Thank you.
After telling Xiaoying to put the things away, Lingfeng had Bai Xiaojiu take his pulse again.
"He's mostly recovered, but remember, never get into another fight."
After stopping, Bai Xiaojiu took out a white porcelain bottle from the box.
"There are still things to take care of in the cabinet, so I only took some time to come here. I have to set off back tonight."
"Just in case, I've made two more pills to help with the pregnancy. You can use them as you see fit. Although the amount I gave you was the best, taking two more pills is still manageable."
Bai Xiaojiu hurriedly gave a few instructions, and without needing anyone to see him off, he climbed out the window.
...
Having understood the reason, Su Qinghe went to the martial arts school the next day and hired people. Apart from Qin Ange, there were several thugs guarding the gates of the other three men's courtyards.
Although those people had always come straight for her, she had a falling out with that man that night, and he got away. There was no guarantee he wouldn't harm her man.
She remained vigilant for several days, but all was calm. Not only did no men come, but no one even came to kill her.
"Forget it, once my things are finished, I won't be afraid of any more people coming. The manor should strengthen its defenses."
Frustrated, Su Qinghe shoved the dagger in her hand into the table, instantly creating several thin cracks.
She just wanted to live an ordinary life, but trouble always seemed to find her!
"Nanfeng, prepare the car."
She called out towards the door, drew her knife and sheathed it at her waist, then stepped out the door.
Today is the agreed-upon day to pick up the goods, and she desperately needs them.
After riding in a carriage all the way to the bustling city center, Su Qinghe personally visited every blacksmith shop. When she returned, she was carrying a large bundle.
"Return to the residence."
After giving the order, Su Qinghe entered the carriage, opened the bundle, which was full of small wooden boxes.
Su Qinghe emptied everything out and gathered it all together.
Grips, barrels, recoil springs, slides, cartridge cases, bullets, and so on were all displayed in front of Su Qinghe.
Looking at the neatly made little parts, Su Qinghe couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity.
This is a really good thing!
Desert Eagle...
The Desert Eagle, a semi-automatic pistol, is a powerful weapon and is known as the "King of Pistols." Its reputation is well-known to all gun users.
Having had considerable contact with it in her previous life, Su Qinghe had a deep understanding of the structure and manufacturing method of the Desert Eagle, to the point that she could recite it by heart.
Although only a rough, simplified version was made due to material limitations, it was sufficient for this place where there were no firearms at all.
The Desert Eagle doesn't have many parts, but the precision requirements are very strict. Therefore, many of the fine iron and brass parts were obtained by Su Qinghe through Qin Anmin's help.
Several copies of each part were made so that the best one could be selected.
After carefully inspecting the parts and picking out a large number of defective ones, Su Qinghe quickly began assembling the parts.
Her hands moved constantly, assembling the parts one by one. The clanging and the crisp sound of metal interlocking sounded like a beautiful symphony to her ears.
Su Qinghe's technique was skillful, and the whole process was quick without any pauses.
In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, a gleaming silver Desert Eagle appeared in Su Qinghe's hand.
Looking at the Desert Eagle in her hand, Su Qinghe's gaze softened, as if she were seeing an old friend she hadn't seen for many years.
He reached out and stroked it fondly for a while, then began to load the last magazine.
The Desert Eagle that Su Qinghe made has a magazine capacity of eight rounds. For convenience, she made two magazines, which is a total of sixteen bullets.
After looking at the neatly stacked shell casings in a large box, Su Qinghe took one out separately.
Now that everything is ready, all that's left is the gunpowder. She has to make it quickly, otherwise that pile of spent cartridges will just be sitting there unused.
"Hoo..."
As Su Qinghe was pondering, the carriage suddenly braked sharply, followed by the sound of swords clashing.
"Master, be careful!"
Suddenly, a loud gust of wind blew, the carriage curtain was flung open, and a figure rushed in.
"help me!"
"It's like a persistent ghost!"
Seeing the man rush in, Su Qinghe frowned and kicked him without hesitation.
"Since you're so eager to die, I'll grant your wish."
Seeing the foot gradually approaching him, Ling Feng quickly dodged to the side.
"Listen up, you people inside! All we want is that man. Hand him over if you don't want to die! You can't afford to mess with the Seven Kill Pavilion!"
There was a clattering sound outside, and it seemed that quite a few people had arrived, but Nanfeng kept them all outside.
Su Qinghe ignored him, gave the man a cold look, and touched the dagger at her waist.
"If I die, your husbands won't survive either!"
Seeing her actions, Ling Feng finally uttered a harsh threat, his eyes fixed on her, cold sweat already beading on his forehead.
Su Qinghe's eyes darkened, and the killing intent in them solidified into a tangible form.
Seeing her reaction, Ling Feng breathed a sigh of relief; those men were indeed her weakness.
He took a deep breath, slowly sat down, and looked at her expressionlessly.
"If you don't save me, they will die from poisoning in a few days."
"Oh……"
Su Qinghe suddenly chuckled, and drew the dagger from her waist. Her fingers flew, and the dagger danced in her palm.
She kept her head down and wouldn't look at him.
"If I kill you and hand you over to your Qiushan, I can still get the antidote."
Ling Feng remained silent for a moment, then spoke softly:
“My mother is still alive. It will take some time for Qiu Shan to control everything in the pavilion. I have told her all my plans. If I die today, they will still be in danger.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Su Qinghe suddenly looked up and gave him a smile.
"How about I just take care of your mother too?"
"Just follow that group of people outside and you'll find the headquarters of your Seven Kill Pavilion."
Su Qinghe smiled and gestured towards the group of people fighting fiercely outside the car.
Ling Feng clenched his fists and stared at her coldly.
"My men have been in Tianhe County for the past few days. If you want to see which side can act faster, that's fine."
Su Qinghe ground her molars and bit down on the soft flesh inside her mouth.
"You win!"
She sighed softly, as if she had suddenly become a different person.
"Sit still and don't wander off. Once you get out of the carriage, I won't be responsible for you anymore."
Patting him on the shoulder, Su Qinghe rushed into the crowd.
Ling Feng stiffened slightly the moment her hand reached out, but after thinking for a moment, he didn't dodge and let her touch him.
A series of muffled groans came from outside the car. Ling Feng lifted the curtain, and Su Qinghe was in the middle of a fierce battle.
After watching for a while, he lowered the curtain, his heart filled with mixed feelings.
He knew that what he was doing was despicable, but... he had no choice!
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