Summary of the previous chapter: Ma Xiaoquan copied a pistol model in half a month. On the other hand, Lu Xian also returned to Chaisang again...
Ma Xiaoquan brought the pistol model to his mouth and blew it gently: "Humph, this hasn't been formed yet. If it is formed, it will be more powerful."
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Ma Xiaoquan and Sun Quan didn't know that while they were demonstrating, a "servant" from Sun Quan's family had written down all the scenes, and late at night, detailed what he had seen during the day.
The description was given to Lu Xian...
After learning that Ma Xiaoquan also had a "pistol", Lu Xian was heartbroken. He also heard that Ma Xiaoquan's "pistol" was more powerful than the one he had now, and Lu Xian was jealous.
The flames suddenly burst into flames.
It was impossible to get the "pistol", but since Ma Xiaoquan also had one, Lu Xian immediately changed his original plan. There was no way, if Ma Xiaoquan also had one, then if he ran into him in the future, he would have to pay attention.
Yes, uh-huh, be careful in the future. "...It seems...this thing must have been ordered by Ma Xiaoquan..."
After thinking about it, Lu Xian picked up the white scroll on the desk. This white scroll was exactly the same white scroll that his subordinates got for him during the day. On the white scroll was the bullet-making method drawn by Ma Xiaoquan.
"Master, what about the blacksmith..."
Lu Xian raised his lips and waved his hands and said, "That's all. If you kidnap people in Chaisang, I'm afraid it will arouse suspicion. Well, as long as we have this picture, we can go to other places to make it."
"The master is wise, the master is wise!"
"Ha ha......"
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A few days later, Chaisang, Sun Quan's house.
Ma Xiaoquan sat next to Sun Quan, listening to one of Sun Quan's subordinates reporting the situation. After learning that a sketch had been lost inexplicably, Ma Xiaoquan was secretly happy, but on the surface he looked indifferent.
"Master Shangxian, this... you see, this picture originally only had..." Just when Sun Quan was about to say that there were only three copies of the picture, and it would be troublesome if one copy was lost, Ma Xiaoquan suddenly
Exit interrupted Sun Quan and said: "Oh, picture, didn't I give you a dozen copies? By the way, there are more than a dozen copies. Why did I forget it?"
As Ma Xiaoquan spoke, he picked up the tea cup and took a sip as if nothing had happened. It seemed that he was not worried about the loss of the drawings.
Ma Xiaoquan said this, but Sun Quan was confused. In the end, only three copies of the blueprint were decided to be sent out. If one copy is lost, one will be lost. Why did Lord Shangxian say there were more than a dozen copies?
Sun Quan was about to explain, but Ma Xiaoquan waved his hand and winked at Sun Quan secretly.
Sun Quan was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood what Ma Xiaoquan meant, and he also pretended to say: "Oh, it seems to be twelve or thirteen copies. Anyway, Master Shangxian gave it to me. I didn't even read it, so I just ordered it.
.Lord Immortal, what do you think we should do if we lose one of our copies?"
Ma Xiaoquan said: "Just throw it away. It's not a good thing. You won't understand it even if I show it to you."
Sun Quan made a sound, and approached Ma Xiaoquan. On the pretext of having tea with Ma Xiaoquan, he quietly asked Ma Xiaoquan: "Master Shangxian, aren't we only giving out three copies of the picture? Why do you..."
Ma Xiaoquan smiled slightly, dipped his hands in tea and wrote two words on the table: There is a thief.
After Sun Quan saw these two words, his expression froze slightly, and then he naturally wiped it with his hand and wiped away the water stains.
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Sun Quan was very calm and sat back down as if nothing had happened. He picked up a cup of tea and tasted it carefully. At this moment, Ma Xiaoquan suddenly jumped up and rushed towards a servant not far from them.
This servant was startled and jumped back. But with this big jump, the servant completely exposed his identity.
There was a "Qiang" sound, and the man pulled out a short knife from nowhere and slashed it out hard.
Ma Xiaoquan hummed, formed a short awl with his right hand, and pushed it towards the short knife.
Ma Xiaoquan's short cone was not made from his Lanming Holy Fire. As early as when he got up today, Ma Xiaoquan specifically asked Wu General Zhou Tai for one.
Zhou Tai was loyal to Sun Quan, and Ma Xiaoquan helped his lord Sun Quan during the Chibi-Ulin battle. As the saying goes, Zhou Tai generously gave Ma Xiaoquan the short cone he carried with him.
There was a "ding" sound, and the short awl and the short knife collided instantly. Ma Xiaoquan turned around and kicked hard, right on the chest of the man.
"Wow" This time, the man's chest was attacked, his throat felt sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
However, despite this, the person took advantage of the situation and stepped back, then turned around and tried to run away.
"Want to run?" Ma Xiaoquan shouted loudly, and quickly threw out a blue-red flame ribbon, which made a "pop" sound and rushed towards the servant.
"Fire?" This person seemed to know Ma Xiaoquan's ability to control fire. He gritted his teeth, did a backflip, and narrowly avoided the attack of the flame belt.
The corner of Ma Xiaoquan's mouth curled up slightly. The target of his flame belt was not that servant, but the limited escape area around him.
There was a "boom", and the blue-red flames hit the ground and splashed out in all directions.
"What?" The fake servant of the Sun family was startled and stopped immediately.
"Papa" Ma Xiaoquan clapped his hands and slowly walked towards the servant.
The fake servant of the Sun family wanted to run away, but at this time, except behind him, blue-red flames were ignited in several directions including the front, left and right.
"You can't run away. Of course, you can also choose to touch my flame. It will be a very comfortable death..." Ma Xiaoquan raised his eyebrows and walked to the fake Sun family servant and stopped.
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This fake Sun family servant is none other than one of Lu Xian's subordinates.
"How do you know me?"
Ma Xiaoquan shrugged his shoulders: "Want to know? It's simple, because your eyes betray yourself."
"My eyes?"
Ma Xiaoquan nodded: "Yes, don't you know? When a person is guilty, his eyes will give him away?"
"Haha... okay..." the man shook his head, "What do you want, let me die?"
"Oh no, no, no, I'll give you a chance to live, but you have to tell me where Mr. Lu is now?"
"Hmph, do you want to extract the master's whereabouts from me? It's a daydream!"
Ma Xiaoquan waved his hand and said: "I know you won't say it so easily. Don't worry, I have many ways to torture you!"
"Torture me? Humph, didn't you tell me about this flame? I will die if I touch it a few times. I can die now, and you will get nothing."
Ma Xiaoquan curled his lips: "If you wanted to die, you would have touched it already. Why use this to threaten me in return?"