Chapter 18 A H-book

Comrade Xiao Xiangzi's work enthusiasm has been unprecedentedly high since he was a small workshop owner. With such an arm, Luo Qian could completely ignore Du Lengning's complaints about insufficient staff, and still threw the preparations for Luo's jewelry to both of them, focusing on his own smuggling industry.

There are still four days left for Wangyun Peak's auction period, and Luo Qian is preparing to go down to the realm.

Luo Qian replenished the immortal spirit energy by meditating. Now he was a little confused about his physical condition. It seemed that the "rebirth" skill was not that simple. After each use, he had to replenish the immortal spirit energy, but if it was not replenished, how many times could he persist, it still needs to be "explored". The current maximum number of times is: seven times.

Now Luo Qian is familiar with it. Even when he falls down the world, he will immediately use the invisibility technique and will not be discovered. Only the kind aunt complains to the pool where the water is rumbling about someone littering.

City x, Luo Qian came to his stronghold. His goal this time is not simple: weapons!

The battle with the Golden Turtle Immortal Soldier made Luo Qian see the huge power of the sniper rifle. As long as the power of the bullet is sufficient, a pistol can exert the same power. Luo Qian's target in the lower realm this time is the gun.

In China, gun control is very strict. Even if you can buy guns on the black market, it will not be a big-caliber advanced product. Luo Qian pursues power. He wishes to get a grenade launcher. Naturally, these domestic products are not favored by them.

It’s not that there are no good guns in China, but ordinary people can’t get them.

Luo Qian found a travel agency, used a fake passport, and took an outbound trip. The tour guide originally told him that it would take many days to form an outbound trip. Luo Qian was impatient when he heard it, and finally decided to tie it into a brick with RMB to knock her out, and it was indeed successful!

Luo Qian enjoyed the warm hospitality of American Airlines First Class and stretched with satisfaction. Thirteen hours later, Luo Qian set foot on the land of the United States of America.

His English is still acceptable, because of the contribution of the God King. The divine world is mixed, so there is a special magic that allows people to learn all languages ​​without a teacher. When Luo Qian first arrived at the God King, the God King used this magic on him, but Luo Qian himself didn't know it.

He walked casually on the street and found a weapon store in a dark alley. The bearded and strong shop owner did not show any interest in the guests who came to the door. In this country that claims to be free, buying a gun to defend itself is a good choice. There are many brand new guns on the shelves in the store, and of course there are some second-hand goods.

Luo Qian looked at it. Based on his understanding of guns, he really couldn't choose any suitable guns. "Tu Tu" he knocked on the table and asked the owner who was busy playing shooting games: "Is there a pistol with the greatest power?" The owner looked at him. A yellow man who was not tall, had to ask for the pistol with the greatest power as soon as he opened his mouth. Does he know how strong the back frustration of the pistol is?

The owner curled his lips: "desert eagle, 12.7mm, how about it?" When Luo Qian heard this, he had a big caliber, and he never knew that the caliber of the pistol was so big. "Yes." Luo Qian said.

The shop owner regretted it a little. After seeing the real gun, he would definitely regret it. He had such a small hand, and probably couldn't hold the gun handle. "Let me see." Luo Qian said. The shop owner had no choice but to lower his head, searched under the counter for a while, and took out a beautifully packaged gun box.

He put the box on the table: "Hey, friend, I think you'd better choose this, m1911a1, American police pistol, has good power and good operability. How about it?"

Luo Qian was very stubborn: "I want the greatest power." The shop owner rolled his eyes and said dissatisfiedly: "Brother, I am kind..." "Do you have the goods?" Luo Qian asked stiffly.

The owner put away m1911a1 in dissatisfaction and found another gray-white gun box. This box was much bigger than the one just now. The owner stretched out his hand and pushed: "desert eagle! This thing is not used to hit people at all. Only you guys who don't know how to buy it, hum!"

Luo Qian opened the gun box and a huge silver-white pistol. He picked it up casually. It took a few strokes, and the weight was really unclear, but for an immortal, what was this weight?

"I want bullets." Because of his poor English, Luo Qian acted very coldly. The two moves just now shocked the owner: the thin oriental man seemed to be less than seventy pounds, and his strength was so strong. The heavy desert eagle came to his hands and started playing around with it casually. With his cold performance, the owner suddenly felt a chill on his back and thought of a character: a killer!

The cold killer of Chinatown! The owner has heard a lot of legends about such people, lurkers in the dark, and synonyms for coldness and ruthlessness!

"Well, this, I want to see your gun permit." The owner touched the Remington under the counter.

Luo Qian threw his travel passport on the table casually.

