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Chapter 1632
Now that Mu Ling put this thing out, Bei Mingyuan looked at the desert eagle on the table and couldn't help but jump in his heart. He looked at Mu Ling nervously and inexplicably, and when he met Mu Ling After looking seriously, Bei Mingyuan suddenly took a deep breath as if he understood something.

"You're right, this is what hurt Yan Wushuang." Mu Ling pursed his lips and looked at Bei Mingyuan and said, "I never told you that the Desert Eagle has been developed, and it was made by Ming Ronghao First pistol."

"..." Bei Mingyuan's eyes widened in shock, staring at the pistol in front of him for a long time without returning to his senses.

"I didn't tell you before, because the development of this pistol is not yet comprehensive, and... I thought about it carefully, and I think it's better if this thing is not in the world, but I didn't expect so many things to happen. It's been shot." Mu Ling said deeply.

"This thing..." Bei Mingyuan stared at the desert eagle on the table and tightly pursed his lips. He felt that he wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say for a long time. Ling's drawings, vaguely know that this thing is powerful.

But Bei Mingyuan didn't expect the power of this thing to be so great. Just such a small bullet can cause such great damage at such a long distance, which is not comparable to the power of bows and arrows.

"It hasn't been successfully developed yet. The recoil of this gun is a bit strong, and there are only two bullets." Mu Ling squinted his eyes slightly and said, "If it wasn't for this, I would have killed Yan Wushuang directly. It wobbled and the shot missed."

What Mu Ling didn't say was that because he hadn't had a model gun for too long, he was a little uncomfortable. Mu Ling was already very satisfied with being able to hit Yan Wushuang. After listening to Mu Ling's words, Bei Mingyuan immediately understood. .

"Who else knows about this?" Bei Mingyuan raised his eyes and asked Mu Ling.

"No more." Mu Ling shook his head.

"..." Bei Mingyuan thought for a while and reached out to pick up the gun on the table. After stroking it lightly, he handed it to Mu Ling and said, "You put it away, this thing must not be in the world, otherwise... I don't know what will happen sensation."

"Bei Mingyuan..." After a pause, Mu Ling said helplessly, "I think... maybe I can't hide it anymore."

"Yan Wushuang almost died in the hands of this thing. Bei Yan will definitely try his best to track it down. It's good that you can hide it from Nanqin, but how can you explain Yan Wushuang's almost death? ...Do you want me to hide this thing until I die?" Mu Ling's words seemed to be light and light.

Bei Mingyuan's heart trembled when he heard Mu Ling's words, and then he frowned, pursed his lips and looked at Mu Ling, and moved his lips slightly to speak.

"You don't need to say more." Mu Ling immediately put his hand against Bei Mingyuan's lips, looked up at Bei Mingyuan and said: "You have done enough for me, I really don't want to live like this anymore , that is too aggrieved, and you are too tired."

"..." Bei Mingyuan raised his eyes to look at Mu Ling, with distress in his eyes.

"I want to hug you..." Mu Ling reached out and hugged Bei Mingyuan, holding Bei Mingyuan tightly, unwilling to let go, Mu Ling took a deep breath and finally hugged Bei Mingyuan without saying anything. They didn't say anything, and there was a sense of tranquility in the tent.

(End of this chapter)