It was 8:30 in the evening, not yet lights-out time, but the streets of Dragon City were already sparsely populated.
Under the dim streetlights, one could faintly see moths crashing against the lamp covers, the sounds audible from afar.
Shao Zifeng's face, pale with dark circles under his eyes, walked shakily down the deserted street clutching a kitchen knife. If someone had set this scene to music and planted a few crops, it would be just like the familiar feeling of Plants vs. Zombies.
"Yo~"
The little deer nestled in Shao Zifeng's arms, its mouth clutching his sleeve, seemingly worried about his condition. Then it bowed its small head, and its ethereal antlers slowly materialized.
"Little deer, don't waste your strength, I'm feeling weak today, not hurt; your skill won't work on me," Shao Zifeng interrupted the little deer's skill and, gritting his teeth, continued to shuffle toward his destination as he eyed the department store building not far away.
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