Shan Duan: That year, I was wearing red brocade, and I only exchanged a hundred years of tenderness for your decisive abandonment.
That year, I stood in the peach grove that you planted with your own hands, and what I saw was you and her singing together.
Demon King: Duan, the peach grove's fruits are ripe, when will you return?
Pear Wood God: My wife is used to eating pears these days, why don't you let her give you half a piece?
Shanduan: Who is your wife? !
Limu Shenjun: We have been living together for so long. . Do you want to deny it?
Shandan: Riki-kun~ As the saying goes, this person wants face, and the tree wants skin. How did I find you so shameless and skinless?
Limu Shenjun: I am a tree, I have skin. . . (Speaking of making a prototype). . . You touch it.
Shandan: Riki, why are you so nice to me?
Limu Shenjun: Is this enough? It seems that your taste in short jokes needs to be improved.