Ren Tian traveled into the Anti-Japanese War period, and as soon as he bound the copy system, he stared at the wooden basin in the corner. I pressed my palms against the edge of the basin and waited for five full minutes before the copy was successful. I saw that my mental strength was only nine points. He opened the bed board and took out the hidden box. When the copy progress bar filled up, the sound of the Japanese patrol's boots could be heard outside the window. System pop-up window: Sign in successfully, reward upper limit of mental power +5. Ren Tian clutched the cold barrel of the gun and grinned: First make a hundred copies of it. He counted nine points of mental energy left, and there was a muffled sound of Japanese soldiers smashing the door with rifle butts outside the door. Ren Tian stuffed the newly copied first pistol into his waistband and put the original version back into the wooden box and closed it. The door panel rang again. He bent down and kicked the wooden box back to the bottom of the bed, and used the instep of his feet to push the ashes to cover the traces. Then he stood up, dusted his hands, and walked toward the door. When he passed by the washbasin stand, he paused, reached out and picked up the replica tub and bumped it - the weight and thickness were the same as the original one. He put the tub back on the shelf, straightened it, and then pulled the latch. The Japanese soldier outside the door was raising the butt of his rifle and preparing to hit him for the third time.
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