Stop Calling Me!

There are no idlers on this street. They have already used the "dispersion" of the extraordinary power to make ordinary people go home and sleep.

No one will bother here.

"Historical Drama" knelt quietly in the snow, watching the transcendent beings approaching.

The man with golden-green eyes had already walked in front of her, looked at her delicate face, and introduced himself: "I am the senior finisher of Bayland, Evan, and now I am a disaster-level transcendent just like you. "

"It's a gift from 'The Writer'."

"And among these people behind me... there are finishers, there are members of the cult, there are killers, bodyguards, wizards, followers of the first fire, and even investigators...they all took The 'golden ideal' is also given by the 'writer' to become stronger."

"Whether it's for our personal interests or for the whole world, you must be killed, and the 'chess player' can no longer interfere with the 'writer'."

"Historical Drama" lowered his head slightly and curled up, the power of the sun still raging in his body.

Usually, she only needs a few minutes, or some blood, to deal with this small problem.

But the current "historical drama" has no chance at all.

She looked at everyone with a sneer, and said, "Let's forget about the middle part, for the world? Except for 'writers', all of us are actually just for the sake of individuals."

Evan chuckled and said, "Maybe so."

Some extraordinary people couldn't bear it anymore and shouted.

"Why are you still talking nonsense with her? Kill her quickly, so that the night will not have long dreams."

The person who spoke was standing behind Evan, a tall, muscular, hairy, denim woman who looked like a humanoid gorilla...

Her nickname is "Tigress". She was originally a boss of the Bayland slum gang. She only has extraordinary power at the upper reaches of the twisted level. After taking "Golden Ideal", she finally reached the disaster level.

The mysterious wizard standing among the extraordinary people made a hoarse voice.

"Let me come."

People moved out of the way, and even Evan moved slightly sideways.

He is the strongest among the hundred extraordinary people. He was originally a legendary wizard with the nickname "Mask". He is one of the few existences in Nolan who are as famous as Byron.

However, he has recently taken the "Golden Ideal", and his strength has greatly increased, and he feels that he has already thrown off a lot of wizards at Byron's level.

The mysterious wizard "Mask" came over and continued in a hoarse voice: "I haven't killed a vampire yet, I heard that you scum, with almost immortality, it is very difficult to die... um , I will find a way to make you die faster."

The execution begins.

"Mask" stretched out a hand, and the white lightning that he had just taken away appeared on it. The power of this blow was strong enough.

He wanted to roast the woman in front of him into coke.

At this moment, the Transcendents heard a steady voice.

"stop."

"Mask" froze for a moment, but didn't stop, and didn't even see who was talking.

No matter who it is, nothing can stop him at this moment!

"what."

The next moment, "Mask" was slightly taken aback.

"My arm..."

He suddenly found that the right hand holding the white thunder suddenly disappeared!

"I told you to stop."

Only then did the transcendents realize that there was a man with a golden mask and a black windbreaker standing not far away.

What he holds in his hand is a unique but well-known threaded cane.

The faces of the hundreds of extraordinary people present all changed drastically, and some of them even trembled with fright, and their minds went blank.

"Chess player!" someone yelled.

Shen Yi calmly took a step closer to them.

A group of extraordinary people retreated again and again, whether it was Evan, "Tiger", or "Mask".

There were quite a few of them, and some of them backed away too quickly in fright, and even accidentally stepped on others, or sat down on the ground.

Shen Yi looked at "Historical Drama" silently, and the other party also looked at him in astonishment.

Kneeling on the ground, it was the first time she saw a real "chess player".

The "historical drama" has finally been seen, his prestige in Bayland... It seems that everyone present is surrounded by him alone.

Evan, with his gold-green eyes, had his heart pounding and he braced himself for courage.

"What do you want?"

Shen Yi was silent for a while, no longer suppressing the aura of the god outside the world, and asked in a deep voice: "Are you all 'writers'?"

Cold, solid, cold, hard, and confused breath, like a dense fog that cannot be broken through, enveloped everyone's surroundings layer by layer.

Terrifying.

In just a moment, you can understand your own insignificance.

The "historical drama" opened his eyes wide in surprise, realizing that the "writer" was right, and that the "chess player" could really use the power of the gods outside the world!

Everyone was in a cold sweat, and some people with weaker strength and stronger inspiration even fainted directly.

