But What did the Novelist do Wrong?

26

Chapter Twenty Six

    The novelist's blood is equivalent to catnip and stimulants to the creation of novels.

    Miss Yuzi, who was already crazy in fighting, lost all consciousness of madness when her master was injured and inhaled excessive blood.

    A steady stream of black threads condensed into a net, ten centimeters thick tentacles, inexhaustible and inexhaustible, were pulled out from the body of the three to four meter tall white monster, attacking the daring one hysterically like its owner.

    Even if Zenyuan Shier has the Tianni Hoko that can confuse warlocks, it is difficult to deal with it with two fists.

    After all, only mad dogs who can't attack and can't defend are dismissed, and the opponent is still a very aggressive long-range, no one feels good.

    Qingchi Lianyang's purpose was to cut off the head of the bastard who dared to grab territory with the port mafia and take it back.

    Miss Yuzi didn't hold back even more, she would definitely make the guy who hurt his master pay a hundred times the price before he died miserably.

    The wound on his side waist was actually not serious, because Miss Yuzi reacted quickly before the knife stabbed Qingchi Lianyang, and did not hurt internal organs and bones, so he was not in a hurry.

    He watched indifferently, his eyes cast on the man who was fighting heartily.

    The novelist is naturally not good at physical skills, and he has never tried the strenuous exercise of chasing the murderer at the scene of the murder. He solved the case before just to delve into human nature, and finding the murderer is enough. So I feel novel about this kind of pure physical combat.

    The Chanyuan was in full swing, and a subtle change occurred in his mentality.

    It's not Wu Chi's fight, and it's not a fist-to-flesh fight with a gun. How is this different from playing with an automatic ball machine on the court. There is no joy in fighting at all.

    It's because of some weird sweet scent emanating from those black threads.

    After cutting off the condensed black threads again and jumping to avoid them, Chanyuan Shier actually saw a woman in those black threads.

    She has a slightly protruding belly, is wearing loose clothes, and has a happy smile on her delicate face.

    Zenyuan even frowned.

    The woman inexplicably gave him a sense of familiarity.

    Speaking of pregnant women, his first reaction was his wife, but the body shape was obviously not the same.

    ...I always feel like I've seen this face before.

    After a few more strokes, Chanyuan Shier suddenly remembered where he had seen the woman's face before.

    Those facial features were exactly the same as her own.

    Zenyuan Shier suddenly realized.