"What are you thinking about?" the man's deep voice sounded.
Xiao Lingyue came back to her senses and said perfunctorily: "I didn't think about anything. What do you want me to ask you? How did you arrange the plan?"
Zhan Beihan looked at her with cold eyes, stretched out his hand to touch the corner of her raised lips, and said with unclear meaning: "I don't think so, why do you smile like this? You look like a wild cat who has stolen something."
Xiao Lingyue: "What are you talking about?"
She pushed his hand away, touched the corners of her lips disbelievingly, and straightened her lips.
"Hurry up, I'm asking you if you're okay? You're asking me instead." Xiao Lingyue secretly rolled her eyes, she really couldn't ignore it for even a quarter of an hour.
It was so dark under the cliff that he could spot her eyes even if she snickered.
Zhan Beihan took back his hand casually: "If you tell the truth, I will tell you."
Xiao Lingyue choked and was speechless: "Are you concerned?"
Zhan Beihan said: "As for."
Xiao Lingyue: ""
He said coolly: "Why don't you tell me?"
"Can you look at the situation? It's going to be ugly soon. Now is the time to say these things? If you are so paranoid, it's hopeless."
Xiao Lingyue was speechless and didn't bother to talk to him: "If you don't say pull it down, you will know it later."
Zhan Beihan: ""
Maybe everyone has a strange problem, which is not a big deal at first.
But once the other party hides it and refuses to talk about it, it turns into a big deal, and psychologically they immediately take it seriously.
Fighting the Northern Cold is not exempt from vulgarity.
There is no light in the narrow angle of the cliff, it is dark and damp, and you can't see your fingers with your hands.
He narrowed his eyes in the darkness, and there was a look of patient anger in his eyes, and he endured it for a long time.
No rush, just wait.
When this matter is over, there will be plenty of time, he will definitely
A quarter of an hour passed quickly.
When the ugly moment arrived, something seemed to be thrown down from the cliff and exploded in mid-air before it even hit the ground.
"Bang!"
A brief flash of light pierced the darkness and was clearly visible in the fog.
Xiao Lingyue was surprised: "It's actually a signal bomb?"
The Seven Kingdoms already have fireworks, and they also have black powder with a simple configuration. Although it is not very powerful, it is not difficult to transform some simple signal flares.
But just like iron tools, all fireworks are under the jurisdiction of the imperial court, and signal flares are mostly used in the military and are basically out of reach of ordinary people.
There was a special firearms workshop in Zhan Beihan's military camp, and the flares produced by each country were also different.
Xiao Lingyue recognized at a glance that this signal flare was used by the Northern Qin Army, and could not help but exclaim in a low voice: "The smugglers over at the Imperial Tomb are really capable. They can even get the signal flares used by the army."
No wonder.
It's dark and foggy when trading in a ghost place like this.
Apart from signal flares, there is no other tool that can transmit messages over long distances.
Xiao Lingyue was amazed because the military affairs of Northern Qin were under the control of Zhan Beihan. Strictly speaking, all kinds of firearms including signal bombs were also under his jurisdiction.
Someone in the Imperial Tomb actually dared to steal military flares and use them for smuggling iron ore.
Isn't this the face that clearly shows that you are fighting Zhan Beihan?
Xiao Lingyue remembered that King Xiang had mentioned before that the person responsible for supervising the construction of the imperial mausoleum was someone from the Northern Qin clan, maybe one of Zhan Beihan's relatives. No wonder he had such an eye for heaven.