Douluo, I am Doraemon, Qian Renxue loves me in the sky

(Beautiful picture of urban beauty Qian Renxue at the end of the chapter)

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Lou Gao's irritated voice disappeared immediately.

There was a sound of something heavy falling to the ground.

Then there was a series of machine sounds, and the large subway door slowly slid open.

Everyone also saw clearly the situation inside the casting room. Although the whole room was very bright, there was no window. Instead, there were three or two soul-guiding lamps hanging from the ceiling.

The person who opened the door was a short and fat old man. His height was about 1.6 meters, and his waist was about 1.6 meters.

She has bold ears, small eyes, and short, messy hair that looks like it hasn't been washed in an unknown number of days.

Su Mu recognized this old potato man as Lou Gao.

But Qian Renxue was murmuring in her heart.

As the saying goes, people should not be judged by their appearance.

But Qian Renxue still feels a little bit magical if it is said that this short and fat old man is the current president of the Blacksmiths Association.

Just looking at his appearance, he looks like an old man scavenging from a garbage station, but he is the strongest craftsman in the mainland.

"Titan, are you still alive, old guy?"

"Lou Gao, you damn fat guy is several years older than me. You are still alive and well. How could I die?"

Titan laughed.

Lou Gao looked at the people who entered the room.

He didn't recognize the two young men and the three beautiful girls.

When he cast his eyes on Ning Fengzhi, he let out a sudden realization.

Immediately, he looked at Tai Tan with strange eyes and said, "Isn't your master Tang Hao? How come he became the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect?"

As he spoke, he ran to Ning Fengzhi and said with a flattering look, "What big orders does Sect Master Ning have that I need to do?"

Ning Fengzhi smiled and pointed at Su Mu among the women: "It's not our order, it's Mr. Su's."

"What are you looking at, you damn fat guy? This is my master's master." Tai Tan also said a little unhappy.

Lou Gao knew he was guilty and didn't think much about Tai Tan's convoluted words, so he ran over.

In the end, he stood in front of Qian Renxue.

"It turns out that he is the eldest prince of the Tiandou Empire. Is there anything else that the eldest prince needs from me?"

Hearing that Lou Gao had admitted the wrong person again, Qian Renxue couldn't help laughing: "He is the one looking for you."

Su Mu, who was pointed at by Qian Renxue, had black lines all over his head.

Isn't this old man presbyopic?

"This - this one next to me, Mr. Su Musu, he is the one!"

Tai Tai felt tired. As he spoke, he put his hand on Lou Gao's head and turned it to the side randomly, allowing him to see Su Mu's presence clearly.

"Hey, hey, people are getting old and their eyes are missing."

Lou Gao laughed at himself and apologized to Su Mu: "I wonder what this young man wants from me?"

Ignoring the prompt that the redemption at any door was completed, Su Mu took out the AK47 structure diagram he drew last night from his fourth-dimensional pocket.

Lou Gao just caught a glimpse of it and was dumbfounded. He jumped several meters high and took the structural diagram to observe it carefully.

"Oh my God, this structure, these parts..."

"The person who drew this drawing is an absolute genius!

"With this thing, our blacksmiths will be better off, and our status may be able to improve in the future!"

Lou Gao hurriedly grabbed Su Mu's hand and said excitedly:

"Are you the one who drew it!?"

"What is this rotor and the bumpy disk inside? What is its function?

"If you help me answer these questions, I will directly approve you to become a master-level blacksmith. How about it?"

Seeing Lou Gao so surprised, he lost his composure.

Tai Tan laughed loudly on the side and patted Lou Gao on the shoulder: "Mr. Su is the one who drew this drawing, but he may not look down on his status as a master blacksmith.

"Even if you gave him the title of president of the Blacksmiths Association or even the identity of a master craftsman, he would still look down upon you!"

"You guys wait a moment, half an hour, no, no, just ten minutes!"

