"Every banquet in the world must come to an end. Saying this from an old friend will only add to the sadness of separation."

Before dealing with this, I just sighed at the vicissitudes of time.

"We are destined to meet you another day."

"Oh...so when are you leaving?"

The lobbyist sounded a little tired of it.

"ten."

However, what responded to it was just a cold number.

He looked up before paying, as if staring at an invisible clock.

"ten?"

"Nine."

"Um?"

"eight."

"etc!"

When Fu Qian read the third number, the air beside the nearest door began to twist, and a figure quickly appeared.

The lobbyist who cared about his old friend simply gave up guarding the dream and allowed it to be shattered.

"seven."

It's a pity that the answer to it is just another cold number.

"you……"

"six."

Ding……

When there were five people left in the countdown, a clear bell rang.

The last sight of his old friend in the lobbyist's field of vision was when the other party rang a transparent bell on his hand.

The next moment there was nothing there.

The process was so natural and smooth that it made people wonder if they were invisible in place.
Chapter completed!