Joy of Life

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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Fan is safely and comfortably lying on the bed, pale, like a young man with a hangover and awakened, a copper basin resting on the bed, the basin is very clean, because the vomit has been cleaned up. It is.

If he has been rushed to sleep, it is another ring that is serving himself. Fan’s face is not pretending, vomiting is not caused by drugs, but the strength of Yan Xiaoyi’s arrow really hurts his guilt, and his chest and abdomen are bored. It will take a few days to get better.

Thinking of the arrow that kills the soul, Fan Xian still can't help but be afraid. At that time, if he was not in his life and death, he broke out the true gas level in super-level, I am afraid that he would really be shot by that arrow. Separated by that distance, this arrow still has such power. It is hard to imagine. It seems that the big commander already has more than nine products and can enter the most peak of the world at any time.

In fact, when the hands were smashing arrows, Fan’s shots were still not as fast as the arrows, so it was dangerous to hit the arrow. But fortunately, he did not leave any scars on his hands, otherwise he would be seen by others. I really don't know how to explain it.

At that time, he ventured to go to the Guangxin Palace. On the one hand, he wanted to see if he could find anything. On the other hand, he did not want to let the people in the palace, because Hong Gonggong was opened by Wuzhu, and he thought of the key in the temple. This is the most important thing.

His fingers gently rested on his waist, slowly stroking the hard things, his heart was happy, his luck was good, but his luck would always be good? He decided that he would never hide things in the dark space under the bed, and he would never enter the palace again afterwards.

Within a few days of being drunk and sick, Fan’s “Poetry Performance” in the temple has already spread throughout Kyoto. In a few days, the visiting scholar’s ​​dignitaries did not know how many, but Fan Jian was coldly blocked out and said that he The son spent too much on the day and needed to recuperate.

Only the level of people coming is getting higher and higher. After several founding fathers, the senior military generals have killed. At the time of Fan Jian’s headache, at this time, he decided to use the mouth of the people in the government to announce a decision that made everyone uneasy and extremely sorry.

Fan Xian never makes poems!

Many people think that this is just a nonsense that the son said, and he has not taken it seriously. Only Jing Wangfu, who understands the temperament of the temperament, knows that the two singers of the singer are only aware that this is only true, but there should be no more in the future.

The summer heat in Kyoto has gradually faded, and an autumn rain slowly falls.

In fact, only three days into the palace, but Fan Xian felt that these three days are the longest three days of their own life. The box is under your bed and the key is in your hand. Nothing is more tempting than this. However, Fan Leisure still endured for three days, like a child, stealing a snack from his kitchen that his mother did not allow himself to eat, and then carefully hiding it in the closet, then knowing that the snack was there, and he slept with satisfaction, every day. Look at the closet before going to bed, but don't really want to eat until the final dessert rots.

The box will not deteriorate, but Fan Xian decided to eat it tonight.

The autumn rain outside the window was dripping underground, falling in the backyard of Fan House, and falling on the flowers and plants that would pass the autumn frost. There was no light in the window, and he knew that his eyes were enough to see clearly in the dark. The box was placed on the table and he steadily inserted the key into a keyhole like brass.

With a click, the splint in front of the box popped open, revealing a small black curtain. There are some strange square lattices on the board. With a single click, those squares will sink. There is a unique ornament on each plaid, and no one in the world can recognize these ornaments.

Fan Xiao smiled, but this smile was bitter, some of them were clear, and some guessed for a long time, finally confirmed the comfort.

He closed his eyes and couldn't help but laugh again. He felt that the world was really crazy. Therefore, he used his fingers to put a pot of good smoke from Fujiko Kyoko, so that he could calm his mood.

This is the first time he smoked in the world of Qingguo. The smell of smoke is very good. The white smoke rises in the dark house, and the autumn rain falls slowly in the lonely yard.

Fan Xian feels that he is no longer alone.

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People in this world won't know what these little black squares are, and they won't know what the strange patterns on these squares are. But Fan knows.

