The next day, Liu Chen went to the research institute and handed over the sickle to Zhan Qi with great reluctance.
"Let go!" Zhan Qi was holding the sickle handle, but the blade was still in Liu Chen's hands.
"Please don't bully it!" Liu Chen said, as if he were sending off his own child.
"When it comes to divine weapons, I'll cherish it even more than you." Zhan Qi was somewhat amused, not expecting Liu Chen to have such a childlike side.
"Can you repair it quickly? After being together for more than two decades, I'll feel terrible without it." Liu Chen still didn't want to let go.
"I'll do my best, and by the way, you have objectophilia. You should see a doctor about it afterward." Zhan Qi tried to take it again, but still couldn't get it.
"Can you give me an exact time? I need something to look forward to." Liu Chen asked somewhat pitifully.