The regret was fleeting. After Lou Gao regained his composure, he carefully held the drawings of the AK47 and jumped onto the workbench.

The skills in hand are constantly changing.

Su Mu was stunned for a while.

Is this old man going to rub his AK47 on the spot?

"The gun barrel must be made of seamless steel pipe and cast in one piece without any gaps."

Although it was written on the structure diagram, Su Mu still gave a reminder.

The spliced ​​steel pipe cannot withstand the pressure of the gun chamber. Failure to misfire is a trivial matter. If the chamber explodes, it will definitely be a disaster.

Lou Gao worked hard.

Ten minutes passed quickly.

Holding a gun that was nearly half his height, he ran back to Su Mu with a resentful expression:

"This thing of yours is a fire gun. It seems to be much more powerful than ordinary fire guns. It is also quite simple to make - oh yes, it should take an intermediate blacksmith more than ten days to make it.

"But what about the bullet? Why don't you show me the drawings of the bullet?"

Su Mu shrugged: "You can't make bullets. The bullets used in this thing are different from ordinary fire guns. They are smokeless gunpowder, which you don't have here."

Lou Gao couldn't help but sigh, looking at the AK47 in his hand like a fine work of art, he felt extremely pity.

Ning Fengzhi was also a little disappointed.

I thought I could see the power of this weapon right away, but now I still want to wait.

Su Mu dug into his fourth-dimensional pocket and took out the time vending machine.

"Su-style AK47 automatic rifle bullet - 7.62 mm, current world-wide reserve: more than 90 million bullets. Price per drum of 10000 rounds: gold soul coins." The prompt sounded.

The AK47 was originally produced in the Soviet Union, so there is nothing wrong with calling it Soviet style.

Su Mu almost forgot the existence of this thing.

According to the logic of the time vending machine, it seems that everything can be purchased directly from the future.

If he is determined to plant fairy grass on a large scale, he should be able to buy it directly from the future instead of relying on Dugu Yan to pick the Acacia Broken Heart Red to unlock the instant pot pot.

But why is this bullet so expensive?

One bullet costs about five yuan, and 90 rounds are equivalent to one or two thousand gold soul coins, right?

Which profiteer gave the price?

"What the hell? This thing can still talk???" Lou Gao looked shocked.

When Liu Erlong saw this thing, his cheeks couldn't help but blush, as if he remembered the scene of being severely ravaged by Su Mu that night.

Fragrant and sweaty, sour and refreshing.

Qian Renxue thoughtfully handed Su Mu 10,000 gold soul coins.

Buzz buzz—puff!

There was a sound of discouragement.

The outlet spits out the drum magazine of the AK47 automatic rifle.

Ning Fengzhi, Tai Tan and others were stunned for a moment.

As if picking up objects from the void, he inexplicably took out the soul guide from the soul guide, and also took out projectiles from the soul guide that even Lou Gao's master craftsman couldn't make.

What’s even weirder is that you have to pay to take it out!

"So, do you have projectiles now? Can you test the power?" Lou Gao asked eagerly.

He desperately wanted to know the power of this fire gun.

The same goes for Ning Fengzhi: "Uncle Gu, why don't you be a target again?"

Bone Douluo: "..."

Su Mu coughed twice:

"Let's go outside and test. Stay far away. I'm afraid of any accidents."

The foundry room is either big or small. The farthest distance is only about 20 meters.

Several people at the scene had no shooting experience. If the gun went off, his all-disease medicine and various time props would naturally be able to retrace the body.

But the pain of being shot is absolutely fatal.

If you have the ability to pause time, that would be okay.

but.

Bone Douluo obviously misunderstood what Su Mu meant, and thought that Su Mu was worried about hurting himself.

He pointed at the rifle, whose bullets were as black as a poker.

"Can this thing hurt me? I'm a Titled Douluo. Just come, don't be afraid!"

"If you are cowardly, you don't give me face and don't believe me!"