Fang Ming walked into the hall and two servants respectfully handed him a mask.
"Isn't the government in charge of this?"
"We used to check strictly, but recently half of the law enforcement team in the base has been transferred to the outer defense line, so I have an opportunity to take advantage of it."
Lao Zhu put on the Zhu Bajie mask and looked at Fang Ming mysteriously, "Besides, do you think an ordinary survivor can set up such a big game?"
"I'll take you to experience it once. It won't be so easy next time, hehe."
"Why is this happening? Does he have a backer?"
Fang Ming walked up the escalator and went up to the first floor. The servant pushed open the door of the hall, and a slightly absurd scene unfolded before his eyes.
The crystal chandelier cast a dim and ambiguous light, and precious fruits, vegetables, and drinks were scattered on the soft carpet with carved patterns.
The dancers on the stage were dancing in ancient costumes, while the people below were immersed in their own joy.
Thirty young men and women wearing masks of various colors gathered in groups of two or three. Some were lying on the sofa, undressing, some were lying on the carpet, riding horses for fun, and some were casually picking up the wine on the ground and slowly pouring it on their faces, not caring at all...
Everyone's face was flushed with drunkenness, but they tried their best to suppress their crying or laughter, as if they were performing a ridiculous pantomime under the dim light.
"Welcome to the Happy Group."
"There is only one rule here, you cannot force others. Don't worry, this is a big and tolerant family, please enjoy yourself."
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Fang Ming sat on an empty sofa. The aroma of wine mixed with the aroma of flowers made the air a little turbid. The restrained breathing under the dim light actually created a depressing atmosphere.
Everyone is indulging and dazed under this oppressive beauty, trying to find a moment of relief.
Perhaps the owner here has some artistic talent?
Fang Ming's thoughts began to wander again.
A woman wearing an eye mask was lying on the carpet looking for scattered cherries, and she turned around and came to his feet.
"Oh, Master, I'm back."
The woman rubbed against his feet. Fang Ming did not say that she had recognized the wrong person, but just reached out and touched her head.
The woman moved back. "You are too gentle. It seems that it is not him. I am sorry for the wrong person."
As he said this, he continued to grope his way out.
Fang Ming watched the woman slowly walk away, her tail swaying behind her, lost in thought.
"What are you thinking about, Master?" Archie asked curiously.
The black feather in her arms had wrapped herself into a ball with three pairs of large black wings since she came in.
"What do you think I'm thinking about?" Fang Ming asked.
"On the inevitability of corruption within human society?"
"I was thinking her tail was pretty nice, and I wanted to bring a souvenir for Yixia. After all, I was very impressed by her last gift. I wonder if the owner of this tail has a new one."
"You seem to be lost in the fun exploration of reproduction."
Fang Ming expressed regret, "You all say that I am illiterate, and I am an illiterate who lacks a sense of justice. Don't discuss too many profound topics with me. I just want to have fun."
Archie pointed at the two people rolling on the ground, the man, and said, "What about this one?"
"No thanks... eh?"
Fang Ming put on his contact lenses and looked towards the third floor. A noble lady in a silk cheongsam was lying lazily on the sofa, looking at the absurd comedy on the second floor with contempt.
Fang Ming looked at the noble lady's exaggerated figure which was tightened by the cheongsam and said, "I have found some fun."
Looking at today's task, a bold idea emerged in my mind.
"Don't miss out on good girls, and don't waste bad women. I'm just saying this for God's sake. After all, I'm really angry right now."
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