[No kidding. Xue Yang has been living surrounded by negatives, impaled by negatives. To see any positivity is like giving food to a starving man. He has latched onto it with all his might.]
Guns? What's that? [Sorry, he's ancient. His sword is always on him, strapped to his forearm. Jiangzai is his baby; he would never leave them behind.]
Now you're making it sound dirty. [And hey, he's not against dirty, but now he's confused. Are they eating or something else?]
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Guns? What's that? [Sorry, he's ancient. His sword is always on him, strapped to his forearm. Jiangzai is his baby; he would never leave them behind.]
Now you're making it sound dirty. [And hey, he's not against dirty, but now he's confused. Are they eating or something else?]