Fan Xian lay on the bed safely and comfortably, his face pale, like a young man with a hangover who had not woken up, and there was a copper basin next to the bed, which was very clean, because the vomit had already been cleaned.

If Ruo has been driven to sleep by him, it is another girl who is serving him. Fan Xian's face was not pretended, and the vomiting was not urged by medicine, but the strength of Yan Xiaoyi's arrow really hurt his internal organs, and there was a feeling of boredom in his chest and abdomen, and he needed to raise it for a few days to get better.

Thinking of the soul-devouring arrow, Fan Xian still couldn't help but be afraid, if it wasn't for the fact that he had exploded his true qi level at the time of life and death, he was afraid that he would really be killed by that arrow. It is really unimaginable that this arrow is still so powerful from such a distance, it seems that the Great Commander already has the realm of nine grades or more, and may enter the pinnacle of the world at any time.

In fact, when he smashed the arrow with both hands at that time, Fan Xian's shot was still not as fast as the arrow, so he only smashed the arrow shaft, which was very dangerous, but fortunately, he did not leave any scars on his hands at this time, otherwise if he was seen by someone with a heart, he really didn't know how to explain it.

At that time, he ventured to Guangxin Palace, on the one hand, to see if he could find anything, on the other hand, he didn't want the people in the palace to think of the key in Hanguang Hall because Gonggong Hong was transferred by Wuzhu, which was the most important thing.

His fingers rested lightly on his waist, slowly stroking the hard thing, his heart was happy, his luck was really good, but his luck would really continue to be good? He decided that he would never hide things in the secret compartment under the bed again, and he would never go into the palace to play again.

Within a few days of pretending to be drunk and recuperating, Fan Xian's "poetic performance" in the palace had already spread all over Kyoto, and the scholars and magnates who came to visit in a few days did not know how many, but Fan Jian coldly blocked the outside, saying that his son was overly exhausted that day and needed to recuperate.

It's just that the level of people who came is getting higher and higher, and even after a few founding fathers, senior military generals have been killed. Just when Fan Jian was having a headache, he announced a decision that made everyone puzzled and extremely regretful through the mouth of the people in the mansion.

Fan Xian never wrote poetry from now on!

Many people still think that this is just nonsense said by Childe, and they don't take it seriously. Only the Jingwang Mansion who understands Fan Xian's temperament, Ren Xin and the two Shaoqing know that this matter is only afraid that it is true, but anyway, there should be an aftermath, so I will talk about it slowly.

The heat in Kyoto has gradually faded, and an autumn rain is slowly falling.

In fact, there were only three days before entering the palace, but Fan Xian felt that these three days were the longest three days in his two lives. The box is under his bed, and the key is in his hand. There is no greater temptation than this. But Fan Xian still endured it for three days, like a child, stealing a snack from the kitchen that his mother did not allow him to eat, and then carefully hid it in the closet, and then knew that the snack was there, so he went to bed contentedly, and looked at the wardrobe every day before going to bed, but he didn't really want to eat it, until finally the snack rotted and spoiled.

The box wouldn't spoil, but Fan Xian decided to eat it tonight.

The autumn rain outside the window was dripping, falling on the backyard of Fan's mansion, on the flowers and plants in the courtyard that were about to go through the autumn frost. Fan Xian didn't have a light in the window, he knew that his eyes were good enough to see clearly in the night. The box rested on the table, and he steadily inserted the key into the brass-like keyhole.

With a click, the splint on the front of the box popped open, revealing a small black curtain. There are some strange little squares on the board. With a light touch, those squares will sink. Each lattice has a unique ornament on it, and no one in this world can recognize these ornaments.

Fan Xian smiled, but this smile was a little bitter, a little clear, and a little confirmatory after guessing for a long time, he was finally comforted.

He closed his eyes and couldn't help but laugh again, thinking that the world was really crazy. So with his trembling fingers, he lit a pot of fine local cigarettes that Fujiko Kyo had brought from his filial piety, so as to calm his mood.

This was the first time he had smoked in the world of Qingguo, and the smell of smoke was very good, white smoke rose in the dark room, and the autumn rain slowly fell in the lonely courtyard.

Fan Xian felt that he was no longer alone.

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People in this world won't know what these little black lattices are, they won't know what the strange ornaments on these lattices are. But Fan Xian knew.

