"Chunsan has a beautiful view,but not as beautiful as sire Quingui. His beauty pulls strings to Binghe's heart." Yuèlìang sang a tune he'd heard from one of the books he'd read before leaving his home.
He noticed the two staring at him and he stopped...first off,his mouth was a little numb so he couldn't really talk and/or sing in the right way.
"What are you singing?"Tiāntáng looked terrified.
"Eentent ooo Unnga..."Yuèlìang tried to say,"Resentment of Chungha but failed miserably...Chenyu only laughed as she watched Tiāntáng's face distort.
They kept asking and they only heard jibberish come from Yuèlìang's mouth,they were so confused.... Tiāntáng decided to cast a spell to help Yuèlìang speak better and it helped a lot. Finally, Tiāntáng could now ask the question he had ever since he listened to "Resentment of Chungha."
And Yuèlìang could now answer without needing Aliens or a demon tribe to translate what ever he was saying. For a long time, Tiāntáng only stared at Yuèlìang not knowing how to ask his question. Finally,he got the courage and inhaled.
"Is....are....they of the same gender?"He couldn't help but ask the question and Yuèlìang awkwardly smiled.
"Let me tell you the story...."Yuèlìang spoke,he told them the story and they kept asking questions...like,"What is a computer?" "What is the comment section?" "How do those people cultivate?" And so on and so forth.
He answered the questions and said that he made all that up.
"I am also going to make up my own song....what do my fears brothers think?"She bent right Infront of them while facing them. Yuèlìang could not help but take a peek at the white melons Infront of him....he immediately looked away from what didn't belong to him.
His cheeks turned red though luckily,none of the other two noticed,but he noticed a hard thing at the bottom of his back....he knew what it was. The great demon King's sword had risen for an attack.
Unfortunately,the only thing that was there to attack now was his poor back. He couldn't help but sigh...that was until he met Tiāntáng's eyes...
He looked flustered and his cheeks were flushed almost crimson red...he was looking down, probably to avoid looking straight at Chenyu.
"You can go ahead little Chenyu."Yuèlìang said, trying to avert the situation and to avoid those sharp eyes that were piercing straight into his soul.
Chenyu sang,in a very horrible way. Yuèlìang was not the type to hide it,even in his former life,he would tell you shit the way it is...so he didn't even force a smile.
"How was that?!"She asked, excited... Tiāntáng put on a fake smile. And stared down at Yuèlìang helplessly.
"It's gre..."Tiāntáng was cut off by Yuèlìang.
"You sound like the moles look."He said,on his face,disgust and seriousness were written,he was not joking and even Tiāntáng knew that.
Chenyu could not even see the small traces of disgust written all over him and instead smiled naively and bent forward again to ask specifically Yuèlìang what he meant. This time,he did not focus down there... although he wanted to...
"Don't moles look ugly?,so,I sound ugly?"She asked and although she had just figured out what was going on and wanted to cry,she hoped something nicer would come out of his mouth.
"Yeah.... anyway,did you make the song all by yourself? Like did you make it up?"He inquired again with a straight face.
"Yes,yes I did,how did you know...."She started happily but chocked,mid-sentence. Why was he asking this? What did he mean by did she make it up?
