Li Qinglu was startled. Though she did not understand his meaning, she still answered, "Many merchants from the Western Regions pass through here, so there are quite a few Kunlun Slaves." Western Xia lay along the Silk Road, where exchanges between East and West had always been frequent.
Song Qingshu continued, "Black ones, not those from the Southern Seas." In ancient times, slaves from Southeast Asia and Africa were collectively called Kunlun Slaves. Afraid that she might misunderstand, Song Qingshu specifically made it clear that he wanted black men.
Li Qinglu looked even more puzzled. "Y-yes, there are..."
"Good." Song Qingshu smiled in an exceedingly sinister manner.
Nian Liandan's scalp tingled at the sight of his expression. "What are you planning to do?"
Song Qingshu smiled faintly. "Didn't I just say it? I'll let you experience how those innocent women you defiled once felt."
Nian Liandan flew into a rage. "I'm a man! How can I experience that feeling?"
Song Qingshu shrugged. "Who says men can't experience it?" Thinking of all those jokes from later generations, he shuddered in disgust.
Nian Liandan was stunned at first, but quickly understood. After all, the preference for men had been quite common throughout history. He hurriedly said, "No, don't! Those of us from the Flower Between Sect hate men the most. Just thinking about them makes me want to vomit... blegh..." The moment he finished speaking, he could not help throwing up.
"Bullshit. If I'm not going to give you something disgusting, should I give you something you like instead?" Song Qingshu could not help retorting.
Nian Liandan hastily changed his tune. "No, no, I've hated women most of all my life. Just thinking about women makes me want to vomit. The ones I like most are men."
Song Qingshu laughed. "Perfect. Since