God's way of opening infinite games

Far away in a cloud palace on the 39th Chongtian, countless round jade beads of bright colored glaze are strung together in the air by thin red threads.

The long-haired man in plain white brocade robe stood in front of the jade beads, raised his hand and touched one of the jade beads which was more eye-catching and dazzling than the others.

The toasts were intertwined, and the undercurrent of the dance was floating in the void like an unfolding scroll.

The man's eyes locked on the person he fell in love with for a moment, and his light-white fingers lightly brushed that person's cheek, as if he could feel the delicate touch of the skin.

There was indelible love in his eyes, and he murmured: "Dear kid, enjoy the fun of the game, we will meet soon."

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As night fell, the Duke's mansion ushered in batch after batch of guests.

Whether it's a high-ranking official or a wealthy businessman, even if you can't match up with the Duke, making friends with them is very beneficial to the improvement of your status.

Randy Garcia left his daughters behind, and he didn't know which earl and viscount he went to.

Fortunately, the game does not give players no clues.

Before Randy left them alone, he introduced their family to some nobles, and he also knew his current identity to some extent, so that others would not know anything and make people suspicious.

With the identity of Randy's youngest daughter, Doris, Xun'an wandered among the nobles and wealthy businessmen, and successfully obtained a lot of useful information by virtue of the words he used as a diplomat.

He rejected the explicit or covert invitations of some gentlemen who coveted Xun'an's beauty, and at the same time received the envious eyes of other ladies who attended the ball.

As for the other three, Mi Xiang was already familiar with each other and could get along well. His lively and open personality seemed out of place among the elegant ladies, but he was also interested. After a while, he got the words out of the mouth of an earl. .

As for Wang Cheng, Xun An tested his face. Although he has no children, he has a happy life and a successful career.

What surprised Xun'an was the blue silk cocoon, with a smile like a flower, and he was able to do a job with ease in front of many npcs who didn't know the details, perhaps because of his sweet mouth.

Suddenly heard a few exclamations, followed by congratulatory words in unison.

"Congratulations to the Duke, happy birthday!"

Duke Arnold walked down from the second floor with a red wine glass in hand. His dazzling shoulder-length blond hair made his skin fairer. His deep blue-purple pupils seemed to hide vast stars, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, forming a charming arc .

"Thank you all for participating in my birthday party. I hope you can come and return with joy."

He stopped on the stairs, glanced at the ladies with different expressions below, and then fixed his eyes on a beautiful lady who attracted all his attention.

Xun An has been standing by the dining table in the corner observing the situation of the audience, and saw Arnold as soon as he appeared.

Faintly felt that his figure was a little familiar, but couldn't find any sporadic memories.

When Arnold's eyes met his, Xun An's heart palpitated for no reason, which made him feel depressed for the first time.

The undisguised interest in his eyes made Xun An feel offended, half-closed his charming peach eyes, and gave him a provocative smile.

"Wucheng, why do I feel that the Duke has been staring at Xun'an?"

Mi Xiang and Wang Cheng avoided the center circle where Arnold was, and talked in low voices.

He found that although Arnold was talking to other people, his eyes almost always fell on Xun'an.

"Because he's good-looking."

It was rare for Mi Xiang not to be jealous when he heard the words, and nodded agreeingly, "Even if he raised his appearance by 5%, he still has a good foundation. I usually only see this kind of person on TV, but his temperament is not the same as those Celebrities are a little different, it's indescribably subtle."

"Why do you care so much about him?"

Wang Cheng pinched his chin, and turned his face towards her, with danger signals in his eyes.

"I'm good-looking, but I'm not allowed to have an eye addiction?"

Mi Xiang grabbed his tie, pulled it down, and bit his lips hard, with an arrogant face, "No matter how good-looking he is, he's not as capable as you, my Mr. Song~"

Wang Cheng's eyes were dark, his Adam's apple slipped, and he carried Mi Xiang with one hand and walked out of the hall.

Xun'an didn't notice that there were two players who "didn't do their jobs" and sneaked away to do other things. He kept staring at the small door where the old housekeeper came in, and was going to take a look at it when he had a chance.

"My beautiful lady, do I have the honor of asking you to dance with me?"

Arnold did not know when he ended the polite greetings, stood in front of Xun An, and stretched out his left hand towards him. A hollow carved ring inlaid with sapphire was worn on his thumb. Under the refraction of the light, it was like stars reflecting on the ocean. On the ground, there was a cold light shining.

In an instant, the entire hall fell silent, and everyone's eyes fell on Xun An.

Especially Garcia, with a bright smile on his fat face, almost jumped up and down three times in joy, winking at Xun'an, wishing he could rush up to accept the invitation for him.

"why?"

Xun An is not afraid of this kind of virtual data, even if his spiritual power is suppressed here, it does not mean that he will easily bow to the game.

Xun'an will never agree to dancing with a man, or the other party's men's step, and the woman's step by herself.

Qingsi Cocoon, who was mixed in the crowd, clicked her tongue twice silently, and thought to herself: "I can't bear to refuse the handsome guy's invitation, don't give it to me!"

