>When Master kicked open the door of my room, I was stirring the tripe in the hot pot with Grandmaster's peach wood sword.
>"Evil fellow! How dare you use the Zhenpai magic weapon to cook hot pot!"
>After I was expelled from Maoshan, I squatted in the square and asked people to look at each other: "Sister, your face is... Kefu!"
>My aunt picked up a square dance fan and chased me three streets: "How dare you curse my old man!"
>As a result, her husband had a heart attack and was hospitalized that night. The aunt cried and begged me for help.
>I held half of the mahogany sword fragment and scratched my head: "The magic weapons are used as chopsticks, and you have to pay more to catch ghosts..."