"Crack!" The bullet was loaded, and a black muzzle was aimed at Luo Qian's chest. The owner stared at his eyes and said fiercely: "Get out of my store, otherwise I will smash your lungs with one shot!" Luo Qian smiled bitterly and opened his hands: "Relax, relax, my friend. I am here to trade, not to cause trouble." He raised his hands. Although he didn't care about the snatch on his chest, he didn't want to cause any trouble. It's better to have less trouble than more things.

He pulled out a stack of US dollars from his clothes, which was more than 5,000 dollars and threw it on the table: "I offer a high price! A box of bullets is enough..."

The shop owner looked at the banknotes, swallowed a saliva, and shook his head: "I'm sorry, I'll get into trouble." Luo Qian shook his head and said, "I'm a travel passport and will go back soon. You won't have anything to ask for." Luo Qian pulled out a stack of banknotes from his arms: "Add another five thousand dollars!" This was almost thirteen times the price of a gun. The shop owner finally couldn't stand the temptation and put away his rifle: "Do you promise not to use it on American territory?"

"I promise!"

The deal was successfully completed. Luo Qian left the United States with a large pistol and a large bullet. Before going abroad, Luo Qian exchanged the banknotes on the black market. With his ability, it was easy to avoid airport security checks.

After flying back to the country by himself, Luo Qian purchased from major jewelry stores and returned to the stronghold in City X to prepare to leave the human world. When he walked to the entrance of the community, the street lights on the street emitted orange-red light, and it was already night.

Under the street light at the door, a nest of people gathered around. Luo Qian walked by and a burst of discussion came. He was a little curious and leaned over to see that it turned out to be a tricycle filled with books.

The stall owner was a young man who warmly greeted Luo Qian: "Brother, let's have a book, it looks good!" Luo Qian shook his head. Most of the books on this kind of car were pirated, with poor printing quality and typos. The stall owner said, "Brother, look first, make sure it's good." As he said that, he pulled out one of the books, and Luo Qian took it over and took it. There was a beautiful woman wearing a veil on the writing, with four words on the side: The Legend of Immortality.

"Does there be traditional Chinese?" He asked casually. Even if this thing is put on, most immortals only recognize traditional Chinese characters, which is a pile of waste paper. It is really not easy to find traditional Chinese books in mainland China. Unexpectedly, the stall owner blurted out: "Yes! There happened to be a book printed incorrectly and printed into traditional Chinese..."

Luo Qian thought about it and paid for it.

Looking at the cover, Luo Qian knew that it must be a H book, and he took it back to Ling Xiaose. Li Fei'er hasn't come back for a long time, and Luo Qian really missed him. He asked him to find Li Fei'er back by himself, but Luo Qian really couldn't save face. The article can only be written on Ling Xiaose. No matter what, they are all relatives.

Now that I have a bag, Luo Qiancai is so confident and bold that he can't finish it in one trip and run again.

Put everything into the bag, Luo Qian used the secret technique and returned to the fairy world.

Originally, Xiao Xiangzi wanted to help refine this gun, but when Luo Qian found Xiao Xiangzi, he was standing on the roof of Zhenhuayuan Luo Family Jewelry, loudly calling out to the immortal workers how to build it. Luo Qian found his rare conscience and felt that he could no longer squeeze his surplus value. So he walked around the construction site and found an opportunity to stuff the jewelry from the lower realm to Xiao Xiangzi. Then, before Du Lengning came back to grab him, he applied oil to Qingpingyuan and slipped away.

A jade talisman was placed at the door of Ling's house. In less than a cup of tea, Ling Xiaose ran out happily, grabbed him and pulled into the woods: "Brother Luo, what are you doing recently? Every time I go to Fengshan, I don't see you. I haven't seen a new disc for a long time..."

Luo Qian smiled bitterly. He was really an otaku. He didn't know that I was doing well in Fengtong Mountain and rarely went back to Fengshan. "What good things have you brought me this time?" asked Otaku Ling. With a wave of his hand, a seal like a bubble fell down, blocking the breath of the two of them.

Luo Qian's mysterious place to go: "The Legend of Immortality": "Haha, please be satisfied." Ling Xiaose has been "not sure about the taste of meat" for several months and is quite hungry. When he saw the cover, his eyes lit up: "Is it the legendary H comic? This is a good thing, thank you brother Luo!"

Luo Qian laughed, stuffed the book into his arms, and patted him on the shoulder: "Do we two still need to be polite?" Ling Xiaose hurriedly put away the book, it is not suitable for viewing here.

"How much does this cost?" Ling Xiaose reached out to touch his wallet. Luo Qian said big belly: "You have not read anything for so long, just treat it as compensation I gave you. This time it's free." Ling Xiaose hurriedly said: "How can this be done? Brothers can settle the score clearly, right? I don't know how much this book costs, but it shouldn't be cheap. You take such a big risk, how can I be embarrassed..."
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