The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 686 - 489: Peacock Battle with Red-Haired Monster

Chapter 686: 489: Peacock Battle with Red-Haired Monster

"What should we do?"

Liu Zheng looked at San Huamao’s back, its fur smooth and soft.

"Damn, always disappears at crucial times."

He expressed deep disdain towards the Pond Master.

"Brought my cat out to play, and now someone else’s cat wants to mate with mine. What should I do? It’s urgent, waiting for an answer online."

He shouted internally.

Liu Zheng wanted to separate them, but felt it wasn’t quite appropriate.

Guests should follow the host’s lead, they were just being politely appreciative.

If he were to turn hostile now, how would that be different from the Fisherman?

"Ahem, actually, Salmon isn’t that great. She’s quite lazy at work, and when she’s cutting up fish, she often gets herself dirty, and she never cleans herself when her fur gets dirty."

Liu Zheng came up with a quick solution.

"Meow meow meow?"

San Huamao looked at him, puzzled.

"No way, Lady Salmon seems pretty clean."

The Fool blinked and said.

"It’s an illusion; she cleans up just to meet people. Once she gets home, she reverts back to her real self. Sigh, only a litter-box cleaner like me can tolerate her, other cats would probably be disgusted and wouldn’t even want to help clean her fur."

Liu Zheng said with a heart-breaking sigh.

Cats are the opposite of dogs, dogs lick their companions to show closeness, while cats lick their companions to assert their status.

Cats do lick each other, but the first one to lick is always the one with higher status, or at least considers themselves the boss.

If even the boss doesn’t want to do it, you can see how much they’re detested.

"I’m not a meow! Salmon is cute and clean meow!"

San Huamao protested.

"Don’t worry, you don’t care about cleanliness; I’ll get you a yarn bone later."

Liu Zheng tempted.

"Alright, Salmon is a dirty meow that doesn’t wipe her mouth after eating poop."

San Huamao said, feeling aggrieved.

"Well...although your conversation is quite interesting. But after all, we’re having afternoon tea, let’s not discuss such topics."

The Fool decisively ended their conversation.

"Okay."

Liu Zheng complied willingly.

Under the Fool’s suppression, afternoon tea finally got back on track.

Everyone here except for San Huamao were novelists, so naturally the topic revolved around writing novels.

During this, he exposed many issues, like not knowing any of the works or authors they discussed.

However, Liu Zheng didn’t intend to hide this; they’re all extraordinary beings and friends here, honesty seemed best.

Also, in Metropolis, people from all backgrounds exist, as long as they have a status and a job, they’re Metropolis people.

When the Fool and others noticed this, they shifted the conversation to personal insights and gossip, and kindly explained the backstory, allowing him to enjoy the gossip.

Of course, Fei Shibu would occasionally jab at him, treating him as a clueless bumpkin.

But it didn’t matter; Liu Zheng just took it as her sphincter talking instead of her mouth.

Once the gossip started, time flew by, and before he knew it, his plate of snacks had already been replenished.

"Dong!"

Suddenly, a bell chimed from the gray mist.

"Don’t worry, it’s just my alarm."

Black Cat explained.

"Good times are always short-lived, Mister Deliveryman, it’s time for you to leave."

"Okay."

Liu Zheng directly lifted the plate of snacks and poured them into his mouth.

"Senior, we’ll see you off."

The Novelist offered.

"Hey, I didn’t agree to that."

Fei Shibu shouted.

"No need. Your abilities aren’t enough, you’d only be a burden to me."

He spoke frankly.

The Pond Master’s turtle shell was considered for Liu Zheng and San Huamao, any more people and it might not suffice.

"See, you want to be a fugitive couple, but they’re not grateful at all."

Fei Shibu sarcastically quipped.

"Then I wish you martial success, Senior."

The Novelist bowed deeply.

"Rest assured, I won’t die before seeing you become the narrator."

Liu Zheng patted her head and said.

"Hmm!"

The Novelist responded and lifted her head so he could pat her more comfortably.

"Although this scene is touching, as the host, I’m still a bit awkward."

Black Cat licked the back of his paw and said.

"Ah haha, my apologies, the atmosphere was too fitting that I got carried away."

Liu Zheng replied awkwardly.

Being with a bunch of provocative ’people’ every day, he now spouts saucy remarks effortlessly.

"If you were to become an actor, you’d have potential."

Black Cat subtly criticized.

"I think so too. By the way, here’s your gift and takeout."

Being absorbed in the gossip, he nearly forgot his task.

Liu Zheng took out a small yarn ball from the system space and handed it to Black Cat, and then took a food box from the Legendary Takeout Box and placed it on the ground.

"A yarn ball crafted by the Spider Clan, truly a rare treasure."

Black Cat moved the yarn ball between its paws, restraining the impulse to play with it wholeheartedly.

"Glad you like it, Mister Fool."

"Thank you, I do like it very much."

It tossed the yarn ball into the gray mist to avoid losing composure.

"Alright, I should send you two off now."

Black Cat said.

It patted its paw pads, and the round table and high-backed chair sank into the ground, as the bronze door rose.

"Can you send us directly to the bridge entrance?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"I’m afraid not, I can only send you to the community entrance."

Black Cat shook its head.

"That’s good enough. Salmon."

He called out.

"Coming meow~"

San Huamao immediately jumped onto his head and lay there.