Chen Qingyuan closed his eyes and hid all his thoughts.

Then, he glanced at the fat man who was walking over and said in a deliberately disdainful tone: "You have a greasy mouth. Can you be more polite?"

"I'm not looking for a woman, so I don't need it."

The fat guy was already used to being disliked by his boss and responded with a nonchalant attitude.

"No one would be interested in your appearance."

Chen Qingyuan said again.

"I'll throw out 1.8 million spirit stones. I wonder how many women are willing to serve me."

The fat man snorted softly, and after he finished speaking, he took a big bite of the chicken leg in his hand that was glowing with spiritual charm.

Without replying, Chen Qingyuan walked towards a table not far away.

There was a long table, and more people were seated than could be counted on two hands.

"What were you thinking about just now?" The fat man followed Chen Qingyuan and asked curiously.

After a moment's silence, Chen Qingyuan said, "Nothing."

When they reached the long table, everyone looked at Chen Qingyuan with eyes full of respect.

"Xiaoliu's newly brewed fine wine is worth tasting."

"The two-headed golden chicken, I bought it from Bixianlou, the meat is delicious and the taste is excellent."

"Boss, you look like you have something on your mind. Tell me what you have to say and we can solve it together as brothers."

"What the hell is on your mind? You must be holding something bad in!"

Everyone was talking to each other, the atmosphere was relaxed and full of laughter.

Sitting in the main seat, Chen Qingyuan looked at these familiar faces buried deep in his heart, pretended to be calm, and slowly tasted the wine.

Knowing clearly that these people were fake, Chen Qingyuan still had great emotional fluctuations and was willing to sink and stay a little longer.

Everyone's personality and actions are exactly the same as in memory.

And this familiar voice seemed to have really come alive.

Even Chen Qingyuan couldn't see the flaws in such a real illusion. If he didn't have a strong strength that kept his consciousness awake at all times, he would have been deeply trapped in it and unable to extricate himself.

The fattest guy in the audience was named Lin Qilang, the strongest weapon refiner in ancient times, who had created several top-notch quasi-imperial weapons.

The silver spear that Chen Qingyuan possessed was made by Lin Qilang.

The person sitting in the first seat on the left, sitting upright, with a heroic temperament, is a swordsman. People call him Xianyao Sword Master, the ancestor of the Dizhou Dongli Sword School.

The second person on the left is wearing a Taoist robe and is revered by the world as the Taoist Master.

The third person on the left is handsome and everyone calls him "Xiao Liu". His wine-making skills are unmatched.

The fourth person on the left...

There are thirteen people in total at today's gathering.

They were all old friends from the past, and they brought back the memories that had been buried deep in Chen Qingyuan's heart.

I know you are fake, an illusion created by the laws of time. But I am willing to join the game just to see you a few more times.

In the ancient battle of the Divine Bridge, in addition to Chen Qingyuan and the woman in red, there were twenty-five companions following them, all of whom were the strongest beings of that era.

In order to break free from the shackles and create a new era, they knew that this road would be a life-threatening one, but they did not retreat at all, and walked with you without regrets.

It was thanks to the help of his comrades that Chen Qingyuan was able to maintain his best condition and reach the second half of Shenqiao, achieving brilliant results. Although he was defeated, he still won honor and his name will go down in history.

After three rounds of drinking, Fatty Lin, looking drunk, asked, "Why hasn't Sister An come yet? Where did she go?"

"I do not know!"

Everyone looked at each other, slightly confused.

"clatter"

At this moment, a slight sound of footsteps came from the front yard.

Then, a woman in a red dress and a veil came slowly and appeared in front of everyone.

This woman was An Xiruo.

Looking at her in his memory, Chen Qingyuan was slightly stunned.

At this moment, she has not yet experienced the painful hardships of the Tianyuan Forbidden Zone. There are no deep traces of vicissitudes on her face. She is fresh and refined, and her appearance is like an immortal.

"Sister An."

Fatty Lin was very enthusiastic and moved out an empty seat, placing it closest to Chen Qingyuan.

In the eyes of everyone, An Xiruo has always been a cold person, except when she is talking and interacting with Chen Qingyuan, she is different.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that An Xiruo has special feelings for Chen Qingyuan.

However, Chen Qingyuan was devoted to Taoism and did not care about matters between men and women.

Behind the scenes, the brothers often sighed.

Today was very strange. Chen Qingyuan kept staring at An Xiruo without moving his eyes away.

This scene was quickly noticed by everyone, and they all looked at An Xiruo, but did not find anything unusual.

"Boss, why are you looking at Sister An all the time?"

Fatty Lin speaks his mind directly without beating around the bush.

Chen Qingyuan did not respond, and regardless of other people's gazes and thoughts, he continued to stare at the beauty beside him.

"Brother, are you okay?"

This had never happened before. An Xiruo and Chen Qingyuan looked at each other, feeling inexplicably worried, their voices delicate and gentle.

"It's okay." Chen Qingyuan smiled slightly: "I just want to see you more."

what?

When these words were spoken, everyone was stunned.

This was an extraordinary illusion, and everyone's expressions and movements were as if they were real. If Chen Qingyuan hadn't been prepared in advance, he would have probably lost his original consciousness and fallen into a state of intoxication.

"Boss, what did you just say?"

Fatty Lin ran to Chen Qingyuan's side in a flash, stunned, and extremely suspected that he had heard it wrong.

"I must be drunk and dreaming. Xiaoliu's wine has a strong aftereffect."

An old friend patted his cheek, his eyes blurred and he couldn't believe it.

"Am I drunk, or has the boss finally come to his senses?"

Everyone's expression was more colorful than the other.

The most surprised person was naturally An Xiruo. She felt Chen Qingyuan's burning gaze, and her first reaction was not surprise, but confusion. She held her sleeves tightly with both hands, looking a little uneasy and flustered.

"Brother, you are drunk."

An Xiruo lowered her eyebrows and spoke softly, not daring to look Chen Qingyuan in the eye.

"I am indeed drunk."

Chen Qingyuan reluctantly looked away, turned to face his old friends, picked up the glass of wine on the table and drank it all.

Put down the glass and stand up slowly.

Looking at these old friends, Chen Qingyuan, who had been suppressed for a long time, finally couldn't control himself. His eyes were moist, his throat was slightly sour, and his voice was hoarse, as if something was stuck in his throat: "It's great to be able to see you again."

"Boss, what's going on?"

"I remember that the boss could hold his liquor very well, how come he was so drunk this time?"

"Boss, quickly circulate your spiritual energy to sober up. I'm really worried when you're like this."

The brothers lost interest in drinking and stood up.

The vague memory becomes extremely clear at this moment.

"I promise you, I won't lose this time."

Chen Qingyuan smiled and made a promise.

"Boss! Are you okay?"

Everyone was in a panic and didn't understand the situation.

What happened next shocked the old guys even more.