Because the lock on the box is open, it is exposed - it is the keyboard. It is a keyboard that is familiar to the past life. The strange patterns on it are actually twenty-six English letters, as well as numeric keys, and the most familiar f5.

After seeing this thing in front of him, Fan Xian secretly guessed the thing for a long time, and finally got the most powerful confirmation. The mother of her own body, the woman named Ye Xiaomei, came from the same place as herself. At this time, he did not think of the Tianmai who was mentioned in the conversation between Zhuang Mohan and the Princess of the Long Xin Gong Palace.

The dark-lighted smoke pot slammed in the dark room, and Fan’s face was calmed down. The hands were gently placed on the keyboard and began to guess what the password should be.

"It's the name." I don't know when the five bamboos that came to him stood in the corner of the house. Although the eyes were covered with black cloth, the face of the box still showed a kind of sadness. Emotion, "I only remember the name, Miss said that there are only five strokes."

Fan quietly nodded and began to input. After all, he had not touched this kind of thing for 16 years. The first feeling was inevitably strange, but after trying many times, the familiar feeling returned to him, his Hands. His finger head dances and generally taps on the keyboard.

But many times later, he suddenly smiled and looked up: "Where is there a name for five pens in the world?"

When the words were exported, he knew where the problem was. He took two cigarettes and looked at the box in front of him. He shook his head and sighed: "Mom, you are really noisy, but the question is, did you teach before? Five pens and five pens?"

The five strokes are not five strokes, but five strokes.

"kfhlcanhd" Fan entered the first name Ye Xiaomei, and then did not respond, he did not confidently enter the five strokes of his own name: "aibusi".

The box still didn't respond. He smiled bitterly, thinking that his name was taken after many years. How could Ye Xiaomei know what he was? Suddenly his heart moved, looking at Wu Wushu in the corner of the room.

Wu Zhu seems to have sensed this strange look, and said slightly: "What?"

Fan Xian did not answer him, but entered the name of the five bamboo "ggttgh".

The box slammed and then turned on. Fan Xian looked at Wu Zhu and said with a smile: "Uncle, I doubt very much about the secret between you and your mother."

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Fan Xian mentioned this box from Cangzhou to Kyoto. Of course, he knew the weight of the box, so he was not worried about hiding the hydrogen bomb inside. But when he saw the things in the box, until he finally walked out of the room, some stupidly walked in the rainy night, still could not help but shake his head, thinking that the mother adult did not have any creativity.

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The box is divided into three layers. Because of its shape limitation, what can be placed in each layer must be a long and narrow thing. In the first layer is a metal tool that is divided into three parts, some of which are tubular, and some of which seem to be suitable for holding. Fan leisure frowned at the metal fittings. Although he was also a person from the earth, he still didn't understand what it was until he reached into the inside of a metal tube.

Lifting a part of it and looking at it carefully, I found a line of letters: m82a1.

"My father and my mother are jealous." Fan Xian's fingers shook a little, although the previous life was not a military enthusiast, but also know what the letters represent.

This is a sniper rifle. This is the best sniper rifle in the world. If it is equipped with a broken armor, it can shoot through a thick wall at a distance of one kilometer.

Fan leisure grabbed the barrel with his right hand, and his hand could not help but tremble. He deeply understood that in a society like Qingguo, which is still in the cold weapon era, if you have a sniper rifle in your hand, it means something.

This means that from now on, you have the ability to kill anyone without a few miles away, without worrying about being discovered.

This means that no matter whether it is the big-minded commander or the cloud of the Dongyi ambassador who looks at his poor eyes, as long as he is willing, he may try to kill each other numerous times - just don't know the master. The level master tube does not work.

Fan Xian was nervously put the three-part sniper rifle gently on the table, and the smoky pot was put aside early. He put his hands on the table and took a few deep breaths. He calmed down and felt himself. It seems that I already 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 of stupid eyes. There was nothing but a letter, and there were no more than ten bullets that he expected.

Without bullets, this sniper rifle is no better than burning a fire stick.

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