"Mr. Victor, I found you with great difficulty."

The young reporter from the Golden Country Sun Newspaper was sitting in the VIP special tea room of Balazon in the Magic City. She caught David Victor and prepared some fresh interview records to give her barren soul more inspiration.

Keep this job.

Her name is Yunqing, she is elegant and quiet, Chinese.

She rested her hands on her thighs and sat facing David Victor. The paper and pen in her hands were her weapons, and her press card and camera were her facade.

"Mr. Victor?"

Teacher Victor remained motionless, his dark green eyes lost focus, as if he was still dismantling the story of King Xin, sorting out the collection of plasma tablets in Mads's head, and selecting suitable materials from them.

A long, long time passed, almost thirty seconds.

"Say it." Victor finally woke up and began to answer.

This perfunctory and slow attitude made Yun Qing very unhappy - she had never seen such an arrogant interview subject in her career.

"Mr. Victor, I want to remind you that the next conversation between you and me will be published in the newspaper. Every day, more than 400,000 residents of the underground world buy this newspaper. Do you know what this means?"

Victor said nonsense: "Does this mean that more than 400,000 residents of the underground world buy this newspaper?"

Yun Qing was shaking with anger: "This is very important!"

Victor: "So?"

Yun Qing: "So please be serious. When I ask you a question, you must answer it immediately, otherwise..."

"Wait, please wait." Victor also took out his notepad and the pen given by the students: "Miss reporter, I apologize for my laziness. In the past two hours, there seems to have been something special.

Inspiration was interfering with my thoughts - it was as if everything had happened before, and I was repeating my previous actions over and over again, making me unable to grasp the key points, distracted, and unable to find a way to concentrate."

"Mr. Victor..." Yun Qing frowned: "Have you been sick recently? Did the duel with King Xin drain your mental energy?"

"No, it's definitely not what you guessed." Victor also crossed his legs, rested the back of his hand on his thigh, and faced off with the young reporter, "Let's get straight to the point."

At this moment, Yun Qing felt an amazing momentum from this VIP.

It seemed that when this guy was being interviewed, it was not just a simple question and answer, but a duel debate between you and me.

Yun Qing: "Mr. Victor, many readers are very interested in your private life. It is rumored that you are gay..."

Victor: "No, it's not."

Yun Qing: "Please don't interrupt me."

Victor: "I have to interrupt you before you continue to make up nonsense."

Yun Qing: "But Mr. Victor, you often travel alone with the waiter on your back. This is not in compliance with the station's regulations. Maybe I can get other information? Do you hate women?"

Victor: "I respect women very much."

"David Victor was sarcastic when he was interviewing me. He didn't take me as a little person seriously at all." Yun Qing immediately began to write and draw: "He has two young and strong male students.

A long-lost close boyfriend traveled more than a thousand kilometers with his new acquaintance Mads Bruno, walking from the deep and dark Niflheim back to the Golden Land. Our bloodhound lady was not included in the whole story.

It’s hard for me not to doubt any scene..."

At this moment, Victor pinched Yun Qing's pen.

"Please don't write like that."

Yun Qing pursed her lips and smiled: "Why? The pen is mine."

Victor: "But the characters you write and the stories you write are mine."

Yun Qing: "Am I talking nonsense? What I wrote is wrong? Is it not the truth?"

"First of all -" Victor pointed to the many mistakes in the reporter's writing style: "—my two students are very young, but not young and strong. When I first met Jiang Xueming, his muscle mass and height were higher than those of ordinary people.

Not much better. Secondly, Wen Bucai and I are not close. I want to correct this. I love him."

Yun Qing covered her mouth: "Oh!"

Victor continued: "This kind of love goes beyond love. We have a life-saving grace for each other and shape each other's personalities. In this regard, I want to remind you that the emotional shelf life of many gay men is very short. In this circle,

Relationships lasting more than a week are considered [golden weddings] in traditional marriages.”

"It seems that you and Wen Bucai have an unbreakable [diamond marriage]." Yun Qing tilted her mouth, unable to move the oil-based pen, so she turned on the recording pen.

Victor corrected me repeatedly and was meticulous.

"And Mads Bruno - I took him back to the Golden Land from Niflheim. What happened along the way made me very angry. I had to protect his safety and beware of this at all times.

The guy launched a gorgeous backstab at me, and in the end had to take care of this weak and weak man who survived in an extreme environment. I carried him almost two-thirds of the way, and it wasn’t like you said it was a drag.

