2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

The moon and stars were obscured by thick clouds, and the night sky was like a dark curtain covering the entire city.

Countless skyscrapers tower into the sky, and the glass curtain walls reflect colorful neon lights, illuminating every corner of the city. Those flashing billboards and LED screens, as well as the virtual images that are played all the time, constitute the unique melody of this city.

Self-driving vehicles drive silently along established routes, looking like countless colorful flowing lines when viewed from a high altitude.

Even after dark, the city center is more lively than during the day. Unexplained cheers would erupt from time to time, and the occasional sporadic gunshots, fighting sounds, and the sound of something breaking would not only not cause the gathered crowd to panic or flee, but would instead make the atmosphere more lively.

It's a chaotic and dynamic scene, where everything seems grotesque and unnatural.

Yan Muyun retracted his gaze and turned to look at the man sitting slumped on the ground next to him, his head almost lowered to his stomach, as if he might lose consciousness at any time. He couldn't help but pat him on the shoulder: "Seriously, why don't you just accept me?" proposal."

Zhao Kong raised his hand, shook it slightly, and then smashed it on the floor.

Yan Muyun ignored him and walked towards the entrance of the venue.

"Sir, do you have an invitation?" A blonde waitress appeared out of nowhere and reached out to stop him.

Yan Muyun shook his head: "No."

"Sorry, this is a private banquet. You need an invitation from the organizer before you can enter." The waiter had an apologetic smile on her face, but a trace of contempt in her eyes revealed her true thoughts.

Although the Asian man in front of me looks good and has a good figure, his clothes are really incompatible with the environment here. Among the people who can appear at this venue, who is wearing clothes that are not custom-made at a high price? But I don’t know if the total price of the black shirt and pants he was wearing exceeded $100.

"Your skin." Yan Muyun was very honest: "It is very beautiful."

"McCool Heavy Industries, this entire building is our family's property." The woman smiled and stretched out her hand: "My name is Linda McCool, and this is the first time we meet, Mr. Muyun Yan, who killed my brother Shannon."

The neatly combed brown hair, the facial features like marble sculptures, the affectionate blue eyes, and the light blue stubble around her mouth all make the love in her eyes beat rapidly, swinging around and around. ripple.

Yan Muyun had to admit that this kind of pink skin did add some indescribable and unique charm to the other party.

With a gentle touch on the man's lips, Linda left a meaningful smile and prepared to turn around and leave.

Yan Muyun pulled out his arm without leaving any trace, asked with a smile: "It only takes one sentence to let a country bumpkin with no invitation and cheap clothes walk into this venue. I'm a little curious about your identity."

"This title is actually not appropriate..." The woman smiled charmingly: "You can just call me Linda."

The waitress didn't ask to check the invitation, she just turned sideways and bowed slightly.

"What, doesn't it look good?"

Yan Muyun let go of the other person's hand, rubbed his fingertips, and recalled the strange touch: "To be honest, I really didn't expect to see McCool's people tonight."

Linda was a little surprised: "Are you really..."

"Please give me permission." A short-haired human of unknown gender passed by wearing a pink skirt covered with sequins. Her big, flashing eyes looked Yan Muyun up and down, and her jelly-like lilac lips were slightly pursed. , seemingly dissatisfied with him standing in the middle of the road.

Zhao Kong, who was sitting on the ground not far away, felt his legs become weak when he saw this scene... Although his legs were already weak. He wanted to go over and teach the waiter a lesson, but he was too tired to stand up. When he opened his mouth, he only made a groan-like sound: "Hey..."

Just when Yan Muyun was hesitating whether to contact Dongfang Quliu to come out to pick him up, someone suddenly picked up his arm.

Yan Muyun smiled. He never thought that this kind of Dragon King plot would happen to him.

"Thank you for the compliment." She blinked, her love-shaped pupils beating twice like a real heart, and a series of colorful heart ripples spread out.

The woman covered her mouth and smiled: "Didn't you hear what she called me?"

"This is true." Yan Muyun smiled slightly: "This is our first meeting, Linda, you can call me Steven."

Yan Muyun blinked and let the people around him pull him into the venue.

However, her wrist was caught, and she heard a magnetic voice coming from behind: "I want to see them."

"Miss McCool." The waitress clearly recognized the other party's identity and stepped aside in a panic.

"What are you looking at?" The other party raised his head, his dark blue lips opened slightly, and the pupils in his green eyes turned out to be in the shape of hearts.

Linda's eyes flashed and her tone was ambiguous: "Are you Chinese people so reckless? You don't do any research at all before going to a strange place..."

Linda licked the corners of her mouth and stared directly at his face: "Come with me, Steven."

This is a beautiful young human being wearing a red dress, blond hair and blue eyes, with female physical characteristics. However, when Yan Muyun saw her for the first time, what he noticed was not the exquisite and perfect profile, nor the deep career line that was about to stick to his arm, but her skin.

"It's just like the real thing." Linda subconsciously reached out to touch the other person's face and exclaimed.

The arms, cheeks, and chest are full of roundness, and everything they look at is as pink as cherry blossoms.

"What do you mean?" Yan Muyun frowned slightly, and he heard something in the other person's words.

"It's not interesting." Linda stretched out her hand to straighten his collar, and finally gently scratched his chin with her fingertips: "Listen to my advice, before my brother and my father find you, you should leave here as soon as possible. good."

Her voice stopped suddenly, and she was surprised to find that the man behind her had changed his face at some point.

"Miss McCool?" Yan Muyun recalled it, but he still didn't understand what was special about this name.

"No, it has a unique charm that makes people want to try it."

Yan Muyun took two steps forward, stretched out his arm very naturally, and let the other party hug him gently: "I never realized that your tongue is transparent."

"This gentleman is with me." A woman's soft voice sounded in his ears.

Yan Muyun raised his eyebrows slightly and narrowed his eyes subconsciously: "Nice to meet you, Ms. Linda."