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While Xuan Mingjun was introducing it to Wang Yu, he reached out to touch a yellow flower. However, the moment Xuan Mingjun's hand touched it, the flower actually started to wilt immediately, and then, it began to wither rapidly. Xuan Mingjun retracted his hand with an embarrassed look on his face.

"En..." I love withering. "

Xuan Mingjun said as he sprinted to the front of the crowd