Chapter 23 Digile ink in the ink

Xuan is constantly getting longer, thicker, smaller and thinner in the hands of the night, and everything is flexible.

A sudden flash of inspiration in the night brain came to mind with an excellent idea.

He presented a pattern in his impression to Xuan through consciousness, and then asked, "Do you think you can become like this?"

Xuan consciously saw the image in the memory of the night, which was the external model and internal structure of an automatic musket. This structural diagram was seen by the night in the ring given to him by his father. It is a musket improved by Chenfeng himself. It uses ordinary gunpowder bullets, with a magazine supply of 20 rounds and a shooting speed of 0.5 seconds.

Xuan said to himself: Although it is a little complicated and some small parts are also fine, you can try it.

After saying that, he began to change according to the model, and looked at the night and the little pig silently.

Five minutes have passed, and Xuan has completed the imitation of the external model.

Twenty minutes later, the night heard Xuan's voice: It's done. I have collected a lot of musket bullets in my bag. Now my bag is equivalent to the magazine of the gun. You can fire all the time. Don't worry about changing the magazine.

He landed the stone in the heart of the night, and his ecstasy was full of words. He ordered the wooden man to make a moving target and began to shoot with a gun.

Bang, bang, bang...

It really felt exactly the same as the musket he used before. At the same time, there was a feeling of flesh and blood. He felt the state of human and gun integration.

Ping-pong, like fried beans, dozens of bullets chased the two wooden people like a fire tongue. The wooden man was beaten into a sieve and fell to the ground.

He ran over at night and found that the two puppets were completely scrapped.

He was depressed and thought that he would do his own housework in the future.

However, the excitement soon covered up the depression, and he tried to pass another design to Xuan to let him imitate it.

This is a design drawing of a magic bullet. After the improvement of the morning wind, the acceleration array of the gun body is superimposed with 16-fold acceleration magic, which can produce a terrible acceleration effect, and the speed of the bullet can reach 3 times the speed of sound.

At this speed, the impact of the magic bullet is unimaginable. Magic bullets can penetrate the enemy's armor or add shells and then explode on the enemy's body. It is a veritable armor-piercing bullet, which is very different from bullets accelerated by gunpowder.

Magic bullets have such an advantage, because the speed potential of magic bullets is greater than that of bullets accelerated by gunpowder combustion. Ordinary muskets can get greater speed by increasing the equivalent of gunpowder and length of the gun chamber, but the equivalent of gunpowder and the length of the barrel of the gun, even if they are redesigned, they have their upper limit. Of.

The acceleration is different through the magic array. It can obtain more acceleration space by improving the level of the magic array, the level of crystal energy and the transmission efficiency of the magic array energy.

In the face of this design, Xuan Xun: "The magic array in it is very complicated, and it is carved on the mithril or magic silver. I need a lot of time."

Jiang Ye didn't have much hope. After all, he knew that the structure of the magic array is different from the simple spring structure. The structure of the spring only involves mechanical engineering, but the structure of the enchanted magic array is a profound knowledge. From the knowledge he got in the library, he knew that there was also a special profession called enchanters, who were paid by enchanting their equipment.

He didn't expect that Xuan could also be competent for the enchantment acceleration array. It's really amazing.

In the evening, the night fired the first magic bullet, and he was so excited that he forgot to go to dinner.

He does have a reason to be excited, because from now on, he has officially become a gunman.

He has the advantage that other gunmen may have to look forward to for the rest of his life: the integration of man and gun.

Unlimited ammunition.

There is also the art of hiding a gun. Xuan can travel directly from his sea of knowledge to his hand and become a gun. The night does not even need to hold the gun, because Xuan can be automatically fixed on the arm of the night.

If Ye takes out a gun and shoots it, others will mistakenly think that Ye's arm has been turned into a gun.

Before going to bed, he asked a very meaningful question: Xuan, do you think you can control the direction of the bullet?

Xuan was originally drowsy, and the day's activities had consumed a lot of his energy. He was dissatisfied and said, "Are you still not satisfied? If you want a bullet to listen to you, just shoot me out as a bullet.

After saying that, Xuan fell asleep.

Jing Ye got inspiration from this sentence. Maybe one day, he can really turn Xuan into a bullet and fire it with an ordinary gun, so that Xuan can track the enemy with his own strength. Not only that, after the mysterious shot into the enemy's body, the enemy will definitely feel uncomfortable. Think about it, if Xuan suddenly turns into a more than 100,000 catties in the enemy's body, can that person stand it?

