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Guns are absolutely contraband in China, not to mention extremely dangerous sniper rifles like the Barrett.

Before killing Feng Yuxiu, Zhou Ji himself didn't know what world he would travel to, so he made two preparations when purchasing these weapons and ammunition on the black market.

The two sword boxes are one large and one small. The outer large sword box is made of lead plate wrapped with titanium alloy to shield the scanning and detection of modern technology. In this way, even if he travels to a world with the same technology, he can still hide his gun.

time.

After arriving in the world of Qing Yunian, Zhou Ji deliberately confused the audience, so he hid the real sword box in the deserted courtyard where the palace maid was killed, and took the fake sword box with him with him, and placed three grenades in it for use in emergencies.

Self-protection.

Now that the sword box has been dropped, I wonder if the person behind the scenes is still satisfied with the small gift he prepared.

It doesn't matter if you are not satisfied, he still has twelve such gifts.

Zhou Ji took out three more grenades from the lower level of the sword case, two shock bombs and one fragmentation grenade. White phosphorus bombs were too dangerous, so he only bought two. Considering that fragmentation grenades are far less practical in the world of high martial arts and even Xianxia.

It's not as good as shock bombs, so what he prepares the most is shock bombs.

After counting the remaining supplies, Zhou Ji buried the sword box again.

Because the courtyard was dark under the lamp, neither the eldest princess nor Emperor Qing would think of searching. Zhou Ji also believed that with his hiding methods, even if someone came looking, they might not be able to find him.

"Speaking of which, I'm still too conservative." Zhou Ji lamented, "I should have bought some more C4s if I had known earlier. They are portable, easy to carry, and very safe. They are a must-have product for killing people and stealing goods."

After leaving the small courtyard, Zhou Ji thought of going back to take a look, but before he could walk back to the house, he saw three motionless figures in the alleyway from a distance.

Walking closer, the three people were surrounded by fluorescent lights, and the walls and floor were covered with swaying silver needles.

A faint sweet aroma came faintly, Zhou Ji frowned slightly, covered her mouth and nose, glanced at the open sword box in front of the three people, guessed the cause and effect with a thought, shook her head and sighed, turned and left.

I'm afraid this house can no longer be lived in.

Speaking of which, Zhou Ji quite liked this house. It was quiet and elegant, neither empty nor cramped. After simply tidying up some soft goods, Zhou Ji suddenly noticed the pastries on the table. These were brought by Fan Ruoruo and Fan Sizhe in the morning.

Yes, Fan Sizhe tried to steal some food and was beaten by Fan Ruoruo.

Thinking of Fan Ruoruo, Zhou Ji suddenly reacted.

correct!

How is Fan Xian doing?

I vaguely remember an assassination in the original work, and today is a God-sent opportunity.

...

Speaking of which, Fan Xian actually didn't want to go when invited by the Second Prince and Prince Jing.

He didn't want to surrender to either the crown prince or the second prince, but no matter what, he promised the second prince to break off the engagement at the poetry meeting in Prince Jing's Mansion a month ago, but now he suddenly refused to break off the engagement.

Fan Xian couldn't let it go after all.

Walking to Niulan Street, Fan Xian was in a good mood. He sat in front of the carriage and drove with Teng Zijing, "This place looks a bit familiar."

"Niulan Street." Teng Zijing said with a smile, "You hit Guo Baokun's place."

"Hey, don't talk nonsense, you did it too." Fan Xian complained and chatted, "Then this street is quite memorable."

"Speaking of which, you still owe me a cow." Teng Zijing turned to look at Fan Xian. Seeing Zhou Ji and Fan Xian bickering for a long time, he also started to make some harmless jokes.

But just as he turned his head, a cold light quickly enlarged in the center of his eyes.

not good!

Teng Zijing subconsciously pushed Fan Xian away, but he could no longer dodge and was penetrated by a spear with an underhook. He flew backwards and hung on the high wall next to him.

A strong crossbow? No! It's a bed crossbow!

The blood sprayed from the vine tree hit Fan Xian's face. Fan Xian's face showed grief and anger, and his eyes instantly turned red.

He didn't have time to think about it, and just as he was about to get up and rescue Teng Zijing, he heard a roar behind him, and a man knocked out of the overturned wall. He was as strong as a giant and rushed towards him like a beast.

"Fan Xian, hurry up, he is Cheng Jushu, an eighth-grade master of the Northern Qi Dynasty!"

Teng Zijing felt a chill in her heart when she saw the strong man. She struggled to pull out the spear, but she had no way to use it because her body was hanging in the air.

Fan Xian's face was as dark as water and he said in a deep voice: "Let's go together!"

After saying that, he drew out his short sword, took advantage of the dust and gravel in the sky, jumped up, turned into a beam of light, and slashed towards the big man's neck.

However, Cheng Jushu just tilted his head slightly, raised his right hand, and easily grasped Fan Xian's knife like a fly. A bit of scarlet oozed from the big man's mouth, but his palm was not cut off by the knife.

, I really don’t know what his body is made of!

Seeing that the situation was not going well, Fan Xian drew out his blade and kicked Cheng Jushu in the chest. Just as he was about to use his strength to retreat, his ankle was grabbed again and he was thrown away like a broken sack.

Boom~

A muffled sound erupted in the alley, and Fan Xian fell into the wall. He had no idea how many ribs were broken. He tried to struggle to get up, but he couldn't even stand up.

‘Heh~!’

Cheng Jushu showed disdain, strode over, and grabbed Fan Xian's head as if he wanted to crush it.

At this time, Teng Zi Jingqiang took his last breath, pulled out the spear from his shoulder, roared at the top of his lungs, and walked towards Cheng Jushu step by step, dragging the spear with his remaining right arm.

Fan Xian's eyes were cracked and he said anxiously: "No!"

However, it was too late. Teng Zijing was never Cheng Jushu's opponent, and now he was seriously injured. He could only hold on with his last breath. Before the spear could be pierced, Cheng Jushu grabbed his head and raised it to Fan Xian.

In front of you, just apply slight force and it will break directly.

Pa~

A soft sound came from behind Cheng Jushu, the sound was dull, as if the crisp sound was blocked by a can.

Cheng Jushu was stunned on the spot, standing motionless like a wooden stake.

Only Fan Xian, who was staring closely into his eyes, knew that the light in his eyes dimmed as soon as the soft sound was heard.

"Hey, Fan Xian, are you dead? Say something."

A palm stretched out from the side and directly knocked Cheng Jushu down. Zhou Ji looked at Fan Xian who was dumbfounded and raised his eyebrows.

"Dead... bah bah bah, not dead!" Fan Xian looked at Cheng Jushu blankly, then looked up at Zhou Ji, and finally his eyes fell on the Desert Eagle in his hand.

"That's right! Teng Zijing! Zhou Ji, please see how Teng Zijing is doing?" Fan Xian suddenly thought of something, struggled to get up, and shouted to Zhou Ji.

Zhou Ji squatted down and checked a little, frowned and said: "It's still a little late..."

"If a person is alive, his arms may be useless."

Fan Xian was so angry that he laughed, collapsed on the ground, and cursed with a smile: "Can you stop breathing so much when you talk?"

"Stop talking about this. Although Cheng Jushu is dead, some things still have to be settled."

Zhou Ji picked up the long gun on the ground and penetrated it directly into Cheng Jushu's forehead. He ejected the deformed bullet and said in a deep voice: "You must keep the pistol a secret from me."
Chapter completed!