“What kind of beast is this melamine? What San Lu to what milk?” The swordswoman became increasingly confused and could not comprehend a single thing.
“You don’t know what is San Lu? It is a mythical beast that possesses the ability to turn things into stone. Haven’t you heard of this phrase: “Drink San Lu and it will petrify a generation”?” Yue Yang appeared startled when he asked, with a facial expression of someone who was dumbfounded by an idiot. The look on Yue Yang’s face exceptionally demanded a beating.
“I’ve never heard of it.” The swordswomen wished she could give a fierce beating to the overly exaggerated face of Yue Yang’s.
“Friend, I know that you pay no attention to outside matters. You’re preoccupied with being a girl, but you can’t be unaware of even San Lu. Let me tell you, San Lu is just like a mistress, both of them have ‘milk’.” Yue Yang said resolutely.
“I feel that you are trying to deceive me, you are deliberately trying to trick me.” The swordswoman felt that she had listened to so much nonesense that she felt dizzy. She could feel that something wasn’t right, yet couldn’t tell what was wrong.