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Chapter 1380 Model?

If it wasn't for Mu Ling's insistence, Bei Mingyuan would never have read it.

But after thinking about it, why not replace these mentally handicapped books with other books in the future while Mu Ling is away. The Book of Songs or governing the country are good. Since we want to cultivate children, we should start with babies.

Bei Mingyuan thought about it silently, and felt that he was too smart, so he turned his head and left the house to give orders.

Mu Ling still didn't know that Bei Mingyuan actually wanted his son who was not yet one year old to learn how to govern the country. If he knew, he might think that Bei Mingyuan was mentally retarded.

The next day Mu Ling got up early, and after getting up, he stretched his muscles and muscles in the yard, and then heard that Rong Hao was back, and Mu Ling called Ming Rong Hao in while eating.

When he saw Ming Rong Hao's appearance, he was immediately shocked. Looking at the unshaven man in front of him in the blink of an eye, he instantly felt that Ming Rong Hao seemed to be ten years older.

"What are you doing here?" Mu Ling looked at Ming Ronghao in astonishment and asked.

"General! I have a big news to tell you!" Ming Ronghao's eyes were full of surprise, and he looked at Mu Ling with unspeakable excitement. Ling was a little curious.

"What's wrong?" Mu Ling put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hand, blinked slightly at Ming Ronghao, and waited for Ming Ronghao to speak.

"Extremely good news!" Ming Rong Hao seemed very excited, watching Mu Ling run out after turning around, leaving a confused Mu Ling standing where he was, a little suspicious of Ming Rong Hao. Not crazy.

After a while, I saw Ming Ronghao came back, holding a box in his hand, and put it in front of Mu Ling very piously, looked at Mu Ling with burning eyes and said: "I thought that there was no hope in this life. , until the Eastern Han Dynasty came.”

"General, this is a gift from me." Ming Rong Hao said, looking at Mu Ling firmly.

"Yes..." Looking at Ming Ronghao's appearance, Mu Ling was a little surprised and a little apprehensive. She blinked slightly and looked at Ming Ronghao, but when she saw Ming Ronghao seemed very excited, she asked Mu Ling to open it and take a look.

Mu Ling vaguely seemed to have guessed something, but he was not sure. He stretched out his hand and slowly opened the box in front of him. A layer of black cloth covered the contents of the box. Mu Ling paused for a moment, raised his eyes to look at Ming Rong Hao.

"I won't disappoint the general." Ming Ronghao stood in front of Mu Ling, looked at Mu Ling firmly, and motioned Mu Ling to open it.

Mu Ling withdrew his gaze, and stretched out his hand to lift off the black cloth that covered it. What lay in the box was something Mu Ling was very familiar with, a pitch-black pistol, and the appearance of the black pistol was exactly the same as in Mu Ling's memory.

"This..." Mu Ling's heart tightened suddenly, and he raised his eyes to look at Ming Ronghao.

"The Desert Eagle has been successfully made." Ming Rong Hao said with a grin to Mu Ling with his unshaven face.

"...It's not a model?" Mu Ling's heart suddenly shrank, and with that expression of sudden tension all over his body, he looked at Ming Ronghao deeply.

"No." Ming Ronghao replied resolutely: "I have found a way in the past few days, researched various paths, and finally made the Desert Eagle, but the Desert Eagle can only hold two bullets now, and Can’t change bullets yet.”

(End of this chapter)