Xiao Yuwan: You are sick.
Hua Nongying: Little disciple, I just love to see you suddenly startled.
Xiao Yuwan: This is naked revenge.
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Master: Wan'er, master, should I find a rope to tie you up so that you don't run around like a rabbit.
Xiao Yuwan: Master, why not use 520 super glue, uh ~ 502.
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Hua Nongying: Xiaowan, just write something on my fan. You can just draw something. Just write and draw. Please, please help me, your little uncle.
Xiao Yuwan: I don't know how to write well. You can find Sister Xue. She writes well and draws well.
Hua Nongying: How can you agree?
Xiao Yuwan: When I have the same literary talent as my master, I will help you write inscriptions on the fan.
Xiaowan, do you know what this fan means to me.
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Xiao Yuwan: Master, with your hair disheveled like this... It really makes you look even more like a peerless immortal.
Nalan Longyu: Wan'er is so brave that she dares to make fun of her teacher.
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Xiao Yuwan: Master, do you... Want me to kill you with my own hands? You... How could you do this?
Nalan Longyu: Wan'er, you and I are not only masters and disciples, but also blood relatives. We can't...
Xiao Yuwan: No, I don't care, master. If you die, I will go with you. However, you obviously don't want to die, and I don't want you to die. Therefore, master, we should live well and live until the end, watching the fate of those who want to kill us. Master...
Nalan Longyu: No...
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Master, when all the flowers and flowers are gone, I will be alone with you. How's that?