Because when the lock on the box was opened, what was revealed was the keypad. It's a keyboard that I was very familiar with in my previous life, and the strange ornaments on it are actually twenty-six English letters, as well as number keys, and Fan Xian's most familiar F5.

After seeing this thing in front of him, Fan Xian secretly guessed the thing in his heart for a long time, and finally got the most powerful confirmation that his physical mother, the woman named Ye Qingmei, was from the same place as himself. At this time, he didn't think of the Tianmai person mentioned in the dialogue between Zhuang Mohan and the eldest princess in Guangxin Palace.

The dimmed smoke pot dimmed in the dark room, Fan Xian's face had regained its calm, and his hands gently put it on the keyboard, and he began to guess what the password should be.

"It's the name. I don't know when Wuzhu came to him, standing in the corner of the house, although his eyes were covered by a black cloth, but his face to the box, he still showed a feeling called sadness, "I only remember the name, and the young lady said that there were only five strokes." ”

Fan Xian nodded calmly and began to type, after all, he had not been exposed to this kind of thing for sixteen years, and the initial feeling was inevitably a little unfamiliar, but after trying many times, that familiar feeling returned to his body, his hand. His fingers were dancing on the keyboard.

But after many times, he suddenly raised his head with a wry smile: "How can there be a name in this world that only needs five strokes." ”

As soon as he said this, he knew what the problem was, took two puffs of dirt cigarettes, looked at the box in front of him and shook his head, and sighed: "Mom, you are really messing around, but the question is, have you taught Wuzhu Wubi before?"

Wubi is not a five-stroke input method, but a five-stroke input method.

"kfhlcanhd" Fan Xian typed in the first name Ye Qingmei, and then there was no response, he was a little unconfident to type in the five strokes of his name: "aibusi".

The box still didn't react, he smiled bitterly, thinking that his name was taken many years later, how could Ye Qingmei know back then? Suddenly, his heart moved, and he looked at Uncle Wuzhu in the corner of the room with a smile.

Wuzhu seemed to sense this strange gaze, tilted his head slightly and said, "What are you doing?"

Fan Xian didn't answer him, but typed in Wuzhu's name "ggttgh".

The box clicked softly, and then opened. Fan Xian glanced at Wuzhu again, and said with a smile: "Uncle, I am very suspicious of some indecent secrets between you and your mother now. ”

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Fan Xian brought the box from Lanzhou to Kyoto, and of course he knew the weight of the box, so he was not worried about a hydrogen bomb hidden inside. But when he saw the contents of the box, he finally walked out of the room, walking a little stupidly in the rainy night, and still couldn't help shaking his head, thinking that his mother really had no creativity.

......

The box is divided into three layers, and because of its limited shape, the contents that can be placed in each layer must be narrow and long. Inside the first layer are metal tools that are divided into three parts, some of which are tubular and some of which seem to fit into the grip. Fan Xian frowned and looked at these metal pipes, although he was also from the earth, he still didn't understand what it was for a while, until his fingers reached into the inside of a metal pipe, and he didn't understand a little.

I held up a part and looked at it carefully, and found that there was a line of letters written there: M82A1.

"Hey, mom, dad, ouch. Fan Xian's fingers trembled slightly, although he was not a military enthusiast in his previous life, he also knew what this row of letters represented.

This is a sniper rifle, this is the best sniper rifle in the world, if it is equipped with armor-piercing bullets, it can shoot through a thick wall at a distance of one kilometer.

Fan Xian grabbed the barrel of the gun with his right hand, his hand couldn't help but tremble a little, he deeply understood that in a society like Qingguo, which was still in the era of cold weapons, what it meant if he had a sniper rifle in his hand.

This means that from now on, he has the ability to kill anyone from a distance of several miles without fear of being discovered.

This means that whether it is the Great Commander who shocked the sky with one arrow or Yun Zhilan in the Dongyi Mission who looked at him with a bad gaze, as long as he was willing, he might try to kill the other party countless times - but he didn't know if it would work against the Grandmaster-level masters.

Fan Xian was a little nervous and gently put the sniper rifle that had been disassembled into three parts on the table, and the smoke pot had already been put aside, he put his hands on the table, took a few deep breaths, and calmed his mood, he seemed to have all the necessary conditions to become a night demon.

Of course, the premise is that there must be bullets.

Fan Xian looked at the second layer dumbfounded, there was nothing but a letter, and there were no at least ten bullets or more than he expected.

Without bullets, this sniper rifle is not much stronger than a burning stick.