Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei's Growth Life Simulator

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"As for now, I am looking around, not knowing what I am observing."

"Really?" Potato Chips' tone suddenly became serious. It didn't know what it drank, and then it let out a "haha" sound. The guess came from the car phone.

"Is our little lion going to run away from home?"

A squeak!

The handbrake suddenly loosened!

"Running away from home? What do you mean?" The long-legged girl didn't even wear a seat belt and turned the steering wheel sharply. A thin smoke came out of the rear of the ordinary little car, and the car's shadow followed Lu Mingfei like a ghost.

"Think about it, long legs! Logically speaking, weak children who live with relatives can't even compare to the children of the ex-wife after the remarriage."

"According to the records, our little lion's aunt is a loud speaker. She perfectly fits the image of a disgusting and philistine nagging mother-in-law. I'm sure she didn't treat our little lion well in the past."

"My cousin is a fat boy who seems to be in his middle school years and is a bit lecherous and vain. He probably doesn't like this cousin who is staying at his house. He might even subconsciously treat him as his little brother who can do whatever he wants?"

"The only uncle in the family who has a close blood relationship with him and cares about him is okay, but he is indeed a henpecked bastard. I guess he has wronged his own nephew to some extent in many cases."

"Burp~" The potato chip girl burped, and her tone suddenly became sad, as if she felt the same way.

"If he endures all the cold stares and humiliation, our little lion may even have to live in poverty in winter. Think about it, he may not have enough to eat most of the time."

"No wonder he looked so dejected and defeated before. He was just hungry!"

The potato chip girl murmured with tears in her eyes and took another sip of wine.

Snap!

Someone slammed the table, and there was a rustling sound, followed by the crisp sound of silver knives and forks hitting porcelain plates.

"Finally one day! On a quiet night after a storm!"

Potato Chips' tone suddenly became excited. The long-legged girl didn't need to guess, she knew that she must be very excited at this moment.

"He discovered his own extraordinary abilities. He suddenly realized that since he no longer needed to rely on others, he had to escape from the prison-like place!"

"The world is so big, if a man has the ability, he can make the whole world his home!"

"He had smooth sailing on the road ahead, becoming stronger and stronger, and finally became a self-made young man with ambitions to become a president."

The potato chip girl smiled and suddenly changed her words.

"Finally, on a dark and windy night, he was destined to meet a kind and innocent girl, and from then on, there was no stopping them."

"Stop, stop, stop!" The long-legged girl's brows were getting tighter and tighter. Finally, she curled her lips and knocked on the steering wheel, interrupting the other party's imagination and chattering with the sound.

"I thought you were relying on Word Spirit·Evolution to guess his mental state, that's why I listened for so long."

"What are you talking about? There is nothing useful at all."

The long-legged girl stretched out her hand, put her middle finger and index finger together, and casually brushed the hair in front of her eyes behind her ears.

"Potato Chips, have you seen those overbearing CEOs fall in love with my stuff again recently?"

"A little bit! A little bit!" The potato chip girl smiled awkwardly, then drank something and became excited again.

"Long legs, huh? Actually, later that boy and girl"

"Shut up!"

The long-legged girl suddenly interrupted the other person's desire to share. When she thought about working alone in the cold weather at midnight while the other person continued to enjoy luxurious service in a high-end restaurant, she felt a belly of anger rolling in her chest.

"I came out at three or four in the morning to monitor our little lion. I'm not talking to you to listen to your idiotic stories that only people with cerebral palsy would read."

The long-legged girl looked at Lu Mingfei who turned around and whispered helplessly,

"The little lion turned right at the traffic light. His target might be on this road. Is there anything we need to pay attention to around here?"

After the questioning, the long-legged girl sighed helplessly.

Why do I feel that she is acting like a stalker and is so meticulous as to ask about the exact location, just like a sasaeng fan or a nanny?

"What a stupid and brain-dead plot! It's obviously well-written. They're just worried that you'd be in a bad mood working alone outside, so they want to talk about it." The potato chip girl muttered a few words.

"No thanks. It will be enough if you can just send the information to me and analyze the intelligence." The long-legged girl frowned.

"Wait, let me take a look," the girl seemed to be probing the first part with the tablet in her hand, and then she was slightly stunned, as if she was carefully checking something.

"Well, at this time, all the shops are basically closed."

"There is only this street..." The potato chip girl said this and stopped talking.

"Is there anything dangerous?"

"That shouldn't be the case. He hasn't come into contact with dragons or anything like that. He probably won't go in and out of secret places in real life. Potato Chips, why are you hesitating all of a sudden?" The long-legged girl frowned, her tone was very unhappy.

"If you have something to say, can you please just say it?"

“24-hour sex toy store.”

A cold voice came from the other side, without any emotion. It was San Wu. She might have already sat down next to the potato chip girl from the other side.

"There is only one 24-hour sex toy store on that road."

"The products include silicone dolls, sexy lingerie, and contraceptives."

"Stop, stop, stop! Princess, you don't need to introduce those things to Long Legs."

Upon hearing this, San Wu Niu gently closed her mouth, with no emotion on her face.

Potato Chip Girl sighed, she was used to the fact that Sanwu Girl could talk about such things without batting an eyelid.

She shook the goblet, looked out the window, and said with emotion,

"That's right, long legs! It's a sex toy store. Our little lion has really been corrupted by money."

