Steam Era: The Lord of 'Puluo' Chapter 1181 582: Husband, Am I Pretty? (This Chapter Is Nuclear)

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."

The gloves spit out a porcelain bottle, inside filled with Snow Cream: "Master, this was my mistake, please punish me!"

Li Banfeng picked up the bottle and smiled: "This isn't much, Ah Ji, look at me again, what color am I?"

The projector looked for a moment, the glow behind the lens kept flickering: "I can't look anymore, it's dizzying!"

"Why is it dizzying?"

"Seventh Guide, to speak frankly albeit a bit rudely, you have many colors on you, as vibrant as that feather duster in the corner."

The family watched the projector's antics, thinking it had overindulged and was babbling nonsense.

The phonograph sensed something unusual: "Husband, the projector has been consuming quite a few good things lately, its cultivation level should have increased a lot."

Increasing cultivation level is a good thing, but throughout the entire family, including the projector itself, nobody knew which Taoist Sect it belonged to.

Li Banfeng put the projector into his pocket and said to the phonograph: "Today it's time for the lab, I'll go fetch the batteries first, and let Ah Ji see what colors are outside."

Outside, the projector's abilities diminished greatly: "The colors around are too vibrant, I can't decipher the changes."

Li Banfeng cradled two sets of batteries: "Can you discern their joy?"

The projector carefully observed for a while: "I might not be very familiar with these two ladies yet."

The lab received electricity, and Li Banfeng fetched his wife. Today's experiment was quite complex, taking him from morning till late at night just to make some barely noticeable progress.

Li Banfeng first sent the phonograph back to the Portable Residence, taking the batteries home as well: "Once the batteries are charged, let's take my wife out for a stroll."

The phonograph had just rested at home for a moment when suddenly Hong Ying's voice called out from the Ninth Room: "It's just like you, too much like you, Xiaowan, come take a look!"

Red Lotus had finished crafting a puppet.

"What's there to look at..." The phonograph felt a bit tense, but when she pushed open the door of the Ninth Room and looked inside, she was stunned and rooted in place.

Red Lotus unfurled the flower and leaf design, pushing a woman in front of the phonograph.

"What do you think of my craftsmanship?"

The record spun on the tray, yet the needle seemed unable to settle anywhere.

A puff of steam sprayed out of the speaker, and the phonograph replied: "So-so, I suppose."

Red Lotus smiled: "For a short period, you can still attach and take this body to accompany your man for a market stroll."

To stroll the market...

The phonograph initially didn't want to speak, but couldn't help but say: "Alright."

She attached herself to the puppet, with only one thought in her mind.

To accompany my husband out for a stroll and to keep him company.

Red Lotus gazed at the puppet for a moment, vaguely seeing Miss Jiufang's smile.

You have the opportunity to go out, but don't forget to take me along.

...

Back at Black Stone Slope, Li Banfeng returned to the Portable Residence to fetch the batteries, ready to charge them, when suddenly a woman emerged from the second son's room.

Li Banfeng was momentarily stunned and asked: "Miss, who are you?"

Clang!

The Tang sword fell to the ground: "Marshal..."

The projector crawled out of the pocket, the lens constantly flickering: "Art, this cannot be described by art anymore, it has surpassed the extremes of art!"

The thumb and index finger of the gloves rubbed together for a long time, almost unraveling themselves: "Is this still a human from the mortal realm?"

The tea in the old teapot pushed the lid open: "No more, I can't look any longer, another glance and this old life won't be spared."

The gourd dared not look any longer, shaking its body: "It's a pity I'm not born a man, what a shame..."

The music box circled around the woman, she danced continuously, yet produced no sound.

The clock pendulum lowered its voice to ask Meng De: "Is this really our lady of the house?"

Meng De quietly responded: "At first, I didn't believe it either. Until the moment I saw her first eye, I almost fell off the wall."

The earrings jumped onto the palm of the woman's hand: "Madam, let me sit on your earlobe for a bit, just a short while."

The sleeping Judge's Pen peeked out from the newspaper and took a glance.

He didn't sleep anymore, but stood quietly leaning against the wall, not feeling tired at all.

Li Banfeng carefully examined the woman and asked: "Is she my wife?"

Zhao Xiaowan smiled gently: "Husband, is she beautiful?"

Li Banfeng sat by the bedside, gently caressing the phonograph: "Quite beautiful."

Zhao Xiaowan sat beside Li Banfeng, softly grasping his hand: "Husband, this is my original appearance."

"Indeed quite beautiful." Li Banfeng turned around, slowly embraced the phonograph.

PS: How beautiful is Zhao Xiaowan actually?