Back to the center of the hall, the masquerade ball.
The ball was quite lively, with explosive music and a swaying crowd, crisscrossing to form a feverish atmosphere. Everyone's faces were adorned with smiles that reflected the vibrant spirit of the event, seemingly completely immersed in it.
Everyone who stepped in here couldn't help but be infected and indulged in a wild song and dance.
In a certain sense, the masquerade ball was held very successfully.
No one would have thought that in a few hours, perhaps this place might be blown to the sky, and except for a few people, they would all be pulverized, with nearly zero chance of survival.
"You really should thank me properly." Yan Xiaobei said with slight narcissism.
He released his Divine Thought, scanning the venue, and immediately spotted Ms. Laura standing at the edge, savoring delicious desserts—not the characters played, but the real Ms. Laura Croft.
