so scared that it immediately stood up its tail and all the hair on its body stood up, as if it had been shocked by high voltage electricity.

"Davarishi, come and dance."

Liu Zheng extended a tentacle towards the black cat, as if extending an invitation.

However, in the eyes of the black cat, what he extended was not a tentacle, but a gun barrel.

"do not want!"

It screamed, but Liu Zheng ignored it.

He took a step forward, folded his body downward, and then, with his left hoof as the axis, he turned forward three and a half times, and then pulled out four tentacles at the same time.

"Snapped!"

The sound like a whip lashed at the black cat's heart.

And in its eyes, the four gun barrels shot out red balls of light like the sun at the same time, and then suddenly expanded.

"boom!"

The tank on the Gold Star Medal shook, and the brilliant and pure red light broke through the black fog and blood fog, and also broke through the gospel.

All the authors present felt as if their souls had been hit by a heavy hammer.

The authors below the red feather level fainted immediately, while the authors above the gold feather level also felt dizzy.

But Liu Zheng was unaware of this and started dancing with the dizzy black cat, totally ignoring the other's expression of despair.

Beat by beat, the black cat fluttered up and down in time with his movements, like the tassels on the sleeves of a dancing dress.

The novelist on the side was also feeling hopeless. The shadow behind her had long since disbanded, and her eyes had turned back to their original green color.

But she never expected that while she was able to defend herself against that slut Hiashikibu, her dance was snatched away by a cat.

If the novelist didn't know that Liu Zheng's current condition was abnormal, he would really doubt whether his XP was abnormal.

Finally, the music came to an end, and Liu Zheng's eyes gradually regained clarity.

A sense of lightness he had never experienced before made his feet lighten, but the exhaustion of his soul made his steps heavy.

That feeling is like the sage mode after a satisfying lovemaking.

"Did I win? Then let's start the next game."

Liu Zheng looked at the downtime of the Hiashikibu and said with some regret.

As expected of a young man with a good physique, he recovers quickly.

The black cat broke free from his grasp and jumped back onto the stage.

“There’s no next one.”

It looked at the authors lying in a mess and said helplessly.

How can we dance when we are in this state? We can’t lift them up.

but

It looked around the Colosseum. Now the black fog in the square had been completely consumed, and it was clean and refreshing.

Although the process was a bit thrilling, the purpose of the dance battle was achieved and the effect was outstanding.

"That's all? How come none of you can dance?"

Liu Zheng said disappointedly.

"After all, it's a writers' association, not a dance association."

The black cat said this with a guilty conscience.

It found that Liu Zheng didn't seem to know what had happened, so it didn't tell him the truth.

After all, the negative thoughts of a group of authors could not suppress him, a newcomer, which is quite embarrassing.

Strictly speaking, the author's negative thoughts and inspiration are often proportional.

The more negative thoughts there are, the more perceptive the author is.

Whether it is the emotional flow or other schools, perception is a very important ability.

The fact that this delivery man has so many negative thoughts suggests that he has either had a very difficult life or has extraordinary perception.

No matter which one it is, it is a great help in becoming a great author.

Thinking of this, the black cat's smile became more enthusiastic.

"I wonder if Mr. Takeout is interested in joining our Writers Association. I can apply to the president right now."

"Mr. Fool, please don't test me. I am loyal to the restaurant, especially to my boss."

Liu Zheng's heart skipped a beat for 0.1 second, then he spoke righteously.

"Well, actually the Quill Club has a privacy protection mechanism."

The black cat said somewhat awkwardly.

"That's the truth, whether my boss can hear it or not."

His tone became more impassioned.

"Uh, okay. It seems that the working environment of your Bloody Restaurant is really not very good."

The black cat gave him a sympathetic look.

Liu Zhengzheng remained calm, but nodded slightly to show his agreement.

"Today's dance ends here. You two should leave first."

The black cat said to the two of them.

Although Liu Zheng made a mess of the party, the result was good.

So the black cat chose to pretend nothing happened and not to reward or punish.

Although Liu Zheng didn't know what had happened, he knew something must have happened when he saw the author lying on the ground.

"Then let's go."

He looked at the novelist.

"Okay, senior."

The novelist responded simply and held out a hand.

"what?"

Liu Zheng was stunned for a moment, but still took the tentacles and held them.

The stage slowly descended and the two walked towards the exit that suddenly appeared.

"Okay, stop pretending to be dead."

After the two left, Kuroneko said to Hishikibu.

Hishikibu, who had just been like a statue, immediately came to life and did some stretching.

"So this is why you came to me and told me not to be surprised no matter what happened."

Black Cat said.

"Yeah. The Fool played it really well."

Hishikibu said with a smile.

Her smile was cute and lovely, totally different from the sarcastic look she had just had.

"I am just a normal host, your acting skills are superb."

The black cat said calmly.

Although it did not expose them, it does not mean that it approves of such behavior.

Liu Zheng is not a member of the Writers Association, so if anything goes wrong, it won’t be his fault.

But Hiashikibu and the novelist were both members of the Writers Association and were Golden Feather authors, so it was very unhappy that they had caused such a big mess.

If you think about it in a worse way, are the two of them deliberately setting a trap for it to fall into?

Of course, Kuroneko and Hiashikibu were familiar with each other and knew that she wouldn't be stupid enough to do that.

However, you still have to show your attitude.

"After all, we were both in the drama club when we were in college."