Under the gaze of everyone, Chen Qingyuan slowly took a few steps towards An Xiruo. The two were very close to each other, within reach.

Chen Qingyuan was wearing white brocade clothes, his eyes were deep and otherworldly.

An Xiruo was wearing a long red dress, her skin was as white as cream and her expression was cold.

At this moment, An Xieruo, who was being stared at by Chen Qingyuan with a pair of burning eyes, frowned, her heartstrings tightened, and she didn't know why.

The two stood there, looking into each other's eyes.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Keeping calm, An Xiruo placed her hands gently under her chest, with an elegant demeanor, worried eyes, and a pleasant voice like stringed instruments.

Chen Qingyuan looked at the beauty in front of him, no longer restrained, and his eyes gradually became tender.

With a "click", he took another small step forward.

Something that no one could have imagined happened. Chen Qingyuan actually gently embraced An Xiruo in front of him.

With a "snap", there was the sound of the corners of clothes swinging and rubbing.

Leaning in Chen Qingyuan's arms, An Xiruo's face suddenly turned pale, her mind went blank, she lost the ability to think, she was at a loss, and was stunned.

The old guys standing aside were stunned, each expression more exaggerated than the other.

Even the more calm people like Dao Zun and Dao Jun looked dumbfounded. They had never expected such a plot to happen. It was totally inconsistent with their boss's style.

The heroes were stunned, their bodies seemed to be imprisoned by an invisible force, unable to move. Their sea of ​​consciousness was a mess, their lips opened, but they could not make a single sound.

The soft sunlight penetrated through the layers of clouds, sprinkled on everyone, and left shadows on the ground.

Time seemed to be frozen at this moment. Looking at Chen Qingyuan's face, he was calm and warm, and had been waiting for a long time. Deep in his eyes, there was a trace of pain.

I know it is fake, it is the power of the laws of time, but I am unwilling to expose it and I am willing to accept it.

There were various expressions on everyone's faces, including astonishment, shock, surprise, admiration, joy, etc.

"Brother...Brother."

After several breaths, An Xiruo regained some consciousness, looked up at Chen Qingyuan's face, her heart trembled, and she lowered her eyebrows suddenly. Although she tried her best to control her emotions, the trembling sound coming out of her red lips was enough to show her inner panic.

In front of all the brothers, he was embraced by his elder brother.

An Xiruo wouldn't even dare to dream of such a plot; it was unrealistic.

Everyone looked at Chen Qingyuan several times to make sure that he had not been possessed. All the people present were top bosses, and if there was any abnormal fluctuation in the aura, they would definitely notice it.

Then, something even more shocking happened.

Chen Qingyuan lowered his brows and looked at the beauty in his arms, then slowly lowered his head.

His lips gently touched An Xiruo's forehead, as light as a dragonfly touching the water.

At this moment, except for Chen Qingyuan, everyone else was in a mess. The degree of shock on their faces was far greater than before.

The sea of ​​consciousness is in chaos and I can't figure out the situation.

The most shocked person was Fatty Lin. He stood there with his eyes almost popping out of his head, and several philosophical questions popped up in his mind: "Who am I? Where am I? Am I drunk and dreaming?"

An Xiruo leaned in Chen Qingyuan's arms, feeling his warmth and the softness on her forehead. Her body trembled and her heart fluttered.

Even if I had thousands of words, I couldn't describe the change in An Xiruo's mood at this moment.

"Wait a little longer, I'll come pick you up soon."

Chen Qingyuan lowered his eyebrows and looked at the person in his arms, wanting to carve her face deeply into his soul and never forget it. He slowly opened his mouth and whispered softly.

This sentence was telling himself that he should work harder and try to help An Xiruo break free from her shackles, leave Tianyuan, and regain her freedom in the shortest possible time.

Only in such a real illusion could Chen Qingyuan dare to speak his mind and fulfill his wish.

For countless years, Chen Qingyuan had never hugged her or kissed her.

They are obviously very close people, but they seem to be far away from each other, always keeping a distance and unable to touch each other.

After saying this, Chen Qingyuan loosened his hands, then turned and looked deeply at his brothers, with a smile on his face mixed with a variety of emotions.

"clatter"

No longer obsessed with this place, Chen Qingyuan slowly turned around, walked towards the gate of the courtyard and continued forward.

At the long table by the lake, everyone was stunned.

An Xiruo stared at Chen Qingyuan's receding back with a loving look in her eyes.

Her red lips opened and closed, as if she wanted to say something but stopped herself.

His eyes flickered, and he was filled with thoughts.

She was very confused about what Chen Qingyuan said and didn't know what he meant.

She wanted to follow, but her legs seemed to be firmly tied to the ground, and she had no strength to move.

"Boss, wait for me!"

Fatty Lin broke free from his dazed state, threw away the wine and food in his hands, and took big steps with his fat body, following closely. Every time he stepped on the ground, his fat body swung, and the ground would shake slightly, splashing countless flying sand.

The remaining people were frozen in place, staring at Chen Qingyuan with shocked expressions. The scene was slowly covered by a layer of mist and gradually became blurred.

Walking out of the courtyard, we came to the bustling street.

There were monks flying on swords, there were vendors buying and selling all kinds of strange items, there were charming young women dancing in the air, and there were magnificent palaces and attics hanging in the air.

The prosperity is like a dream, intoxicating.

Chen Qingyuan shuttled through the crowd, looking at the familiar scenes of the past, and felt a lot.

"Boss, slow down, why are you walking so fast?"

Fatty Lin caught up with him, speaking in a complaining tone.

Chen Qingyuan pretended not to hear what his old friend said. He looked straight ahead and walked away.

"Boss, you just hugged Sister An and even kissed her. This is unbelievable and outrageous!"

"Are you afraid of being teased by your brothers, so you ran away after the kiss?"

"Say something! Can you stop being so cold?"

"Give me a response, and I promise not to laugh at you. Besides, since you are so brave, there is no reason for me to laugh at you. I am just curious as to why you suddenly changed your temper?"

"What does it feel like to hug Sister An?"

"..."

Fatty Lin kept chattering in my ear, endlessly.

Although Chen Qingyuan did not respond, he did not feel annoyed at all.

After walking for an unknown amount of time and passing through countless beautiful landscapes, Chen Qingyuan finally stopped and turned to look at his old friend. He put away the deepness in his eyes and smiled with ease: "Fatty, thank you for your companionship for so many years. I'll walk the rest of the way by myself!"

"What do you mean? Are you trying to drive me away?"

Fatty Lin was obviously stunned, then he frowned and started to question.

Chen Qingyuan smiled without saying a word, turned slowly, faced forward, raised his hand and waved gently.

The wind rises and the fog comes.

Take a step forward and be determined in your direction.

Fatty Lin's voice was still ringing in my ears, but his figure was obscured by the fog and soon disappeared from my sight.