Chapter 188 The adopted son you picked up will destroy your whole family (23)
I learned about guns because of a survival game called "Peace Elite". I was addicted to it for a while and became interested in guns. I read a lot of information about firearms.
It is impossible to reproduce the original pistol in ancient times with backward conditions, but it is still possible to make a concealed weapon gun out of wood and iron.
Xiang Yunzheng had all the tools and materials in his house, which saved him the trouble of looking for materials. The two of them tinkered all afternoon and finally made the pistol.
The boy pursed his lips thinly and his eyes were colorless, but Nan Xian knew that he liked him quite a bit.
"I will also make a lot of little things you haven't seen before, do you want them?"
Xiang Yunzheng loaded the pistol. He was surprised by the speed and explosive power of the stones. He turned his head suspiciously and looked over with interest, "What is it?"
"Conditionally!"
"Ha", a sound of disdain escaped from Xiang Yunzheng's throat, and the corner of his mouth curled up coldly: "You regret it now? Please ask me to save your life?"
Nan Xian shook his head: "Don't kill anyone again."
Xiang Yunzheng narrowed his eyes, slowly turned the pistol, and aimed it at Nan Xian's forehead, his eyes dark and sinister: "Who do you think you are? Do you need to be in my business?"
Nan Xian stretched out his hand to hold the head of the gun, his almond-shaped eyes were cold: "I have no intention of meddling in the eldest young master's affairs, it's up to you whether you want to or not, but while I am taking the eldest young master's pulse, there must be light in the room.
I don’t like dark and closed places, it makes me feel very depressed.”
Xiang Yunzheng stared at her silently.
Nan Xian let go of his hand, turned around and left.
After some time away from Broken Yuxuan, Nan Xian rolled her eyes. Was she mentally retarded just now? Did she want Xiang Yunzheng to give up killing people?
I secretly took a few sips and went to the kitchen to pick up a food box.
Passing by the crabapple tree, I picked a few more crabapples, and then returned to the pharmacy.
Except for the news of Shi Yiniang's death, which she accidentally heard from a few women early in the morning, there was no splash in the Xiang Mansion, just like it was not a person who died, but a cat and a dog.
Although it is a plot NPC, a living person whom I just met yesterday suddenly died. It would be a lie to say that there is no fluctuation in my heart at all.
Before returning to the main hall, Nan Xian knocked on Gu Cheng's door.
The lights in the room were turned off and no one came to open the door.
Nan Xian felt a little disappointed. He went back to his house and put a branch of crabapple in a vase. He put it together with the food box in front of Gucheng's door. He turned around and left without saying anything.
In the middle of the night, there was another strong wind and rain.
The raindrops rattled the leaves, and the sound of wind and rain mingled with his ears. Nan Xian, who was already worried, couldn't sleep anymore. He rolled around on the couch several times and decided to get up and take a look.
Opening the door, the cold wind howled in.
The blue paper umbrella was blown left and right in the wind and rain. Fortunately, it was not far from Gu Cheng's residence, so Nan Xian ran over.
The food boxes and crabapple flowers at the door were not taken into the house.
Nan Xian frowned, picked up the food box and wiped it with his sleeve, put the begonia flowers into the vase, and knocked on the door tentatively, but there was no sound from inside.
Knocked a few more times.
Nan Xian took a few steps back, raised his foot and kicked the door open.
A cold and lonely wind rushed in. There were no lights in the house, and it was so quiet that I couldn't see my fingers in the middle of the night.
Nan Xian groped over little by little, shouting prayers for good luck, and was about to light the candle. Suddenly, a series of suppressed gasps sounded in the dark room, like a beast that had been torn apart with huge wounds, instinctively overflowing from the throat.
A groan of pain.
Nan Xian's heart trembled, and his eyes suddenly turned to the direction where the voice came from: "Qinian? Are you there?"
She responded with a painful and confused gasp.
Nan Xian quickly ran over, and with the faint light, he saw the person crawling and huddled beside the couch.