Chapter 372 Happy Man

Compared with half a year ago, the sky is just a little fat.

"Hahaha! It's so evil!" The fat man greeted him warmly. When the two men held their hands together, the fat man asked cheaply, "Is the black hand coming?"

"Damn it, you are a fat man who values sex over friends!" He laughed and scolded and pointed behind him: "The black hand is with the shooter and the wet nurse!"

When they came to the second floor, countless eyes flashed on Zhang Mu. More than 95% of these people who came to the party had never seen Zhang Mu with their own eyes. In their impression, Zhang Mu should be a middle-aged man with a beard. They never thought that Zhang Mu would be so young.

"Twelve presidents are here!" Members stood up from their positions one after another. The oldest in this group is more than 44 years old, the youngest is 17 years old, and the mainstream is still some young people between 25 and 35.

When Zhang Mu saw so many people for the first time, his head suddenly exploded, so that the mythical and prank asked him to speak on the stage. He hummed and agreed.

Standing on the podium, Zhang Mu only felt that he was light-headed, and his calves were twitching. Commanding large and small battles with microphones on the Internet is completely different from giving a speech to the audience's eyes in reality.

"As the president of Chinatown, please look forward to the future of our guild!" The mythical wound shouted under the stage and applauded desperately, causing waves of applause.

"Uh..."

"Well, I can see that our twelve boss is a little shy. In that case, just say something casually."

"Buzz--" The microphone was loud, and nearly a thousand people closed their mouths, waiting for Zhang Mu's speech on the stage. The venue was silent for a while.

"That--" Zhang Mu blushed, and finally said a sentence from his mouth: "Everyone, eat well, drink well..."

Boom~Boom~The members of the whole venue laughed together. The female members who came to the party were still relatively reserved, while the male members basically laughed and were out of breath.

Zhang Mu stumbled off the podium awkwardly, punched the chest according to the mythical wound, and said angrily, "Don't spoof me again!"

"Husband, you are so ashamed~"

Enough of the noise and enough of the jokes. The mythical sadness brought Zhang Muyi to his seat and others with a smile on his face, "Come out and play. Don't be so serious about the expression on your face. We only get together once a year. You have to be happy."

"I didn't say I was unhappy. With so many new and old friends gathered together, it's hard to be unhappy!" Zhang Mu's face regained blood and laughter.

Mythical injury glanced at the members distributed throughout the venue and said with a smile, "This year, there are members with no girl surnames to participate. It seems that many couples can be matched. There are at least 200 couples who go out from the myth. This is another advantage of offline parties."

When everyone was chatting, more than a dozen people appeared on the second floor. The group was similar to Zhang Mu, and there were also men and women.

The leading man looks like 27 to 8 years old, with short hair and energetic.

"I'm the boss!" The members suddenly shouted. In the meeting, my reputation was not much worse than that of Zhang Mu.

"He is me!" Zhang Mu stood up. When I greeted a member, I glanced at Zhang Mu in the crowd. He was also stunned. The legendary "Twelve-winged Angel" was so young?

"Big book! Shit, didn't you say that the genius will arrive?" The mythical injury ran over quickly.

I smiled and said, "Isn't it good to come early? How long has it been since we haven't seen each other?"

"1~2 years? Haha, I can't remember clearly.

"Hello, Daben." Zhang Mu smiled and stretched out his right hand.

"Twelve, hey hey, it's better to see than to hear. You're much younger than I thought." I smiled kindly.

**** The offline party of the online game guild is to put it bluntly, a group of people with common hobbies eating and drinking together, playing, discussing game experience and exchanging some strategic treasures or various drawings in the game.

When the twilight came, the heavy snow showed no sign of stopping. The glass window was opened, and the white snow immediately drilled straight into the house along the southeast wind.

"Looking at the snow, drinking frozen beer, eating hot hot pot, this kind of artistic conception is really..." Zhang Mu looked out of the window. Under the embellishment of the light, every snowflakes turned into colorful.

"At a young age, how can you talk like an old man? This is not right." I picked up the glass and touched Zhang Mu.

With a large glass of beer, Zhang Mu sighed sincerely, "It's good to have a friend."

The myth shouted discontentedly, "What is this? It's like you haven't had any friends. If you say something wrong, you will be fined three glasses of wine!"

"Yes, yes, I can't admit the punishment, but three cups, isn't it too much?"

"Hahahaha!"

Zhang Mu didn't know that he had completely come out of the shadow of failure in his previous life at this time. He looked at Deng Jie, who was red and drunk, looked at the fat man who pretended to be shy and desperately picked up vegetables in the black hand bowl, looked at the night romance of punching with Liang Qi, playing with two little bees, and so on - at this moment, Zhang Mu I really feel that I am the happiest man in the world.

After thirty years of drinking, the food was over five flavors. Suddenly, it was late at night, but everyone's interest was still undiminished. Under the arrangement of mythical injury, they actually had an outdoor barbecue in the snowy community. Thanks to this newly developed community real estate, if someone lives there, they have to be reported to disturb the people.

"I really don't know how long this game can be played. We have entered the level 7 map in half a year. In half a year, I'm afraid we will mess around in the 10th-level map. From the opening of the server to now, this game has not let me down. I hope that the heroes can go further and further... More than ten or twenty years dare not ask for it, at least 3 to 5 years..." The mythical wound suddenly burst into an inexplicable emotion. He can't be blamed for this. He knows what the mythical injury mixed from one online game after another is. Every time he quit a certain game, he will be sad. The word "injury" of the mythical injury comes from this.

Zhang Mu, who was drunk, raised his mythical injured shoulder and said, "A wound, don't worry, the lifespan of this game is definitely longer than you think, 3 to 5 years? You underestimate it. Today's open map is only level 12, but there are stronger maps after level 12, and stronger arms are waiting for us. Otherwise, do you think you can beat the 13th level of arms 'Holy Dragon' with the current player's strength? The 14th-order 'Dragon Emperor'? You know, the dragon clans are all above level 10... In addition, there are also angels, demons and so on..."

"I hope so..." Mythical injury is also a little too drunk.

... The happy time always passed quickly. Five days passed in the blink of an eye, and everyone boarded the passenger plane home.

"Oh, my God, I've gained 3 pounds! I want to lose weight!" Sitting in her seat, Deng Jie waved her arms desperately.

"It's almost the same, you can reach the 'legendary' reputation today, golden marrow elixir..." Zhang Mu whispered.

(to be continued)