Li Aozi closed the letter, the gloominess in his heart dissipated significantly.
The campfire painted his face orange-red, beautiful sparks danced like butterflies, and not far away, the carefree players were gathering around, each one circling Du Zexin's mecha, taking screenshots to post on forums.
"Wow, a Gundam! The romance of a man!"
"That design is clearly from Armored Core, you poser!"
"Du Zexin, are you a mentor for the Mechanics?"
Faced with these chattering players, Du Zexin, whose consciousness resided in Future Sentinel, was a bit bewildered.
"Are these little guys yours?" Du Zexin pointed at the players with an average Total Level of 10, "Although their strength is passable, what are they talking about—hey! Don't spray paint graffiti on my armor! And you—why would you take off your clothes when drinking!"
Li Aozi's wrinkles gradually faded from his face, slowly regaining his youthful good looks, he rubbed his stiff facial muscles, and waved his hands:
