Ahem...
The storyteller cleared his throat and began to tell with an affectionate look on his face.
A long time ago,
A villa named Wuzhuang was born
After a long, long time,
A group of people with dancing demons moved in,
Then the wheel called fate began to turn
Then...
Well, no then.
Because suddenly 10,000 grass-mud horses roared past and took our story king away.
Someone in Wuzhuang laughed secretly, Ci'ao, it's this sentence again, fate is your uncle, wheel is your sister, go away and play!