Xiao Jingkong looked at the Marquis Xuanping with a gaze that suggested he was looking at an idiot, "Chicken—"
The Marquis Xuanping realized he shouldn't have tacked on that word to his name. Otherwise, with this children's comprehension, who knows what he might interpret it as.
Just as he feared, the kid started speaking.
The Marquis Xuanping felt more panicked than he ever had in battle, his body tensely shook, "Shut up! Swallow that last word back!"
Xiao Jingkong closed his mouth.
Alright then.
The adult world truly was difficult to understand, with such terrible names, not even distinguishing between chickens and monkeys!
Marquis Xuanping breathed a sigh of relief.
Xiao Jingkong put his little hands behind his back and tilted his head, "Eight."
He actually said the last word.
Marquis Xuanping: "…!!"
