Wu Fan suddenly ran out. The young man thought he was urinating, but his father and the old lady would never think that the young man must have gone out to find something, because it was impossible to make such clothes with existing materials. The young man was very fast, and his language was not understandable to anyone, and he could not keep up with his brain circuit.

But if you really treat him as a brainless boy, then you are a real brainless boy with his own style of doing things and his breeze-like personality, which is suitable for the setting of a genius character.

There are many geniuses in the world who are considered idiots, and Wu Fan is such a person at this moment.

Of course, to be precise, he is not such a person, because he did not intend to use the system he used, but for the sake of this old lady, she planned to use the system to quickly find the other party's flaws, and then use the great man to make a shocking dress, winning the game to drive the two bastards away.

After waiting for three minutes, the boy did not come back, and after 5 minutes, the boy did not come back.

The old lady was a little worried. Will there be any problems with the boy? He would not think that the boy would run away was loyal to him and always looked like a very obedient boy.

"Hahahahahahahahaha, is that bastard your apprentice? You must lose, old lady. You were going to give you a chance to not cherish it yourself, and you also want your useless apprentice to make such clothes. This kind of discrimination is so difficult that he can do with a small broken apprentice. You will be so heartbroken!"

The young man kept saying rudely and kept mocking the old lady. The old lady turned a deaf ear, as if she had not heard anything blocked it. The young man was still chattering. Suddenly, his father slapped him around the ground and sang three times. The young man was almost crying.

"Dad, why are you hitting me? I'm going out with you, that old woman who doesn't get into the air, so what if I sarcastically mock him?"

"Do you know that you are not big or young? When your master was alive, he respected that old woman very much. Although we passed the challenge, we were not the insulting people who came to insult others. We always humiliate others. Haven't you ever heard such a lesson?"

"This is the old lady who is buried halfway through the soil. We are afraid that he will do anything. Moreover, the incompetent apprentice has scared away. We have already won. Why are you hitting me, my dear? You are such a confused person, right?"

"You are a rebellious man, how can you say such things? I'm raising you for nothing, just watch, that boy will come back soon!" The middle-aged man was a little angry. His son was spoiled by him. He has been a mother since he was a child. He bought him whatever he wanted and bought him whatever he wanted. As long as he could buy, he never cared about anything, the boy was completely finished. Today he even hoped that if he lost the porcelain game, he could teach this little broken boy a lesson.

But after waiting for 15 minutes, the kid hadn't come back yet. Has the kid really escaped? The incense stick was about to be finished soon, leaving only a little bit the size of his thumb.

Maybe the appearance will be burned in six or seven minutes. If the incense is burned, Xiaohuan will take the initiative to admit defeat before he comes back. It is very likely that he gave up the competition and did not find the right materials. The old lady didn't blame the boy, but blamed himself for believing in the boy too much. How could he make such clothes? Although its tailoring technology is too superb or even surpassing himself, his experience is limited after all. He may have thought of many problems and thought he had succeeded, but he encountered a bottleneck in the real operation. This cannot be blamed on him, but he can only blame myself, the old lady. Is it because I lost this year that I lost such a big person in front of these two juniors? The old lady's expression at this moment has changed slightly at this moment. He doesn't believe that he can turn the right thing back today.

Just when the old lady was so depressed, the boy ran back.

It's strange that he held a lot of colored pens in his hand. I don't know what he did with those pens. And he bought more than one set, bought 67 sets of colored pens, and used 67 buckets to pack them. What are you doing? It's so strange. Do you want to make colorful things with just these two single-color fabrics? This is simply a delusion. This young man has so many strokes, even if he can draw, it's impossible to draw them in such a short time. What's going on? Is this young man crazy? His speed is too slow, why is he back now and has made so many troubles? The middle-aged man finally felt relieved that the young man bit his teeth. It was because of this little brat that he was slapped twice by his father. He will definitely teach him a bastard a lesson in a while.

"I'm sorry, I went out to buy something, and then I started. Don't worry, old lady, don't worry, that old brother, don't worry, too!" Wu Fan kept muttering to him, treating the two guys as the flesh on his face that blocked the middle-aged man's face.

He was afraid that this young man would be talking nonsense?

Wu Fan finally made some moves. He took a bucket and squeezed some paint in it. Then he put the fabric he had just cut into it. After shaking it a few times, he took out the fabric inside with his hands, threw it green twice, put it in the bucket again, and counterstained it again. After a brief observation of the color of the fabric, he used a hairdryer to tame it and blow it dry at this moment. At this moment, the one that was about to burn out. He turned on the sewing machine and stepped on the fabric desperately at the sewing machine.

The messy fabric was actually under the sewing machine, and there were some conditioning. The sleeves of the clothes were out, the big gold of the clothes came out, and the front and back of the clothes were all sewn together.

Then he also went to make pants, and he finished the legs of the pants in one go, just like a machine-like speed.

The middle-aged man finally understood that the dye of the clothes was so appropriate in color, red, yellow inside, black inside, white inside, and green inside. All kinds of colors were available, but they were very, very appropriate, mixed but not messy, gorgeous but not charming. All the fabrics were placed in the right position, and all the colors were painted in normal positions.

When the incense burns out, the wind blows and the ash disappears.

The clothes and pants were all out. The clothes that the boy left in his hand were smiling and stared at the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man was a little moved. He had never seen such a magical technique before, but his son called again, and he walked up to Wu Fan and said.
Chapter completed!