The mere presence of firearms, and there were a hundred of them, not to mention countless replacements for gunpowder.
Xiang Ying's eyes shone brightly.
She reached out to touch the firearms, squinting to check the muzzle of the gun.
But was pushed down by Jie Chen: "Don't point this thing at your own face; you need to be careful."
Seeing his frowning expression, Xiang Ying smiled, "I know this, don't worry, I'm very familiar with how to use it."
Afterward, Xiang Ying didn't chat much longer, reaching out her hand, she collected all the weapons into her space right in front of Jie Chen.
Jie Chen's expression turned serious: "These weapons, half of them don't look like they were made in Nanyue."
Hearing this, Xiang Ying looked back at him: "What do you mean, these were plundered from Xizhou?"
Jie Chen bent over, his long, slender, cold-white fingers picked up some of the fire ash from the ground and rubbed it.
