Qin Fen almost failed to react. What? Shoot what? He was still dizzy. "You can't shoot yet. We haven't started playing. You can only shoot after we get going!"
Qin Fen was telling the truth. That was the bad thing about immortals coming down from Heaven—they didn't understand anything. Bringing along such a country bumpkin was exhausting. Qin Fen dared to guarantee on his character that he hadn't said anything improper or set any traps. He had merely followed Queen Mother's lead. By now, his attention had long been drawn to this hidden wonderland.
Money really did let people do whatever they wanted. This entire villa had been converted into a gaming zone, with all kinds of arcade attractions: dance machines, drum machines, claw machines—everything.
Of course, that was not the most extravagant part. The most extravagant part was that there were quite a few people inside.
When Qin Fen entered, aside from being stunned by the setup, what really shocked him were the people inside. Holy crap, there were even cosplay girls. Not only were there many of them, but they represented every race, and their outfits were pretty damn revealing. Qin Fen was too embarrassed to stare for long. Besides providing a bit of eye candy, they also seemed to accompany people while they played. After all, many guests had come alone. If they didn't know many people, how were they supposed to have fun by themselves?
There was no helping it. The wedding had gone badly, and Grant was deeply troubled. To keep everyone around and smooth over the fiasco, he had come up with plenty of ideas, even hiring a huge group of model girls at great expense.
That was why Qin Fen was a little dazed. He spoke while blankly looking around, and Queen Mother