"Really?" The corners of the long-legged girl's mouth twitched wildly.

"Are you saying that the first thing our little lion does when he gets money is to carry his schoolbag and clothes and go to the sex toy store to buy a doll in the middle of the night?"

"A 16-year-old would always have a strong curiosity about this, wouldn't he? What's more, our little lion's past resume shows that he is a complete otaku. It's normal for him to like dolls and such." The potato chip girl nodded and speculated, then burped again.

"Let me correct you. The things that otakus like are called life-size figures. Strictly speaking, they are not the same thing as inflatable dolls." Sanwuniu added calmly.

"Yes, yes, I get it. Otakus only like life-size figures, and only perverted singles need dolls. If we follow your logic, his next stop will be the hotel, right?" The long-legged girl rolled her eyes and agreed speechlessly.

"On a dark and windy night, it's possible to use the huge sum of money you just got to buy your first doll, and then spend the night on the top floor of a nearby hotel overlooking the river." The potato chip girl said cheerfully and spoke nonsense indistinctly. "Long legs, you are also Japanese, aren't you familiar with this kind of plot?"

"."The long-legged girl was speechless. She thought the potato chip girl was probably drunk.

"Potato Chips, didn't I tell you not to drink? Forget it, drink less."

"Long legs, report the target's status." San Wuniu took the phone and spoke at an unusually fast speed, "I just checked and there are indeed quite a few hotels nearby. There is a possibility of this or that."

You really checked it? You are worthy of being a three-no girl.

The long-legged girl pursed her lips, looked up at the words, and idly reported the current situation.

"The little lion is approaching the target. The current distance is 200 meters. The wind speed is/second. The temperature is 4 degrees Celsius. The humidity is 62%. It can be shot from a safe distance. Sorry, I got off track."

The long-legged girl apologized without any intention, using the report as an excuse.

"The current distance is 150 meters. The little lion has no intention of stopping his paws and his pace is very steady."

"At a distance of 50 meters, the little lion's eyes were determined and he kept moving forward."

"0 meters, the little lion resolutely left there. Congratulations, Potato Chips, your guess that you were drunk was wrong."

The long-legged girl clapped her hands suddenly.

"I regret to tell you that I recorded every word you said tonight. I'm sure that will be your new black history."

"My potato chips, you don't want others to know that the queen of finance who can manipulate the economy of a country is actually like this in private."

The potato chip girl in the distance suddenly woke up, what the hell, is it recorded?

Damn it! Did you get caught?

What on earth is that Japanese chick planning to do with this recording?

No need for money! It's a life-threatening situation!

"Wait!" Before the potato chip girl could start firing, the long-legged girl suddenly raised her voice, one wave higher than the other.

"The little lion has retreated!"

"He stopped in front of the Mood Shop!"

"He was looking back and forth, as if to make sure no one was around!"

"He lowered his head, as if he was thinking about something, seemingly hesitating!"

The long-legged girl's tone is vivid,

"Oh no! He's getting closer and closer to the door! Damn it! Is this ridiculous really going to happen?"

"Is our little lion going to become an adult in this way tonight?"

The voice of the potato chip girl came, "To be honest, I thought our little lion would at least go to a club or something like that to do this kind of thing, but he is just as useless as ever."

"Wait, the on-site intelligence is updated." The long-legged girl's voice sounded again,

"The little lion scanned the whole place with his stern eyes."

"His first target was underwear with lace patterns. Ha, he is indeed a man. But he actually looked at white first. His taste is quite unique. Shouldn't most people like black or red?"

"He moved his gaze towards the latex products, seemingly trying to identify the brand?"

"Sure enough!" The long-legged girl sat upright,

"His ultimate goal is the doll. He has been eyeing that doll for a long time! He is indeed a homebody. Will he go in? Will he go in?"

The long-legged girl fell silent, which made the potato chip girl feel itchy. The three-no girl remained silent and took a sip of red wine.

"Long legs! Long legs!" the potato chip girl asked in a low voice.

"How is it going?"

"Unfortunately, he didn't have any intention of buying it, and left instead." The long-legged girl answered casually.

"The reason why he does everything seems to be out of curiosity?"

"It makes sense," Sanwu explained calmly, looking serious, as if he was analyzing a paper.

"According to psychology, when you come across a place like that in the middle of the night when no one is watching, curiosity does swell when no one else is watching."

"Especially at this age when hormones are overflowing." The potato chip girl added to herself.

"Okay, stop playing." The long-legged girl had no choice but to interrupt the current conversation. He felt that if he continued like this, he would be getting further and further off topic.

"Little Lion turned left and reported the actual situation of the next street."

"Wait! Wait! Let me take a look!" Potato Chip Girl responded in support, and the sound of tapping on the screen could be heard faintly.

"I don't think so,"

The long-legged girl interrupted the support on the other end of the phone.

She looked ahead at a bright spot in the midnight street and whispered,

"Potato chips, maybe you're right."

"Our little lion is not that useless."

"He has already gone into that place."

I saw all kinds of luxury cars parked on the street not far away.

The neon lighting facilities were placed at an extremely conspicuous height, with water droplets faintly flowing.

The light flickered in circles under the control of the electric current, involving rolling text.

On the magnificent building not far away, it was written nakedly,