Ghost doctor: Princess please come to the throne

Chapter 345 How much do you want, how much do I have!
Chapter 345: How much do you want, how much do I have!
"What's the matter?"

Bei Chenyan's eyes froze, and he turned to the outside.

That cold tone was really not very friendly, and the suppressed anger could only be vented elsewhere.

Ma Long's trembling voice sounded from outside, "Your Majesty, the governor of Huzhou has arrived and is waiting in the hall." The weak voice was obviously a little weak, "Subordinate, this subordinate is here to send a message to the emperor."

Look at this scared, speechless.

Ling Xiyue beat Bei Chenyan with a smile and gave him a look.

How many times has she said, please be considerate of the old man.

"Well, I got it." Bei Chenyan moved his eyes back, and while tidying Ling Xiyue's messy skirt, he replied lightly, "Let him wait first, I still have something to deal with here. "

"Yes--"

After getting this answer, Malone ran away in a hurry.

He Fei looked at Malone's 'hasty' pace, feeling puzzled for a while.

This old guy, hit a ghost?
After running a long way, Malone stopped slowly, looked back in the direction of the backyard, patted his chest, and was still afraid for a while.

He is a poor old bone, he is so frightened by the empress and the emperor, he will fall apart sooner or later!
At this time, the moon is hanging on the tip of the willow.

The cold night is slightly cool.

"Yan, go do your work first, I'm fine here, everything is almost done." Ling Xiyue stroked his lapel.

Bei Chenyan tidied it up for her, "It's okay, I'll take a look at your results first, I haven't looked at this thing up close yet."

"it is good."

Ling Xiyue raised her red lips high.

She quickly collected different proportions of gunpowder, packed them, and used different materials as the casing, including paper, wood, copper, iron cans, sand... to control the variables, she always made nearly Twenty powder kegs.

But they are not big, most of them are the size of an adult man's fist, and the bigger ones are like a small watermelon, but each of them contains less than half a catty of black fire.

Bei Chenyan was staring at him with a stern look in his eyes.

"Come on."

Ling Xiyue waved her hand.

"Your Majesty." He Fei stepped in quickly.

Ling Xiyue pointed to a large pile on the ground, "Move these out, be careful, don't touch the fire."

"Yes!" He Fei responded, picked up a big wave of dustpan on the ground, and staggered out, muttering in his heart, did the empress grind the gray stone into powder, and re-crushed it into mud pellets?

Ling Xiyue looked at Bei Chenyan with a smile, and grabbed his hand, "Let's go."

Bei Chenyan's eyes were dim, and he followed the girl out of the wooden shed.

Xiao Lang was bored waiting, so he squatted in the corner, played with mud, saw Ling Xiyue coming out, and ran over with a smile.

Ling Xiyue stopped, "You all stay away, don't come over, Yingyi, watch Xiaolang."

Ying Yi's eyes darkened, he grabbed Xiao Lang by the collar, and pulled him away.

"Go further."

Ling Xiyue still waved.

He Fei looked around and stepped back, almost stepping back to the wall.

Ling Xiyue smiled at Bei Chenyan, opened the torch and ignited it, picked one out of the pile of gunpowder barrels, weighed it in her hand, lit it on the primer, and after the sparks flew, she threw it out.

The black mass drew a perfect parabola in the air, and after landing, it exploded with a "boom"!

The mud and rocks were flying, and the ground was shaking.

On that stiff ground, a black hole the size of a millstone was blasted, more than half a meter deep.

The surrounding area was even more messy. The turf on the ground seemed to have been cut by a knife and an axe. A large area was brushed neatly, with a diameter of nearly ten meters. The most important thing was that the ball that Ling Xiyue just threw was only a fist. size!
He Fei opened his mouth wide and stared blankly at Ling Xiyue, his eyes were about to pop out, and then slowly fell back to the black pit on the ground.

This is the mud ball he just held in his hand and the Empress made it?

If that dustpan just exploded in his hand, wouldn't it be...

Thinking of this, he shuddered all over, sending a chill down his spine.

The mud in Xiao Lang's hand fell to the ground.

Ying Yi's expression darkened again, several people had different expressions.

Bei Chenyan looked at Ling Xiyue with fiery eyes!
"Barely powerful." Ling Xiyue shook her head, and clicked twice in dissatisfaction.

"This, this..." He Fei was about to cry, "This is still called reluctance! Then why not force it?"

Before this, they also tried to put fire oil into clay pots and throw them into the enemy to explode to cause damage. The effect was very good, but the power of the same size could not be compared with that in the hands of the empress.

The thing that the empress threw out just now seemed to be as simple as being ignited by the fire.

He finally understood why the empress must keep them away!

Ling Xiyue picked out another one and weighed it with a smile.

Light it up, let go.

"boom--"

A blast!
This time, the hole that exploded was several times bigger than the previous one, and the whole backyard trembled accordingly.

He Fei covered his ears, still maintaining that staring expression.

"boom!"

"boom--"

"Boom boom boom!"

With the sound of successive explosions, the land of the Sheriff's Mansion trembled like a sieve. In less than a quarter of an hour, hundreds of square meters of ground were really blown into a sieve. There was no good land...

The deepest black hole can directly stand an adult!
"This level of power is almost enough." Ling Xiyue clasped her hands together and smiled.

This batch of saltpeter is very pure, and the power of the refined gunpowder is even higher.

As she expected, the iron powder can is the most powerful, but it is not easy to transport and carry, and the risk factor of fire is high. The paper tube is light, safe, and powerful. Generally speaking, each has its own advantages, depending on where it is used.

The mountains in Beiyi opened up, and the power of the paper tube was enough.

But if it is used for marching and fighting, she still needs to experiment with the best method.

Of course, now it is only the power of black powder alone, if it is paired with magic weapons, the power will definitely be doubled.

He Fei's expression has gone from being shocked, unbelievable, and facing an enemy at the beginning, to trembling, numb, and sluggish now.

If he remembered correctly, earlier, there was a description of something that was very similar to the black mud ball held by the Empress Empress.

That is black fire!
The power is infinite, and it is even more mysterious. In the whole world, there are only a few in the Shenji Pavilion.

But according to the rumors, even it doesn't seem to have anything in the hands of the empress. This level of horror is controlled like the Shenji Pavilion, and it is extremely mysterious. I'm afraid it can't be just casually squeezed out with a few broken stones, right?

Or, what is the connection between the two.

He Fei scratched his ears and cheeks beside him, puzzled.

How could he have thought that these were all written by the same person?
It's the same as 'playing with mud', here is someone, she just can play different things.

Bei Chenyan picked up the last dustpan left, held it in his hand, and played around with it.

On this land, the air seemed to freeze.

After a moment of silence, he opened his mouth slowly, "Xiyue, how many things like this can you make?"

"In the past, it was difficult." Ling Xiyue met the man's dark eyes, her crimson and blood-stained lips slowly rose, with a mysterious arc, "Now, I have as much as you want."

Bei Chenyan's eyes suddenly turned cold.

(End of this chapter)