Thinking about the various wonderful things of Xuan, he hugged the night and fell asleep with Xuanhu, who was already asleep with saliva. Xuan was soft, like holding a pikachu doll. He didn't recite the Lazy Heart Sutra before going to bed. In the dream, he became a full-time warrior, killing everywhere and saving the world. He was a shield swordsman, a swordsman, a gunman, and an assassin. Finally, he became a monster with a stick weighing 100,000 catties, smashing all the enemies into meat cakes.

The happy saliva flowed out.

It seems that tomorrow's night, not only do you have to wash your own clothes, but also the pillows.

The hero in our dream gets up in the morning, but he can only obediently carry the hoe to his own field to fertilize and sow. The little hoe hoeed off the weeds on the edge of the field, and he was going to fence the edge with bamboo.

Teacher Jiao Zuo told him that some small animals would come to waste the fruits of his labor. Every day, he can also see field mice, rabbits and other small animals to visit his labor, and naturally think of the fence.

What discourages him is that this simple fence can only prevent those larger animals, such as wild boars, but for little guys like groundhogs, the fence is completely a decoration.

He is ready to fight a protracted battle with groundhogs and rabbits. Thinking about it, he suddenly feels that he doesn't have to kill them all. It's fun to play with them.

In the reverie of the countryside and small animals, the childlike innocence of the night grows the wings of imagination and can fly very high.

In the next few days, the night will fully realize the benefits of the little pig. For the quasi-lazy person who has cultivated the lazy heart, there will be a split, which is perfect for him.

So he can ask the piglet to help him get water, and he helps the piglet sleep. He asked the piglet to help him garden, and he helped the piglet cool down in the stone house.

Such a squeeze of child labor force will certainly cause the indignation of child labor, so he can only promise the piglet to help her earn more beans.

However, he soon found that he was in debt to the piglet, and looking for happiness was often counterproductive.

But if you owe it, you have to owe it first. What can you do? Who said that he is lazy? If lazy people are not allowed to play tricks, how can lazy people be lazy?

Soon, the night attracted Piggy's retaliatory demonstration. Piggy ran to the women's toilet in Lonely City for a few times, and peeped into the women's bathhouse several times. If she is chased, she will directly become the body, or Mu Dun will escape, and no one can catch her.

Then the night was sad.

In order to prevent men from peeping, a magic camera was specially installed in the women's bathhouse. The real pig was photographed without any pressure, but it was unlucky at night.

Now I have to dress up when I go out at night. I have put on my hat, glasses from my mother, and even a cloak. If I don't dress up like this, I will definitely be like a street mouse, and everyone will beat me.

Who says that the night is already famous as a pervert, and the lonely city is equal. It is not guaranteed that the daughter of some bigwigs is peeped in the group bathroom, so it is even more severely cracked down.

What did the people outside say about the night? After Jiang Ye's information was exposed by a boss, everyone knew such a name: Tian Jiang Ye, the ink in the original ink, and the in the ink in the ink.

The night has regretted that I really shouldn't squeeze the labor force of child labor, let alone owe the wages of child labor, and not let the child laborer be full. However, this child laborer is too nonsense. It really doesn't treat the village head as a cadre.

When he wanted to criticize Xiaozhu, Xuan and Xiaozhu were angry. As revolutionary comrades-in-arms, Xuan's position was very firm this time.

Xuan's idea is very clear: this time you squeeze the piggy's labor force, and you are still in arrears. I'm sure that the next time you finish squeezing my labor force, you will pat your buttocks and leave, don't give me crystals, and make me hungry. At that time, I will be miserable.

In the past few days, the famous generals didn't even dare to take care of themselves for fear of meeting someone he knew. He had to nest in the wind and sand and repair his water pipe.

You are the wind, you are the sand, and the child without a mother has been in charge of the family.

However, if people are unlucky, drinking cold water will also stuff their teeth. Originally depressed, he heard the call of birds again: Bad guy...

The pervert...

This time it's not a parrot, but a myna. This myna is obviously much better than the parrot. Not only is it much bigger than the average myna, but the dark feathers on his body are like steel. After special treatment, the defense is not the same as the parrot.

It's still an old-fashioned way of provocation. If you ignore him, the bird is impatient on your ear. You run to catch it, and it flies away.

When the night was played twice in a depressed mood, he swallowed his anger and pretended not to hear it and ignored it.

I thought: Isn't it just a broken bird? I don't care about you. Will you bite me?

Bad guy...

The pervert...

The ink in the original ink, the downstream ink in the ink...

The night was about to faint. This time, the "behind-the-scenes" even taught such a long sentence to this eighth brother. It's really unbearable for my aunt, and my uncle can't stand it.

At this time, the "behind-the-scenes black hand" has dark circles under his eyes and is complacent about his masterpiece. A stupid bird like myna taught him to learn this long sentence overnight. Fortunately, this sentence is quite rhymed.