Although I think so, I still take into account that he is a character in the game, and he is more likely to be a big boss. If I offend him, I'm afraid it will be cool.

The green silk cocoon took a few steps back, lest the city gate catch fire and harm the fish in the pond.

"Miss's charm makes me surrender and fascinates me. If I can't dance with Miss, it will be a great regret in Arnold's life."

Arnold lowered his eyebrows, with a sad expression on his face, water ripples in his purple-blue and nearly black eyes, even a hard-hearted heart could be half-melted when he was stared at by such a pair of eyes.

Xun'an raised his hand, and Arnold was obviously very happy, and his left hand extended a little further, ready to catch the slender hand he was about to reach.

As a result, Xun An turned a corner with his right hand, picked up a glass of sweet wine on the dining table, shook it gently, and watched the purple-red wine collide with the glass wall, with a few crystal clear water droplets hanging on it.

"But I don't like dancing in crowded places."

Arnold was stunned for half a second, understood the implication of Xun An's words, and the curvature of the corner of his mouth increased a bit, he stopped standing there and waited stupidly, walked directly to Xun An's side, bowed his head and whispered in his ear: "I There are still a few bottles of good red wine in the room, the taste is excellent, I believe the lady will be very satisfied. Drinking and dancing, just you and me...how about it?"

His breath hit Xun An's ear lightly, and the distance between the two was so close that as long as Arnold lowered his head again, he could kiss the tip of his ear.

Xun An put down his wine glass, "Then let's go."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Arnold, he walked straight to the stairs. Arnold licked his lips behind him, smiled inexplicably, and followed Xun An's footsteps.

Before going up the steps, he turned around and said to the guests in the hall: "I have an appointment with this beautiful lady, please forgive me, and please don't waste this beautiful night, and continue to enjoy the graceful dance."

The old butler who appeared at the right time pushed the ten-layer cake into the hall, distracting his attention.

After distributing the cake, Arnold and Xun An were nowhere to be seen.

The corridor on the second floor is not as brightly lit as the hall, and is only illuminated by faint wall lamps.

The floor was covered with a soft Persian rug, and it was inaudible to walk on it.

The oil paintings hanging on the wall are monotonous in color, either in large areas of red or in large areas of black, but under the unknown light, they strongly stimulate people's nerves, showing a grotesque state.

It's like falling from the country of warm spring into the dark and gloomy hell.

Xun An went up to the second floor and followed Arnold, then stopped in front of an oil painting at the corner.

"What do you think of this painting, miss?"

Arnold noticed that the person behind him had stopped and was standing in front of the portrait, fascinated by it.

"If you call me Miss again, I'll wring your head off."

Xun An gave him a flat look, his tone was full of threats, "Call me Xun An."

Arnold didn't feel offended at all, instead he clenched his fist and put his lips on his lips and chuckled, "Okay, Xun'an... that doesn't sound like a local name."

"What do you care about so much?" Xun An asked Arnold, pointing to a person in the painting, "Is this you?"

This painting is different from the ones I have seen before. It has a very normal color scheme and a perfect composition, but it is precisely this that has attracted Xun An's attention.

The painting depicts a young man sitting on a baroque chair, holding a baby in his arms, looking straight ahead, smiling, with bright blue eyes.

According to the information obtained, Duke Arnold is unmarried, his parents died young, and he has no siblings.

The man holding the child is almost exactly the same as Arnold except for his lighter pupils. Logically speaking, it should be Arnold's father, and the one in his arms is Arnold.

But the person Xun An just pointed at was the young man sitting upright.

"You think that's me?"

Arnold did not answer directly, but threw the question back to Xun'an.

Xun'an didn't speak, he already had his own thoughts in his heart, and walked past the corner.

This corridor was noticeably shorter and brighter.

There are still oil paintings hanging on the wall on the right, the style is the same as the one he saw just now, but the content of the painting has changed.

The man is still sitting on the chair, his legs are crossed, his eyes seem to have darkened, and the original baby has turned into an immature boy standing on the left side of the seat.

The baby fat on his face has not faded, and his expression is indifferent to others thousands of miles away. He looks straight ahead, as if piercing the painting paper, and plunges into the dark place of the viewer's heart.

Xun An frowned slightly, kept walking, and finished the rest of the paintings one by one. Arnold followed behind step by step, his eyes always stayed on Xun An, and occasionally glanced at his naked, delicate and clean neck.

"These paintings are interesting, who made them?"

In the rest of the paintings, the young man sitting on the chair never changed his posture, only his smile grew stronger and his pupils became darker, until the last painting, he was exactly the same as Arnold behind him.

But the people around the man changed from a teenager to a cardamom girl, then to an elegant young woman, and finally to a gray-haired old man. The only thing that remained unchanged was their indifferent expressions.

Arnold stood behind Xun An, raised his hand and brushed the portrait, just in time to wrap Xun An in his arms.

He lowered his head, almost leaning against Xun An's body, and said, "I'm not talented, it's my subordinate."

The deep voice seems to carry a fatal temptation to make you follow his will.

Step by step, he fell into his well-planned trap.