An Yiran looked at the copper plate on the ground and shook his head, "I just stayed in the human world for a few days and learned a little bit. I don't understand what it means."
She put away the coins and put them back in her personal purse, which contained some rare items.
"Hahaha, actually I learned this sentence." It was originally a joke, but the atmosphere between the two seemed to be more anxious.
"I have long told the princess to do everything seriously." He Min walked around the table and sat down, taking out a handful of long tube-like things from his clothes.
He Min wiped it with a handkerchief. Even though the thing was placed close to her body, it didn't get a trace of dust.
Sure enough, this novel object attracted An Yiran's attention, and she immediately went to watch it as she was coquettishly watching.
He Min opened a wall on the side, and a hole immediately appeared in the wall.
"What is this! It's so powerful!" An Yiran couldn't wait to take it from He Min and study it carefully, but suddenly remembered the hexagram just now and didn't dare to get closer.
"I can teach you, but you have to go to an open place. It's still too dangerous in the dormitory."
She obviously forgot about the scene just now, and clasped He Min's hand with her backhand, "Then let's go!"
He Min let the girl pull her and ran outside. His eyes became much softer when they placed their clasped hands, no longer the old-fashioned look that said "keep strangers away".
"Okay, let's go here!" Whether intentionally or unintentionally, An Yiran took He Min to An Miaoyu's backyard. Because the second prince-in-law likes to plant some flowers and plants, their yard is particularly large.
Maybe she really forgot about it, or maybe it was because An Miaoyu's death didn't cause her much trouble.
An Yiran didn't care, and He Min, the person involved, certainly wouldn't take the initiative to remind him.
"Orthodox scholars seem to like to call it a gun, a lethal weapon developed by humans. It is filled with gunpowder developed by humans and is extremely powerful."
"But I gave it a new name, God Killer."
An Yiran couldn't help but laugh. She didn't expect that He Min also had such a cute side, as if he was named by a young man with a tiger-like head and a passionate head.
"But no matter how powerful human weapons are, they will never be able to harm the gods at all."
He Min nodded, as if he agreed with her statement but gave a different opinion.
"So I'm studying the structure of this thing. If I add some spiritual power to it to keep it running, maybe I can achieve the desired effect."
He Min handed the gun to her, "Here, don't you want to give it a try?"
An Yiran couldn't wait to take it and loaded it like He Min did just now.
Behind, He Min was pressed tightly against An Yiran's back. She seemed to feel the man's touch and intentionally pulled away a little, but was pulled back by He Min and imprisoned in his arms. With.
"With your hand a little higher, you can close one eye while looking at the crosshair in front of you."
He Min blocked An Yiran's right eye because when she was a child, she always liked to read storybooks under the candlestick with one eye open, so now her right eye could only see things in a blur.
But her left eye has excellent vision.
"Lift up a little." He Fan saw that An Yiran didn't move, so he said it again.
He probably just wanted to teach her how to use it, right? Maybe I'm overthinking it.
She raised her arm, but couldn't concentrate, so she decisively pulled the trigger and fired a random shot.
boom--
She leaned back and fell directly into He Ruan's arms.
Would he believe her when she said she didn't mean it? She smiled.
She saw that he didn't react at all when he held it, and his arm didn't even vibrate as it should. She didn't expect that this thing called a gun could be so powerful.
"I didn't mean it! I know you have a sweetheart, so I won't...!"
Before An Yiran finished speaking, He Min interrupted her, "I know."
An Yiran didn't breathe a sigh of relief - I know, what does that mean?
She actually still liked him a little bit, but since she knew he had a sweetheart, she hid her little thoughts.
But you can’t refuse the benefits delivered to your door, right? So, Madam, I’m sorry!
There was only one handsome guy in the Deep Sea Tribe, and she didn't want to wait tens of thousands of years to choose a husband among those brats.
So she said she didn't mean it, but she still leaned into He Ling's arms.
"My arm hurts and I can't get up." She whispered coquettishly, even though it was her hand that was injured, not her leg, and even though her hand was not injured.
However, He Min still accepted the move, "I'll give it to you, study it carefully in the future and don't shoot randomly." As soon as He Min finished speaking, he saw that the person in his arms wanted to fire another shot, "Hold it, don't fire." "
So she put away the gun, covered her arm, and made the kind of hissing sound involving the wound from time to time.
This little guy really looks the part.
He Min couldn't help but feel a little better. It seemed that she really didn't care about An Miaoyu's death.
That's right, how could she be moved by the death of her sister who had always been competitive and hypocritical?
His Xiao Xiao is not someone who is easily impressed - although the Sea Clan does not have a rule saying that fish cannot be eaten, the Mermaid Clan still avoids it intentionally or unintentionally. Basically, no one in the entire tribe eats fish, and they even have a physical and psychological rejection, probably because they are all fish.
But An Yiran is different. If the food is delicious, she will take a few bites to taste it. She said, "Natural selection means survival of the fittest. It has not been purified and has not yet opened up spiritual wisdom. Why can't you eat it?" So in front of everyone, The food in front of me was so delicious that it suddenly made the other princes at the table cry.
He carried her back to the bedroom, his hands already sore, "I'll get you some medicine."
In order not to be exposed, An Yiran did not refuse.
After He Min got it back, An Yiran looked at the medicine in his hand.
"Why are you drinking it? Shouldn't some herbal medicine be applied to trauma?"
"I heard that your voice has been a bit hoarse recently, so I added some conditioning medicine."
He Min put the rich-colored medicine in front of her, and she could smell the smell of the medicine as she smelled the hot air rising up.
"I don't want to drink, I want to apply it!"
"Drink this and you'll be fine right away, otherwise you'll be injured for a hundred days." He Min was also determined.
The two were at a stalemate, and An Yiran was ready to "die heroically" in order to fulfill her lie.
"Do you have to drink it?"
"Yeah. If you don't want your voice to turn into a gruff voice."
As expected, you can't lie. It takes many lies to tell a lie.
"Okay..." She raised it up to drink it all, then put it down again.
This medicine smells really bitter.
"I've prepared candied fruit for you. After you drink it, you can eat a piece and it won't be bitter."
