Chapter 13 [13] [-] crit points
Yun Mumu walked up to the silver gun, and was pleasantly surprised to find that the handle of the silver gun was connected by three Mohist mechanisms.

She took it off, took off the handle of the gun in two or three strokes, and took the most suitable section in the middle.

"Bitch, you are not allowed to touch my Yingyue." The man frowned and was impatient. The silver gun named Yingyue was his most suitable weapon in the battlefield for many years.

Accompanying him in bloody battles in the world for many years, he has always been by his side like pearls and treasures.

It wasn't until a year ago, when he became paralyzed, that Yingyue was put on the weapon rack.

Just like that, she stayed by his side day and night.

Usually when the palace people are cleaning, if they move a little, he will chop and kill.

His reflection of the moon cannot be desecrated by anyone.

Now it was dismantled by this dead woman, how could she dismantle the handle of the gun?

This is linked according to the Mohist mechanism technique. It looks like a long rod in appearance, but the handle of the gun is actually composed of three sections.Ordinary people can't see it at all.

Could it be that this dead woman also knows the tricks of the Mohist school?

"Bitch, put it back for me, if you dare to touch my Yingyue, I will..."

Before the man finished speaking, he saw Yun Mumu holding one of his gun handles.

Duang! ! !
It poked into the water and scrubbed violently.

After washing, take it to the table and use it as a rolling pin.

Duan Yihuang:! ! !

His eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.

This is his Yingyue, which once shook the world in his hands.

The ghosts who died under his moon-reflecting gun, if not ten thousand, there were eight thousand.

Now it's being used as a rolling pin by this dead woman?

I just felt a mouthful of old blood rushing to my throat, and I was so angry that I almost died on the spot.

Yun Mumu rolled the dough leisurely with the handle of the gun, and while rolling, she was still disgusted: "It's really not easy to use, why don't you find a vase, rubbish thing."

After a lot of hard work, Yun Mumu finally rolled the dough into a pancake.

Then he went to his weapons rack.

There are a total of two weapons on his weapon rack, a long spear reflecting the moon, and a Longquan sword.

Yingyue has been polluted, is she going to attack his Longquan sword again?
"Bitch, how dare you?" the man growled loudly.

I saw Yun Mumu took down the Longquan sword, made a few random gestures in the air, and muttered to himself: "It's a bit long, but it should be usable."

"Yunmumu, that is my Longquan sword. I have followed my army and horses all my life, fighting on the battlefield, beheading tens of thousands of dead souls, and if the sword is out of its sheath..."

Before he finished speaking, Yun Mumu pulled out the scabbard, took it to the table, cut the vegetables, then threw the chopped vegetables into the pot, and picked up the Longquan Sword to start cutting noodles.

"Yunmumu, you...you..." Duan Yihuang was so angry that he was speechless.

Yun Mumu looked back and smiled, and said softly: "Don't worry, your majesty, it will be ready soon, your Longquan sword is quite easy to use."

Duan Yihuang's forehead was throbbing with blue veins, and he replied with a dark clouded face: "I don't want to eat."

He just wants to be quiet now.

seriously emo...

Yun Mumu was so busy that he didn't have time to take care of him, so he cut the bread into wide noodles and put it in the pot.

Added salt, put a drop of oil, and started to boil.

Not long after, a pot of vegetables and noodles with beautiful color was ready.

Yun Mumu came to the tyrant's dragon bed with a white jade bowl.

Judging by the little expression on the tyrant's face, he seemed to have suffered [-] points of damage from a critical strike.

(End of this chapter)

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