Lu Bei had no impression of Xin Qi's clothing or appearance, but he felt a weird sense of familiarity with this strange and peculiar flower twig as if he had seen it somewhere before.
He couldn't blame himself for this; in an era of information explosion, all sectors were swarming with data. It was common for consumers to suffer from aesthetic fatigue.
He put keywords into the gaming area, and all the young ladies associated with monsters and demons were dressed in rags. Being an honest man himself who had been swimming in the sea of information for many years, he naturally overlooked it.
"If I'm not wrong, it must be a leader in the growing phase, sigh, I can't round it up single-handedly now. What if it grows for a few more years?"
Lu Bei stepped on the weird flower twig and crushed it. With a cold smirk, he vanished into the darkness. "What a thorny delicate flower, it's a pity you've met me. Run, keep running, let's see where you can run to."
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