The hot pot feast lasted until ten thirty before everyone reluctantly said their goodbyes and dispersed.
Liu Shuyue had to return to Mala Village to continue handling the relocation. Wang Baihu, Jiang Siqi, and Xiao Jiu each went home, while Xu Xuanling and Liu Li remained at the subway station "on duty." But given how drunk the latter was, she would basically be useless—give her a bed and she could pass out on the spot.
It could only be said that this was part of a swordswoman's "character setting." Otherwise, considering she could survive with a gaping hole in her chest, alcohol's numbing effect would probably be negligible.
Xu Xuanling, on the other hand, kept herself under control. Though she had looked tipsy from the start, she never became any drunker than that. For her, being pleasantly buzzed was more like a pastime.
After seeing everyone off, only Chen Xuan, Lin Qing, and Elorie remained in the Ability Store to clean up the mess.
"If only I had an ability for housework," Chen Xuan muttered as he looked at the empty plates covering the table and the bottles strewn across the floor.
Even if he had stopped the apocalypse, changed the course of the future, and forced the super organization out of Jiangcheng, dishes still had to be washed when it was time to wash dishes.
"It's not that bad. You don't need to wash them by hand; just put them in the dishwasher." Lin Qing smiled. "Look at Little Angel. She's much more diligent than you."
In just a few sentences, Elorie had already stacked all the plates on the table into a pile.
"Heave-ho." She picked up more than ten plates in one go. "Where should I take these?"
"I'll do it." Lin Qing stepped forward and took