Female Supreme: Population is in crisis, I have a fruit-bearing tree

"Thank you."

After asking Xiaoying to put the things away, Ling Feng asked Bai Xiaojiu to take his pulse again.

"It's not a big deal anymore. Remember not to fight with others again."

After withdrawing his hand, Bai Xiaojiu took out a white porcelain bottle from the box.

"There are still some things to deal with in the cabinet. I just took some time to come to you. I have to leave for home tonight."

"Just in case, I made two more pills of pregnancy-stabilizing medicine. You can use them at your discretion. Although the dosage I gave you was the best, taking two more pills is still acceptable."

Bai Xiaojiu hurriedly said a few words and without needing anyone to escort him, he just climbed out the window.

……

After understanding the reason, Su Qinghe went to the martial arts gym to hire some people the next day. Except for Qin Ange, there were several thugs guarding the gates of the other three men's courtyards.

Although those people had been heading straight for her, she had a falling out with that man that night and he ran away, so there was no guarantee that he would attack her man.

She was on guard for a few days, but everything was calm. Not only did no men come, but no one even came to kill her.

"Forget it. Once my stuff is ready, I won't be afraid of more people coming. The mansion should strengthen its defenses."

Su Qinghe angrily thrust the dagger in his hand into the table, instantly causing several long cracks to appear on the table.

She wanted to live an ordinary life, but troubles always came to her!

"Nanfeng, prepare the car."

After shouting towards the door, Su Qinghe pulled out the knife, put it back at his waist, and walked out the door in a few steps.

Today is the day she was supposed to pick up the goods, and she needs them urgently.

Su Qinghe took a carriage all the way to the downtown area and visited every blacksmith shop personally. When he came back, he was holding a large bag in his hands.

"Go home."

After giving an order, Su Qinghe entered the car and opened the bag, which was filled with small wooden boxes.

Su Qinghe poured out everything inside and put them all together.

The grip, barrel, recoil spring, slide, cartridge case, bullet... etc. were displayed one by one in front of Su Qinghe.

Looking at the small parts that looked like real life, Su Qinghe couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity.

This is a good thing!

Desert Eagle...

Desert Eagle, a semi-automatic pistol, is very powerful and has the reputation of "King of Pistols". Its fame is well-known to everyone who knows how to use a gun.

Su Qinghe had had a lot of contact with it in his previous life, and the structure and production method of the Desert Eagle were deeply imprinted in his mind, to the point where he could recite it by heart.

Although only a crude version was made due to material limitations, it is sufficient in this place where there are no hot weapons at all.

The Desert Eagle does not have many parts, but the precision requirements are very strict, so Su Qinghe asked Qin Anmin to help get some of the fine iron and brass.

Several copies of each part were made in order to pick out the best one.

After a careful inspection and picking out a bunch of unqualified parts, Su Qinghe quickly began assembly.

Her hands kept waving as parts were put together one by one. The clanging sounds and the crisp sounds of metal interlocking sounded like a symphony in her ears.

Su Qinghe's technique was very experienced and the whole process was fast without any pause.

In less than an incense stick of time, a silver Desert Eagle appeared in Su Qinghe's hand.

Looking at the Desert Eagle in his hand, Su Qinghe's eyes were gentle, as if he had seen an old friend whom he hadn't seen for many years.

He reached out and stroked it nostalgically for a while, then began to load the last magazine.

The Desert Eagle made by Su Qinghe has a magazine capacity of eight rounds. For convenience, she made two magazines in total, which means sixteen bullets.

After looking at the neatly stacked bullet shells in a big box, Su Qinghe took one out individually.

Now everything is ready, except for the gunpowder. She has to make it quickly, otherwise she will just have to watch the pile of bullet shells.

"Xu..."

Just as Su Qinghe was thinking, the carriage suddenly braked, followed by the sound of swords clashing.

"Master, be careful!"

There was a loud roar from Nanfeng, and the curtain of the car was pulled open by someone, and a figure rushed in.

"help me!"

"It's really haunting!"

Looking at the man rushing in, Su Qinghe's brows were twisted into a straight line, and she kicked him without hesitation.

"Since you want to die so much, I will grant your wish."

Seeing the kick approaching him, Ling Feng quickly dodged to the side.

"Listen everyone in there, we only want that man. If you don't want to die, hand him over! We in the Seven Killing Pavilion are not someone you can mess with!"

There was a burst of banging outside, and it seemed that a lot of people came in, but they were all stopped outside by the south wind.

Su Qinghe ignored him, looked at the man coldly, and touched the dagger at his waist.

"If I die, your husbands will die too!"

Looking at her actions, Ling Feng finally said something harsh, staring at her intently with cold sweat on his forehead.

Su Qinghe's eyes darkened, and the murderous intent in his eyes had solidified into reality.

Seeing her reaction like that, Ling Feng felt relieved. Those men were indeed her weak spot.

He steadied his breathing, slowly sat down, and looked at her expressionlessly.

"If you don't save me, they will be poisoned and die in a few days."

"Ah……"

Su Qinghe suddenly chuckled, and pulled out the dagger from her waist. Her five fingers flew, and the dagger danced in her palm.

She lowered her head and didn't look at him.

"If I kill you and hand you over to your Qiu Shan, I can still get the antidote."

Ling Feng was silent for a while, then spoke calmly:

"My mother is still alive. It will take some time for Qiu Shan to dominate the pavilion. I have told her all my plans. If I die today, they will still be in danger."

After saying that, Su Qinghe suddenly looked up and smiled at him.

"How about I just take care of your mother as well?"

"Just follow the group of people outside and you will find the headquarters of your Seven Killings Pavilion."

Su Qinghe smiled and nodded at the group of people who were fighting fiercely outside the car.

Ling Feng clenched his fists and looked at her coldly.

"My people have been in Tianhe County these days, if you want to see which side can act faster."

Su Qinghe gnashed his back teeth and bit the soft flesh of the inner wall of his mouth.

"You win!"

She sighed softly, and seemed to have suddenly become a different person.

"Just sit still and don't run around. I won't be in charge of you once you get out of the carriage."

Patting his shoulder, Su Qinghe rushed directly into the crowd.

Ling Feng became a little stiff the moment she stretched out her hand, but after thinking it over, he did not dodge and let her touch him.

There were bursts of muffled groans coming from outside the car. Ling Feng opened the curtain and saw Su Qinghe was killing fiercely.

After watching for a while, he lowered the curtain, feeling mixed emotions.

He also knew that what he did was despicable, but... he had no choice!