Chapter 162 Only make half

Xiao Han's face has been enlarged N times, and even the stains on his face that have not been washed for many days have been magnified N times. Needless to say, the smell of his body...

There was a twitch in his stomach, and Bi Huantong pushed away the person in front of him and watched the man in front of him fall back to the sky. He also had a stunned expression.

"Cough!" She coughed a few times and tidyed up her appearance, thinking about whether the baby in her belly was frightened.

Xiao Han sat up and pushed all the 'hairs' hanging in front of him to the back: "You are a ghost. Why did you come in without saying a word!"

A black line on Bi Huantong's face: "I've been in for a long time, and I'm still looking for a stool in the garbage. At that time, you were squatting in the corner and thinking about it."

"What garbage heap, what wall have you thought about? I'm thinking about something! These are all my research results!" Xiao Han roared back unyieldingly, and this time he was tidying up his clothes.

Bi Huantong glanced at him: "I haven't taken a shower for a few days?"

A word hit the weakness, and the muscles on Xiao Han's face twitched a few times, and it took a long time to hold out a few words: "I want you to take care of it!"

"Yes, I don't care. Look, you have made yourself a beggar, and this place has become a beggar's nest!" Bi Huantong shook his head: "Isn't it that the servants don't serve well? How's the food?"

There was a wave in his heart, and Xiao Han came over and silently cleaned up the messy table.

"If you have suffered any grievances, you can tell me. You are a nobleman of the government, and you can't be neglected."

"I'm just a prisoner!" Xiao Han didn't have a good breath.

Bi Huantong was speechless for a moment. Looking at Xiao Han's face, he quickly opened the topic and said, "When I came here before, it was quite neat. Why did it become such a mess after only a period of time?"

Xiao Han paused, found a drawing full of instructions from the messy design drawings, put it in front of Bi Huantong, then walked aside, opened the box on the ground, took some parts from the box, wrapped them all in black cloth, and put them in front of Bi Huantong one by one.

"Let's see what's wrong."

The drawing is the design drawing of the AK47 automatic rifle. When she wrote it to Xiao Han, she wrote it in detail. Xiao Han made a lot of marks on the drawings, and these marks are very fine. It can be seen that it took him a lot of time to study this drawing alone.

According to the drawings, Xiao Han understood it very thoroughly. Bi Huantong turned over the black cloth covering the part, which were the barrel, buttstock, gun body, firing pin and handle, and some small parts.

I carefully reviewed them one by one in my hand. There was basically no problem. Looking at the complete mechanical components, a bloodthirsty flashed in my bones, picked up the parts on the table and assembled them very familiarly.

The gesture was skillful and fast. After Xiao Han couldn't see Bi Huantong clearly, he assembled the rifle, proofread the sight, and said, "Where are the bullets?"

"Bullet..." Xiao Han hesitated for a moment and said awkwardly, "The bullet has not been studied yet..."

Bi Huantong's eyes sank and put down the gun in his hand: "Why is it so late?"

Xiao Han squeezed his lips: "I'm not in the mood for the time being."

"Why are you not in the mood?"

Xiao Han's eyes flashed a sharp light and sneered: "If Xiao is successfully developed, if this weapon comes out, who else can cure you that day?"

Bi Huantong raised her eyebrows and didn't say anything.

After all, Xiao Han is not convinced. She doesn't know the smelting technology of this era, so she doesn't bother to do it. Now Xiao Han thinks that if he doesn't make bullets, this weapon will not be useful. It's too naive.

Although it was funny, Bi Huantong was calm and pretended to be angry, "Didn't I tell you that the Moon Kingdom would not take the initiative to launch a war? What else do you care about?"

"What?" Xiao Han said disdainfully, "What's the use of verbal promises! In addition, the real owner of the Kingdom of the Moon is Xuanyuan Yulin, Mrs. Zhenguo. I know you are very favored, but Xiao does not guarantee how long you can be favored. After all, which emperor has not been romantic and affectionate since ancient times? When Xuanyuan Yulin has a second one, will he still remember you? Will you still listen to me?"