Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

With a bang, the shot grazed the back of the consul's eunuch's hand, taking away a little bit of the oily skin and leaving bloody threads.

"Thunder God, spare your life! I will never dare to do this again! I repent. I will burn three sticks of incense in the morning and evening, and I will never miss out on flowers and fruits!"

The consul and the eunuch, who were so hard-hearted, were so frightened that they knelt down and kowtowed like garlic!

The rest of the palace people fell to their knees again, howling like ghosts, grabbing the paper and pen on the ground, and started writing. When the ink dried, they didn't have time to dip it in, so they put it in their mouths and licked it twice and continued writing, not caring about splitting the strokes.

"After writing, press your fingerprints and ask for a statue of the God of Thunder to be offered to you."

After Su Haitang finished watching a good show, he threw down his pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and turned around and left.

Just as she turned the corner, she was pulled into the shadow of a tree.

"My beloved, you are not surprised at all."

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

Of course nothing was found.

He Liancheng didn't believe it and raised his hands, as if he wanted to strip her naked.

"Your Majesty, this is outside."

The corner of Su Haitang's mouth twitched twice, thinking about giving him a shot in the thick part.

Her shooting skills are very accurate and she will definitely not kill you.

He Liancheng understood her malicious look, let go of her hand, and slowly raised the corners of her mouth, with a cold look in her eyes.

"No more pretending?"

Su Haitang sighed and pulled Hunjun, who was showing off his aura, into the nearest side hall.

After closing the palace door and locking it, she took Hun Jun's hand, took out a pistol from the space and put it into his hand.

Feeling the heavy cold touch, He Liancheng tightened his grip without any knowledge, opened the safety with two clicks, loaded the bullet, and aimed at Su Haitang.

"Who are you? Where is He Mingzhu?"

Facing the dark muzzle of the gun, Su Haitang was not surprised but overjoyed.

"Did you remember anything? Just use it, okay?"

The light in Heliancheng's eyes flickered, and the hand holding the gun was straight and firm, not trembling at all.

This sense of familiarity that seems to be fused into flesh and blood...

A cold light flashed in Heliancheng's eyes, and he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Su Haitang rolled his eyes and shook the white dust on the lower edge of his sleeves.

Of course the ammunition she gave them were blanks. They were used during exercises and had no lethality.

She was so stupid that she really played with the gun for Hun Jun, just to stimulate Cheng Yuanzheng's memory and help him wake up as soon as possible.

As expected, Cheng Yuanzheng silently influenced Hunjun. Not to mention the smooth way to play the gun, the aiming position alone speaks volumes.

Of course Cheng Yuanzheng was reluctant to let her get even the slightest injury.

He Liancheng stared at the dazzling white gray traces for a while, then flicked his sleeves and walked away with the pistol.

Su Haitang didn't stop him either.

She had given this gun to him on purpose.

Xiaoyu is a tough-talking guy with a soft heart. When she asked him for help before, he muttered some unreliable honey trap, then turned around and threw the gun out.

This guy is still so arrogant.

Su Haitang curled up her lips, lifted up her skirt, and chased Hun Jun's back as he strode away, shouting: "Don't forget to reward me, Your Majesty! I want to personally pick out two things that suit your needs!"

The emperor strode away, probably wanting to summon the ministers to study how to disassemble and imitate the magic weapon and use it in war.

Creatures like the emperor have a natural love for territorial expansion, even the faint king is no exception.

Expanding the territory means more taxes, more tributes, treasures and beauties, who wouldn’t love it!

I just want to imitate thermal weapons in such a backward Zhou Dynasty. This is not an ordinary difficulty. It is a real shotgun to replace a cannon.

I don’t know how those time-travelers overcome the technical difficulties.

Even if you know the various ratios, how to solve the problem of chamber explosion? Is it a weapon to kill the enemy or a suicide bomb?

She actually missed Su Yiyi very much.