Chen Pipi, the poorest treasure appraiser on the Internet, bought a broken clay pot for ten yuan and incurred a "thousand-year love debt" for himself...
Su Qingqing, a cool ancient book restorer, came to my door with a selfie stick and opened her mouth to test my "lifeblood" (referring to the clay pot). When the two of us were trapped in an ancient tomb and used a selfie stick to pry the coffin, used a milk tea spoon to test Feng Shui in a subway foundation pit, and used hairy belly to form the Nine Palace Formation in a hotpot restaurant, the barrage suddenly exploded: "The postures of you two fighting upside down are exactly the same as those in the murals!"
The top-secret files of the archaeological team revealed that the Su family priestess of Nanzhao State deliberately wrote wrong divination predictions to protect the prince, and tampered with the fate of the country by being quartered with five horses. In modern times, every time there is a life-or-death situation, the position where Su Qingqing blocks the knife for me exactly coincides with the fracture point of the ancient corpse.
When the boss of the smuggling group pinched my neck and laughed ferociously, "Where is the heart of the Phoenix?" And the barrage scrolled with love poems written in oracle bones from thousands of years ago, Su Qingqing pressed the Luoyang shovel against my Adam's apple and said, "The password is - the night your heartbeat exceeded 120, I pretended not to hear it."
(Introduction includes elements: sand sculpture suspense + sapiosexual sweet pet + ancient and modern two-line escape room + live broadcast room barrage life-saving operation)
