The projector turned its direction and aimed the lens at the Tang sword: "He has a satisfying yellow on him, like the sunset yellow, and he is about to fall asleep amidst the sunset."
"You're wrong," Li Banfeng stared at the Tang sword for a while, "he's already asleep, look at the gloves again."
The gloves wanted to avoid the camera of the projector: "Why are you looking at me? Master, I'm not photogenic. Better take a look at Sister Gourd."
The lens remained on the gloves, the projector said, "He has green on him, what does green mean? Are you afraid?"
The gloves were speechless for a moment, then gave a thumbs up to the projector: "You're quite something. I borrowed a scoop of Snow Cream from the peddler just now, thinking of letting the master study it well,
but then I thought, with my skills, there's no way I could escape the peddler's eyes. I feared the peddler might misunderstand our master, and was pondering whether or not to tell the master."
