The yellow-haired villain in Feng Aotian's novel also wants to be happy

Mu En took out the black book again.

Because after much deliberation, the only thing that could possibly become his "plug-in" is this black book that besides automatically writing a diary for him, and suddenly making him have unreliable prophetic dreams.

And Mu En also discovered something unusual about it again.

"Even if the dress is a powerful defensive magic device, it is impossible to block the flames of the evil god obtained by the assassin through sacrifices! It must be something you did!"

Mu En stroked the mysterious black book and muttered in a low voice.

"And, at that time, I did feel your abnormal movement."

"If you have other functions, please show them!"

Mu En opened the black book again.

The black book is not like the first time he opened it, it is a book without words, but densely records Mu En's experience.

From the moment he got the black book to now, everything was detailed, even the incident with Celishia was recorded in great detail.

"Damn it, it's like reading a pornographic book. It's still a pornographic book with myself as the main character."

Mu En cursed secretly and skipped this episode.

Then he finally found something different.

"The words here are red."

The font of the entire black book is black, except when it is recorded about the assassin who assassinated Celishia, the word "Assassin" is red like blood.

"Why, is there any difference?"

Mu En thought about it, and then subconsciously placed her fingers on the two bright red characters.

Suddenly, the bright red font released a huge attraction, as if pulling Mu En's soul.

Before Mu En could even scream, her vision went dark and she lost consciousness.

……

"What's going on? Where am I?"

Mu En stood up from the ground with a confused look on her face.

He was clearly still in his room just now, but now he came to a strange place.

It was dark all around and I couldn't see anything.

"No, not dark."

Mu En lowered her head and looked at her hands.

I can see myself, which means that the surroundings are not dark.

The illusion of darkness is created because the background here is black.

Black walls, black floors, black ceilings.

Even the boundaries between each other are unclear, like standing in a fog.

"Could it be that this is the space in the black book?"

"But what's the use here? As a storage room?"

Just when Mu En was wondering about this, he suddenly heard a strange voice.

pat.

It was like the footsteps of the Duke's maid's shoes on the marble floor.

Mu En raised her head.

Unconsciously, his eyes widened, showing a look of horror.

Because not far from him, a person was walking.

A man dressed as a maid.

Obviously, it was the uniform of the Duke's maid that he was very familiar with, so even the footsteps sounded exactly the same.

But the problem is, this maid's face...

It's the assassin.

"How come, aren't you dead?"

And, why is it here?

The assassin did not answer.

He just raised his face, revealing that mechanically cold eyes.

A chill suddenly flashed in Mu En's heart.

But before he had time to do anything, he felt a blur in front of his eyes.

The assassin disappeared.

The assassin appears.

Just like when he assassinated Celishia, in an instant, the distance between the two was strangely bridged.

Then... a cold light flashed.

Mu En felt a chill on her neck.

The world is spinning.

The last thing Mu En saw was the bloody dagger in the assassin's hand, and...a headless corpse.

……

……

"What the hell!"

Mu En woke up from the desk.

Due to the excessive movement, he accidentally knocked over the chair, causing him to lose his balance and fall to the ground.

But he didn't care about the little pain at all, but kept groping around his neck with both hands.

"It's okay, it's okay, the head is still there."

Mu En breathed a sigh of relief.

I almost thought I was really belching again.

"Then just now...was my dream again?"

No, no, that was not a dream.

The touch of death still remained on Mu En's neck skin, it was impossible for a dream to be so real.

Mu En got up and looked at the black book again.

The black book is still in place, and the bright red word "Assassin" on it is extremely eye-catching, with an inexplicable sense of attraction.

"Could it be that……"

Mu En suddenly had a guess.

But confirming this conjecture requires practice.

So he stretched out his hand again, wanting to touch the scarlet letter.

It's just that the hands are shaking a little.

Even if there was no pain just now, the taste of death is not so easy to bear.

"Damn it, I have died more than once or twice, what are you afraid of?"

Mu En suddenly became ruthless and pressed down her trembling hand.

……

The black space is the same as that time, and the assassin in the maid outfit still stands there.

The appearance, movements, expressions, and even strength are all the same as in Mu En's memory.

But his expression was cold, not like a living person.

"Sure enough, she is not the assassin herself, but a record constructed by the black book, just like those records for me."

"This is this record, which is more detailed, more real, and it can even be said...it's no different from me!"

Looking at the assassin, Mu En seemed to understand everything, and she couldn't help showing a little morbid excitement on her face.

"I seem to understand the true function of the black book."

[WEB] 27. After playing this hand, I will...

A diary is a record of one's own experiences.

If the ability of the black book is to "keep a diary", then the assassin who appeared in front of him is also a kind of record?

If assassins can be recorded in black books, what about other things?Or what about other people?

The more Mu En thought about it, the more excited she became.

"In this case, wouldn't I be equivalent to having the ultimate hard-working version of Sharingan? You only need to record other people's moves, and you can use this method to prostitute for free, and you don't have to pay the tuition fee!"

"And with such a realistic environment and opponents, you can definitely comprehend skills faster!"

"With such a powerful cheat, are you still afraid of the protagonist?"

Mu En's eyes became brighter and brighter, as if she could see the future of kicking the protagonist, punching the villain, marrying Bai Fumei, and reaching the pinnacle of life is just around the corner!

"what."

It's a pity that before she decided whether to marry Bai Fumei, a gentle big sister, or a black-bellied and poisonous-tongued big sister, Mu En saw the assassin flashing in front of her again.

Then raised the dagger.

"Fuck."

Mu En didn't have a chance to react at all, so she could only spit out an obscenity in incompetence and rage.

So the head fell to the ground again.

……

"Come again!"

Consciousness returned to reality, before Mu En had time to seriously experience the aftertaste of death, she slapped the page of the black book directly.

"I don't believe it anymore!"

……

In the dark space, Mu En opened her eyes.

The assassin was still standing not far away, about ten meters away, the same position as when he came in the first time or the second time.

But Mu En knew that this distance was basically nothing for an assassin.

"So, my goal now is to learn her pace?"

The skill that can flash more than ten meters in an instant really makes Mu En envious. With it, among other things, the ability to escape will definitely be greatly increased!

"Got to give me a weapon."

Mu En looked around the empty surroundings.

"How do you fight her empty-handed?"

As soon as the words fell, Mu En found that there was something cold in her hand.

Looking down, it was a dagger.

The exact same dagger as in the Assassin's hand.

"Sure enough, can only the recorded things be reproduced?"

Mu En is not good at the dagger.