Crossing town house man and wife

Wu Ming didn't just leave without saying.

The next day, Wu Ming went to Ruan Cheng's dowry courtyard first, to get some life-saving things for Yan Heng.

But when he got to the place where things were hidden, Wu Ming found that the magic circle hadn't changed, but there were a few things missing inside.

Wu Ming was startled at first, then depressed.

Thinking about it with my toes, I know that there is only one person who can not destroy the magic circle and take away all the things-the most important thing is that there is only one person who knows that there is something hidden here.

Business ghost.

Taking without telling is a thief!

Let me know after you take it away!

Wu Ming was depressed for a long time, and in the end he could only grind his teeth and settle down.

Fortunately, Shang Gui didn't take away many things, and he didn't take any of the weapons, so Wu Ming wouldn't have to prepare again.

Sulked for a while, Wu Ming gave up the idea of ​​finding a merchant to settle accounts, picked out a few things that Yan Heng could use, and repacked the rest, taking them all away when he was about to leave.

Back at the Sheriff's Mansion, Wu Ming didn't care whether Yan Heng was busy or not, he directly dragged him from the front yard to the back yard, and then used magic to take him to the deep mountain, then took out two handmade firecrackers and stuffed them into Yan Heng's hands .

"Put it away and use it for self-defense."

"What?" Yan Heng was confused, fiddled with it twice, and unconsciously pointed the gun at himself.

"Be careful!" Wu Ming was taken aback, and quickly straightened his hand, turning the muzzle of the gun back.

After such a toss, Yan Heng found that the firecracker in his hand looked familiar, and then remembered that Wu Ming had once drawn him a weapon used to kill people in his world.

"This is... a gun?" Yan Heng asked tentatively.

"The oldest kind." Wu Ming nodded, "Find something to use as a target, and I'll teach you how to use it."

What Wu Ming gave to Yan Heng was a breech-loaded flintlock gun, which was all handmade, but the bullets used were copper-clad lead and gunpowder. It was also all handmade, and it definitely belonged to the level of black technology in this era. .However, no matter how meticulously handmade things are, there will inevitably be precision problems. Wu Ming can only guarantee that this black-tech pistol, which is only a firearm in essence, will not explode immediately when it is shot for the first time. chamber.

Even so, Wu Ming asked Yan Heng to wear leather gloves during the gun test just in case.

Every time a shot is completed, Wu Ming will force Yan Heng to rest for a while, and continue to reload after the gun body cools down.

After the first bullet was fired, Yan Heng's eyes suddenly lit up.

After two shots, Yan Heng could not help turning his head when he saw the pierced tree at the end of his field of vision, looking at Wu Ming expectantly.

But before he could speak, Wu Ming shook his head like a rattle.

"Don't dream, I can only use this thing for you, it is absolutely impossible to equip the army!" Seeing Yan Heng's expression, Wu Ming knew what he was thinking, "Those craftsmen under your hand will make firecrackers even if they can make firecrackers!" The bullets used in the musket will not come out!"

"Is this... brought by you from later generations?" Yan Heng couldn't help asking.

"How is that possible." Wu Ming shook his head again, "My world has long since stopped using such old-fashioned things, and I made them up specifically to deal with those Taoist priests."

"This weapon is also a threat to people who know magic?" Yan Heng was very surprised.

"No matter how good your martial arts are, you will be afraid of kitchen knives; no matter how good your kung fu is, you will be knocked down with one shot." Wu Ming sighed, "In later generations, knowing magic is useless, because no matter how powerful a monk is, he can't stop a single bullet from a sniper. , let alone the repeated bombardment of artillery fire."

Yan Heng was stunned for a moment, then questioned: "You gave me this thing, what should you do?"

"Of course I still have!" Wu Ming rolled his eyes, "Don't think of me so self-sacrificing, okay? Your wife, I'm a villain, not a saint!"

After speaking, Wu Ming informed Yan Heng of the shortcomings of this black-tech firecracker, asking him to pay more attention when using it.

The biggest problem with this kind of firecracker is that it cannot be fired continuously. It can only be loaded with one bullet at a time. If it is fired three or five times in a row, the trigger will be hot enough to burn your fingers.

Because of this, Wu Ming’s advice to Yan Heng is not to use it at non-critical moments, and not to use it when you are not fighting monks. When you use it, you must kill it with one shot. If you can’t turn the tide of the battle after two shots, then run for your life. .

"Also, if the other party is interested in your gun, and you can no longer shoot, you can throw the gun out to attract the other party's attention. Don't be reluctant." Wu Ming reminded, "The key to this weapon is the gun. It's the bullets, without bullets, this thing is not as good as a fire stick."

After finishing speaking, Wu Ming gave Yan Heng another ten bullets, and then continued: "Fire empty guns when you have nothing to do, just practice the feel, don't waste real bullets. This thing is not easy to make, and it takes a little One."

Yan Heng immediately revealed a look of obvious disappointment.

Wu Ming immediately said: "If you really like this thing, then come with me and go to my original world. There are many types of guns over there, and the quality is not comparable to handmade imitations like mine, and the bullets are even more random. Use it, play as much as you want, and play until you get bored."

Yan Heng laughed, "Madam, are you trying to trick me into leaving with you?"

"Yes!" Wu Ming admitted frankly, "Are you hooked?"

Yan Heng smiled, reached out and stroked Wu Ming's cheek, "Give me a little more time."

Wu Ming sighed, "Do you think this is something I just say?"

"Ma'am." Yan Heng also sighed, "For you, this is just an unreal small world, but for me, this is... my home."

