Damn it.
He had accidentally used modern terms.
Yue Mingxuan's mind spun for a moment, and he awkwardly said, "In my country, there was once a missionary who came from across the seas. He always carried a picture book that included these hidden weapons. They called them guns and bullets. I studied with him for a short time in my childhood, so I know."
From now on, he decided, he would attribute all new terms to this fictitious missionary to avoid constantly having to invent explanations.
Shang Qinghua watched Yue Mingxuan's eyes spin as he spoke, immediately realizing he was lying. For some reason, however, he didn't want to expose him.
Xi Yu, on the other hand, listened with great interest and grabbed Yue Mingxuan, asking, "Really? Was that missionary blond with blue eyes? I've heard from my master that women like that are especially… satisfying."
"Uh…" Yue Mingxuan's face twisted into a mixture of exasperation and helpless amusement.
