Soul-Slaying Girl: All the contracts I contracted are ancient divine weapons.

In order to travel in a low-key manner, Han Zhan took a car for half an hour before arriving at the Third-Rate Writers Bar.

At this point, Pure Beauty Paradise is far different from Blue Star Daxia.

If you switch to the Star Express, this journey will only take two minutes, or even less.

The air outside is indeed not that sweet... Han Zhan thought to himself.

After passing through the two planets Yongsha Star and Chunmei Star, this feeling became clearer, and it also confirmed that Han Zhan's original choice was not wrong.

A god may be able to bring stability and prosperity to a planet, but his existence also kills more possibilities.

People can only live under the breath of gods, worship, fanaticism, and belief.

And once this god dies, the planet will usher in its own disaster.

The treasures of wealth of the gods, everything contained on this planet is the "delicious food" of the hidden predators in the star field.

That's a bit far.

Closer to home.

Han Zhan helped Luo Heng's team obtain another S-level evaluation, a new holiday, and a reward of 100 life coins.

Of course, this is not the most important.

The most important thing is that the longevity coins tested and evaluated by the lifespan detector have been successfully transferred to Han Zhan's account during the day.

So his current account balance is 36100 longevity coins.

As a new visitor who has just entered Pure Beauty Paradise for a few days, Han Zhan's number of longevity coins is probably second to none in the history of the park.

He had made an agreement with Shang Jianyue that they would meet for the first time after the longevity coins were successfully transferred.

By the way, exchange the information you learned from each other.

As for the meeting place, it was a third-rate writer’s bar.

Han Zhan opened the door and walked into the bar.

Shang Jianyue has not arrived yet, and there is no trace of Feng Xiaozao.

He only saw three young people dressed in different styles approaching him.

Could it be that there are gangsters in the Paradise Bar... When Han Zhan thought of this, he immediately became alert, and then quickly relaxed.

The level of cultivation is too low, and he can't even break through his own physical defense.

"Fortunately, it's a human being who comes in, friends."

"If it were another alien species, I would definitely win! What a pity." Vasily, a fashionable man wearing shorts and a short-sleeved shirt, sighed with regret.

"Suck it up, Vasily. Not everyone in the human species likes your oversized novels filled with yellow paint."

Peng Pierce, who had two golden mustaches, stretched out his hand, stroked his beard, and said lightly: "Only classical beauty can be famous far and wide."

"Human beings' aesthetic appreciation of articles is always so messy and broken. Only intelligent life can give it real charm."

The last cyber creature wearing a bronze monocle spoke.

Their conversation left Han Zhan a little confused.

But soon, Peng Pierce, the golden beard, had already taken out a stack of pages and handed them to Han Zhan.

"Dear friends, the three of us are serial writers. I would like to ask you to taste our works and rate them."

"Excuse me, do you have any free time?"

These three people, all dressed strangely, turned out to be writers... Because his wife was also a writer, Han Zhan had a good impression of this profession.

In addition, Shang Jianyue has not arrived yet, Han Zhan does have free time to kill.

So he nodded and took the manuscript from Penpiers' hand.

Seeing Han Zhan nod in agreement and take the manuscript, Peng Pierce's golden mustache jumped up and down flexibly because of his pride.

"This is the wisdom from ancient gentlemen."

"The great Antho Brachi said that the human species is interested only at first sight."

"Interest will bring special aesthetic points to a work."

Neither of the other two people took up the conversation after Peng Pierce's words, and the scene became cold again.

The only sound left was the sound of Han Zhan flipping through the manuscript.

"Huh? "Detective Penpiers"?"

It turned out to be a serial novel in the detective crime-solving genre, which greatly exceeded Han Zhan's expectations.

He turned to the first page with great interest.

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly and he turned to the second page.

When he turned to the third page, he finally couldn't help blurting out: "Isn't this man named Zhou the murderer?"

Han Zhan's words made Peng Pierce stagger and almost lost his balance.

"impossible!"

"伱! How could you guess it? Did you peek into my mind! Steal Detective Peng Pierce's brain!" Peng Pierce was very excited.

Han Zhan: "..."

He really wanted to say that the detective novels written by Peng Pierce were probably at the level of Blue Star junior high school students.

But when he thought of the name of this bar, he felt relieved.

"Rate it, rate it." Vasily, who saw this scene from the side, chuckled and reminded, "The full score is one hundred points."

"Fifty points, in my mind, it can be written better." Han Zhan considered it and gave a score.

"Fifty, haha, fifty! Peng Pierce, I have already told you that your classic detective novels will never have readers."

Vasily, gloating at his misfortune, was the second to hand over the manuscript.

With Peng Pierce's experience, Han Zhan didn't have much expectations for their serial works.

Under the premise of this kind of psychological construction, Han Zhan saw Vasily's manuscript. When he read the first page, his pupils still trembled violently.

"Ah? My eyes! This is simply mental pollution. It doesn't matter if you write a banned book, but you write about the protagonist and a female planet? You even added underwear to the planet!"

"This is the favorite of giant lovers. Yes, I am talking about myself." Vasily raised his exaggerated black sunglasses.

"Art knows no species, bro."

"There are also Skeleton Tribe, Nebula Tribe, Meteor Star Tribe, and Sea Whale Tribe in my serial books. Their size is usually tens of millions of square meters, and my protagonists are usually of the human race..."

"Okay, you don't have to say it anymore, stop it! Don't pollute my memory bank of banned books!" Han Zhan stopped Vasily's behavior of remembering everything.

"Fifty points, I give you fifty points. I respect your imagination, but I don't agree with your sexual orientation."

After Han Zhan finished speaking, he threw the manuscript back to Vasily like a bomb, for fear that he would hold it for another second.

At this time, the third cyber writer Hua Sheng also took out a stack of printing paper full of words from his arms.

Han Zhan only glanced at it and couldn't help but show the expression of an old man on the subway cell phone.

The whole page is filled with words piled up with gorgeous words. Forty-two adjectives are used to describe a character.

This is indeed very AI.

Han Zhan thought of this and sighed deeply, "Your language logic may need more training."

"Fifty points, for those gorgeous words that even I don't know, it might be a good choice to use as a dictionary."

Fifty, fifty, fifty.

Three people sharing the same share?

At this moment, Peng Pierce, who was in charge of the organization, was dumbfounded. The ancient gentleman would never let a merger happen!

His blond beard jerked.

"Oh, that's so ungentlemanly!"