We walked more than 1,000 kilometers, and then walked more than 400 kilometers, and then pushed the wheelchair to finish the rest of the journey."

Yun Qing squinted his eyes, showing no shame at all for talking nonsense that ignored the facts: "You are willing to do so many things for him and send him to the execution ground with your own hands. You two must have some stories, right?"

"How much is this news worth?" Victor asked rhetorically.

Yun Qing: "No, no, no...it's not what you think."

Victor: "Let me ask you, how much is this news worth?"

Yun Qing: "No, Mr. Victor, no..."

Victor returned the ownership of the pen holder to Miss Yunqing's hands and turned off the power of the recording pen.

He turned on his WALKMAN, inserted a blank tape, and started recording.

The dark red pyroxene immediately began to ignite with golden-red flames. It was obvious that he was very angry, but like cold well water, he never spoke again.

Yun Qing: "Our readers just want to hear the truth...like what you just said [how much is this news worth], I'm afraid such a recording cannot be included in the news."

"Miss Reporter, you and I both rely on paper and pen to make a living." David Victor immediately said: "I believe that words and language have magic power. When every word is written, it is full of the author's spiritual power.

I respect your profession and you as a person, but you have never meant to respect me. Just because when we first met, you complained to me and said that you didn't have much time, but I kept you waiting.

Thirty seconds? Just because of these thirty seconds?"

Yun Qing became nervous, but then denied it: "No...that's not the case."

"Your words are so powerful that 400,000 people will listen to your stories every day." Victor lowered his head, and his eyes immediately hid in the soft and curly blond hair, only revealing a sharp gleam: "What kind of magic is this?"

Power..."

Yun Qing: "Uh...Mr. Victor, I have always thought that the popularity of your works has something to do with the power of your soul, right? When it comes to using a pen to create miracles, a little guy like me can't

What kind of onion do you have in front of you?"

Victor: "Why do you say that?"

"When I was interviewing your readers, I was shocked more than once by their weird and excited reactions." Yun Qing felt a sense of inexplicable horror when talking about these things: "I still dare not read your book.

When preparing for this interview, I didn't even know where to start - just have some fun with your personal life."

Victor: "No, it's exactly the opposite of what you guessed."

Yun Qing: "You didn't use the power of soul power? Your work..."

Victor held his head high and raised his head high.

"My soul is very dangerous, so I have always treated it as an enemy - it is like a devil, telling me slanders all the time. If I give my work to it to write, I may gain more readers and gain more benefits.

If I really regard more wealth as part of my artistic life, I cannot accept it."

"Why?" Yun Qing didn't understand: "You can obviously suppress King Xin, and use this power to write a few stories, maybe..."

"That's it." Victor pressed the shutdown button of the WALKMAN: "I'm afraid I can't give you the answer you want."

"No! No! No, no, no! Mr. Victor!" Yun Qing was anxious and stood up quickly: "Please don't stop the interview early, I have to go back and talk to my supervisor."

"Then let me ask you, Ms. Yunqing." Victor sat down again: "What do you think the meaning of this job is? Give you a salary? Or treat it as a lifelong career? Bring you happiness, and

A tool to reach heaven? A perfect opportunity to change your destiny?"

Yun Qing thought about it and finally said tremblingly: "I like to do this."

Victor: "Why? Why do you like to do this?"

Yun Qing: "Because...because I'm very curious..."

Victor: "Don't lie to me, no one can deceive me."

Yun Qing said fiercely: "I like to see big people making fools of themselves. Seeing them embarrassed is like a nest of crabs. There will always be outstanding crabs that want to climb out of the basket. At this time, I will clamp their legs - fiercely

Clamp!"

Victor: "A very strong desire for self-destruction is a great material for writing. Are there any others?"

Yun Qing continued: "If I can exchange some money... that would be the best. If there are many people like me who are interested in these trivial news, it will be like finding someone with the same idea. It will be great."

Be happy."

"So I said, you can't find the answer here." Victor crossed his hands and leaned on his legs, finally sinking his body into the sofa, completely relaxed: "I am a crab that you can't catch. Maybe you can go to other places."

Try your luck at VIP. Regarding my private life, you, the bounty hunter, shouldn't be able to find any weak points that you can attack."

Yun Qing asked excitedly: "Where's Hunwei? You've spied on so many people's stories."

"Highway to hell?" Victor pinched his chin: "I don't want to rewrite other people's lives, even though it is so powerful. It can rewrite other people's thoughts, create a story out of thin air, and check their memories - but this power is very scary.
To be continued...