Space Spirit Spring: Farmer Girl Cleverly Headed Home

With a bang, he wiped the back of the consul's eunuch's hand, and took away a little oily skin, which was bleeding streaks.

"Raytheon spare his life! The villain will never dare anymore! I confess, I will have three sticks of incense sooner or later, and I will definitely not dare to lack flowers and fruits!"

The consul eunuch, such a hard-hearted person, was so frightened that he knelt down and knocked his head like garlic!

The rest of the palace people knelt down again, and howling ghosts grabbed the pen and paper on the ground and wrote. When the ink was dry, it was too late to dip, so he licked it twice and continued to write.

"After writing, press your handprint, and please give me a statue of Thunder God."

After watching a good show, Su Haitang dropped his pen, ink, paper and inkstone and turned away.

Only after turning the intersection, she was pulled into the shadow of the tree.

"Ai Concubine, you are not surprised at all."

He Liancheng glanced at her calm and pretty face with a smile, and unceremoniously touched her wide sleeves.

Of course nothing was gained.

He Liancheng unbelief in evil hands, as if to strip her naked.

"The emperor, this is outside."

Su Haitang's mouth twitched twice, thinking about giving him a shot in the fleshy place.

She is very accurate in marksmanship and will definitely kill her.

He Liancheng understood her malicious eyes, let go of her hand, and slowly raised the corners of her mouth, her eyes were cold.

"Don't pretend?"

Su Haitang sighed, and pulled the unconscious gentleman outside the aura into the nearest side hall.

Closing the door of the hall and plugging it in, she took Huojun's hand and took out the pistol from the space and stuffed his hand.

Starting with a heavy cold touch, Heliancheng clenched tightly without a teacher, opened the insurance with two clicks, loaded the bullet, and aimed at Su Haitang.

"Who are you? Where is He Mingzhu?"

Facing the swarthy muzzle, Su Haitang was not surprised but rejoiced.

"Do you think of anything? Use it smoothly, right?"

Heliancheng's eyes flickered, and the hand holding the gun was straight and firm, without trembling at all.

This kind of familiarity that seems to blend into the blood...

Heliancheng's eyes flashed coldly, and he squeezed the trigger without hesitation.

Su Haitang rolled his eyes to the sky, shaking the white ash stained on the lower edge of his cuff.

Of course, the bullets she gave were empty packs, which were used during exercises and were not lethal.

She was so stupid that she really played a gun for Wujun, but to stimulate the memory of Cheng Yuanzheng and help him wake up as soon as possible.

Cheng Yuanzheng really silently affected Junjun. Not to mention the smooth technique of playing the gun, just the aiming position alone speaks to the problem.

Of course Cheng Yuanzheng was reluctant to suffer a slight injury to her.

He Liancheng stared solemnly at the dazzling white gray marks for a while, flicked his sleeves, and left with his pistol.

Su Haitang didn't stop him either.

She had deliberately sent this gun to him.

Xiaoyu's mouth is hard and soft. Before she asked him for help, he groaned about an unreliable beauty trick, turned his head and threw the gun out.

This guy is still so arrogant.

Su Haitang curled her lips, lifted the skirt to chase the back of Wujun strode away and shouted: "Don't forget the reward, my lord! The concubine wants to pick two things that suit his heart personally!"

The emperor went in a stride, and he probably wanted to summon the ministers to study how to disassemble and imitate the magic weapon and apply it to war.

Creatures like the emperor all have an innate love for territorial expansion, even faint monarchs are no exception.

Expansion of the territory means more taxes, more tributes, and treasures and beauties, who would not love it!

I just want to imitate a thermal weapon in such a backward big week. This is not as difficult as normal. Real shotgun replacement.

I don't know how those crossing people overcome technical difficulties.

Even if the various ratios are known, how can the blasting problem be solved? Is it to create a weapon to kill the enemy or a suicide bomb?

In fact, she really missed Su.