"Xiao Yanzi, go repair the cultural relics for your Master Jue!"
"..."
After a dead silence
"Hey, oh, oh, Xiao Yan'er, where are you going? I was wrong. I was wrong. I immediately went to kneel on the keyboard. Don't leave." He said and chased after her while crying.
The soy sauce onlookers: not surprised, gloating about misfortune and waiting for further developments
(This is a story about repairing cultural relics, hunting monsters, listening to other people's love, hate, and sorrow, and talking about love at the same time)