Wu Ming lowered his eyelids.

Comparing his heart to his heart, it's not that he doesn't understand Yan Heng's mood.But if this place is really just a small world formed by mustard seeds, as the merchant ghost guessed, then even if they can save this place from the crisis of collapse this time, similar scenarios will inevitably happen again in the future.

After all, the man-made world is unstable, like a mirage, a floating boat on water.

"Ma'am." Seeing that Wu Ming stopped talking, Yan Heng lowered his head and pressed against his forehead, "Give me a little more time, let me do some more things, so that I can have nothing to worry about."

"Forget it." Wu Ming still didn't raise his head, "Anyway, I'm not even talking about whether I can get away now, and it happens that I'm doing my own thing, and I'm busy with my own business."

"I still hope you can stay by my side." Yan Heng murmured.

"I will look for you, it's not that I won't come back after leaving." Wu Ming put his arms around Yan Heng's neck and raised his head, "I will definitely go to Xianyang before you, and when you arrive, I will go there Looking for you—of course, it will definitely not be aboveboard."

"Will definitely come?" Yan Heng asked, "You promise?"

"Uh..." Wu Ming blinked and changed his words, "There's really no way to guarantee this."

Yan Heng couldn't help but stare, and Wu Ming hurriedly comforted him, "Okay, okay, I just told the truth, so why be angry. Let's put it this way, if I didn't go to you, then I can only go No, it’s definitely not that I don’t want to go.”

"Don't say such unlucky words." Yan Heng immediately covered Wu Ming's mouth.

Wu Ming rolled his eyes helplessly, "It's okay if I don't say anything about the head office?"

"Ma'am..." Yan Heng moved his finger away and put his lips on it.

Wu Ming closed his eyes, accepting his lips and tongue like accepting Yan Heng's body.

The moment the lips parted, Wu Ming suddenly realized that since he studied biology, he couldn't accept the behavior of kissing. Did not feel the slightest discomfort.

How did it get to this extent?

Wu Ming lost his mind for a moment.

Yan Heng wondered: "Ma'am, what's the matter?"

He just kissed Wu Ming, so it wouldn't make him feel so good, right?

Hearing Yan Heng's question, Wu Ming came back to his senses, but then he licked his lips and said, "Do you want to fight in the wild?"

"What?" Yan Heng was confused.

Wu Ming didn't say any more, and directly tore off Yan Heng's clothes, expressing his intentions with actions.

A sudden fierce battle in the field delayed a lot of time, but after the flames of the war dissipated and his sanity returned, Wu Ming still didn't take Yan Heng back to the mansion immediately, and went to a farther no-man's land, took out the homemade grenade and taught him use.

The explosion effect of the grenade is far more shocking than that of a gunshot, but also limited by the scarcity of the number, Wu Ming only let Yan Heng try two and then forbade him to play any more.

In the end, Wu Ming left Yan Heng with two black-tech firecrackers, ten bullets, five homemade grenades, and a box of "commonly used" potions from a merchant ghost.

Yan Heng, who received these things, was in a complicated mood, and for a moment he forgot the sadness of the imminent parting.

"Speaking of which, you haven't given me anything new for a while." After putting all the things back into Wu Ming's special suitcase, Yan Heng stood up and sighed with emotion.

"What do you mean?" Wu Ming didn't understand what Yan Heng was feeling.

"Since you made glass and porcelain, you haven't started to make new things." Yan Heng explained, "After the earthquake, you didn't give me any advice. You kept watching with cold eyes. I thought...you didn't want to help me anymore. gone."

"You think too much." Wu Ming twitched the corners of his mouth, "Actually, I never thought of helping you."

"you……"

"I told you, don't think too much of me." Wu Ming said helplessly, "The reason why I taught your staff how to make paper, extract oil, and dry salt... is mainly because I need these things very much. I was used to it, but suddenly it was useless, so I wanted to get them all out, for the convenience of others and myself. In addition, I lived in your mansion at that time, ate your food, and used your food , it’s not good to take advantage of you for nothing, I have to give you something in return..."

"Ma'am." Yan Heng sighed and interrupted, "You don't need to be so honest."

"Sorry, I just have this temper and I can't change it." Wu Ming shrugged.

Yan Heng touched the suitcase, looked at Wu Ming with complicated emotions, and finally couldn't help being honest, "You didn't hide it from me when you were pressing oil to make paper, but I don't know when you Made these...weapons."

"Uh..." Wu Ming blinked, not knowing how to explain for a moment.

"Why did you hide it from me?" Yan Heng stared at Wu Ming intently,

Wu Ming thought for a while and said, "You have to believe that these things are not used against you."

"I believe." Yan Heng nodded.

"These things are just to deal with those nosy Taoist priests, but they have never been used." Wu Ming continued, "As for why I didn't tell you... On the one hand, it is for the sake of keeping secrets. After all, the reason why the killer can become the killer is Because it is hidden and unknown. On the other hand, these things are not the same as glass, ceramics, and soap, which make everyone's life better and better, while the former . . . make it worse."

Yan Heng was slightly taken aback.

Wu Ming lowered his head, and changed his voice, "That's the way it is. Whether you don't believe it or don't understand it, I won't continue to explain it."

"Ma'am..." Yan Heng put down the box and hugged Wu Ming into his arms, "It's not that I don't believe you, I just... don't want you not to believe me."

Wu Ming didn't answer, leaned against Yan Heng's arms, and sighed faintly.

This is the saddest thing about human beings.

No matter how close two people are, how much they desire to know and stay with each other, two people can't become one person, and two hearts can't merge into one heart.