"No, no no no no."

"Misunderstood, you can't say that."

"No, definitely not."

The extraordinary people shook their heads again and again. No one was willing to fight against the "chess player". This is not courage at all, but the most dangerous and stupid move to die.

Shen Yi behind the golden mask smiled, these people really have no backbone.

At least, among the A-level investigators of the Anti-Magical Bureau, no one will be cowardly because of their arrogance. There are some things that cannot be compensated by strength alone.

Evan immediately explained: "Actually, those of us just took the 'Golden Ideal', and then we all received the envelope left by the 'writer', who asked us to go to the designated place in advance to encircle her."

One step ahead?Shen Yi fell silent, and had an idea in his mind, it is very likely that the "writer" or the people around him have powerful prophecy power.

Yes, it must be a strong prophecy, otherwise the location of the "historical drama" would not be accurately deduced.

He continued: "So, you don't know who the 'writer' is or where the 'writer' is, so you just took the 'golden ideal'?"

The extraordinary people nodded one after another, saying that the "chess player" was right!

The "historical drama" kneeling on the ground laughed, and said weakly: "You'd better let them go... I know all the information they know in their minds, and I also know all the information they don't know." clear."

Shen Yi thought about it for a while, and it is true, "Historical Drama" is the core member of Dust of Dust, and the information of "Historical Drama" is more important than these miscellaneous fish that obviously belong to the periphery of the organization.

Moreover, Shen Yi knew that not everyone who took the "Golden Ideal" was a die-hard "writer".

For example, Barron, the senior finisher nicknamed "Shadow Tiger", is now obeying his orders.

Nor can he kill eight million people.

Shen Yi nodded, and said calmly: "You can go."

The hundred extraordinary people present all turned around and left as if they had received amnesty. Some ran fast, and some used invisible techniques to fly into the sky and escape from the ground. No one wanted to stay.

In less than ten seconds, they all ran away, leaving only Shen Yi himself and the "historical drama" kneeling on the ground.

This beautiful woman looked at the "chess player" weakly, her eyes were full of curiosity, as if she really wanted to know what kind of person the man under the golden mask was.

Chapter 240 Chapter [-] Revealing the Secret

Shen Yi looked at the "historical drama" kneeling on the ground, and was actually full of curiosity...

What kind of person is a "writer"?

where is he?Who is he?

Even if the "historical drama" has a very good figure, it is probably only comparable to Chrissy and the mature version of Opel.

But when Shen Yi stared at her face, all he could think about was actually that "writer" whom he had never seen before, but who he always thought of.

The "historical drama" kneeling on the ground found out that the famous "chess player" had been staring at her. She didn't blush at all, but smiled charmingly.

"You are the 'chess player'...the famous 'chess player', in the whole world, I am afraid that there is no one more powerful than you and the 'writer'."

When she said this, she took a lazily breath, her breath was still hot.

"Historical drama?"

Shen Yi just asked silently.

"Yes."

"Historical Drama" nodded and said, "Give me some time, I need...to recover from my injuries."

She waved her fingers.

The transparent goblet flew from the night and automatically floated in front of the lazy woman.

Bright red oozes from the goblet and soon overflows the whole goblet.

"Historical Drama" smiled slightly, sat lazily on his knees, and said: "This is the sacred object of the blood race. With it, I don't need to plunder people's blood, and I can also be self-satisfied and recover from injuries... "

There was no blood on her pale face, and her red pupils revealed a passionate longing.

"Well, although it is said to be a sacred object, it is actually evaluated from the perspective of practicality."

"According to the standards set by human beings today, this is just a mysterious relic of the 'abnormal level'. After all, the only effect is to use air to create blood."

"Historical Drama" stretched out his white palm lazily, gently held the goblet, and drank the blood inside.

Red slipped from the corner of his mouth and even flowed all the way to his chest.

After drinking the blood, "Historical Drama"'s eyes lit up, the power of the sun was quickly repelled by the power of blood, and all the injuries and weaknesses inside and outside of her body were swept away in an instant.

She reached her full power in an instant, standing up gracefully from the ground.

"Historical Drama" turned around, holding a drained goblet in his hand, showing a provocative lazy smile.

"Then buy me a cup of coffee, Mr. Chess Player."