"I know, you are brother Yan Bing!" Feng Miaomiao pointed at Tang Yanbing.
Immediately, he quickly stepped forward and snatched the storage soul ring from Tang Yanbing's hand, with a proud look on his face. It was clear that he wanted to praise me if he was tired of me.
Tang Yanbing simply dealt with Feng Miaomiao, then held the bottle in his hand and began to absorb the soul power.
Seeing that no one was paying attention to her, Feng Miaomiao walked aside with an aggrieved look, found a place and sat down, resting her chin on her hands, and began to be in a daze.
On Tang Yanbing's side, after his soul power was restored, he used the head soul bone again to separate four clones. Then he started busy with the four clones that had been separated first and had been filled with soul power.
After Feng Miaomiao sat in a daze for a while, a stack of papers falling next to Tang Yanbing caught her eye.
Driven by curiosity, Feng Miaomiao walked over.
Picking up the paper, Feng Miaomiao sat down on the spot and started reading page by page.
What was drawn on the first page was a humanoid mechanical foot. The complex structure made Feng Miaomiao dizzy for a while.
Turning to the second page, there is a humanoid mechanical leg.
The third page is the thighs, the fourth page is still the feet, then the calves, then the thighs.
Turning to the seventh page, there are arms drawn on it. The eighth page still has arms, seemingly one on the left and one on the right.
Until the ninth page, the dense lines on it are almost tangled together, and no less than ten colors are used to draw them, but if you look closely, you can still see that the torso is drawn on it.
On the tenth page, there is a head drawn on it, but this head is extremely strange. It has neither a mouth nor a nose, nor ears. It has only one eye, and it grows in the middle, protruding outward like a cylinder.
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Turning to the eleventh page, what is drawn on it is a red robot. Combined with the previous pages, even Feng Miaomiao, who is not very bright, can see that the hands, feet, head and so on in the front are...
When finally put together, it should be this Iron Man.
Looking at the four big characters at the feet of Iron Man, Feng Miaomiao scratched her head, looked at Tang Yanbing and asked: "Brother Yan Bing, what do these four characters read, "Wind" or "Red"?
"Storm Crimson." Tang Yanbing answered while busy.
"Oh, it turns out that the storm is called red, so why does it want to eat red?"
Tang Yanbing raised his forehead and said: "It's the red storm, not the red one. Read it in the fourth tone!"
"Oh." Feng Miaomiao agreed, and then asked: "Then what is it used for?"
Tang Yanbing ignored Feng Miaomiao's question and continued to cut piece after piece of metal with his red dragon claws.
Seeing that Tang Yanbing didn't reply, Feng Miaomiao didn't ask further questions, but continued to scroll down.
After flipping through several pages, Feng Miaomiao became more and more bored, so she simply put down the drawings and ran aside to play by herself.
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An hour later, Feng Miaomiao, covered in mud, looked at her masterpiece and was very satisfied.
What was in front of her was a house made of dirt. At least in Feng Miaomiao's eyes, it was a house. But in Tang Yanbing's eyes, it was just a graveyard, but there was a place in the middle that could hold the house.
It's just a small hole in the lee of Miaomiao.
After patting the dirt on his body, Feng Miaomiao got in while lying on his stomach.
But as soon as we got in, the house that we finally put up fell down with a loud bang, and the earth on the roof fell, burying Feng Miaomiao inside.
By the time Tang Yanbing pulled Feng Miaomiao out of the pile of soil, Feng Miaomiao had changed. Her body was covered with mud, and her face and hair were covered with reddish-brown mud.
Only a pair of big black and white eyes blinked and blinked.
Tang Yanbing put Feng Miaomiao on the ground with a speechless expression and wiped the dirt from her face, saying that raising children is not easy.
Feng Miaomiao couldn't help but burst into tears when she saw that the house she had spent an hour building was gone.
But soon, she thought of another idea.
Since we can’t build a house, we can plant flowers.
However, looking at the hundreds of miles around, not to mention flowers, not even a single piece of wood, Feng Miaomiao was in trouble again.
Suddenly, she thought of something and ran towards the black door that appeared when she came in. When she ran there, she saw that the black door, which was still there, had long since disappeared without a trace.
"Brother Yan Bing, where is this door here?" Feng Miaomiao walked to Tang Yanbing, who had just pulled herself out of the pile of dirt, and asked.
"What do you want to do?" Tang Yanbing answered while making metal pipes one by one.
"I'm going out to get something."
"What to get?"
"Oh, brother Yan Bing, don't worry about so much. You will know when I get it. Please open the door for me."
Tang Yanbing was busy with the work at hand and said casually: "Go to the main body, I can't open it."
"Oh." Feng Miaomiao agreed, then looked at the busy Tang Yanbings who all looked exactly the same, and asked: "Which one is the main body?"
Tang Yanbing looked up, pointed at Tang Yanbing not far away with his chin, and said, "That's it." After that, he continued to work with his head down.
After receiving the guidance, Feng Miaomiao jumped up and ran over.
"Brother Yan Bing!" Feng Miaomiao jumped up, put her arms around Tang Yanbing's neck, and hung her whole body on his back. Then she started a round of hard work, pestering Tang Yanbing, and asked him to
The door to the space of the dead opens.
Tang Yanbing was a little impatient because of the entanglement. He was busy making parts and had no time to talk to Feng Miaomiao. He could only open the door to the space of the dead and let her play as she liked.
At first, the gate to the undead space did not consume much soul power, and it only required a little mental power, so it could not affect him at all. So in order to prevent Feng Miaomiao from bothering him again, Tang Yanbing simply kept the gate to the undead space open.
This made Feng Miaomiao extremely happy. As a child under six years old, although she is a girl, she is also very playful, so in the next day, Feng Miaomiao spent time with Tang Yan in the space of the dead.
Bing shuttled back and forth between dormitories.
It wasn't until the afternoon that Feng Miaomiao slumped down on the ground helplessly. The color of her originally white clothes could no longer be seen. Her face was covered with mud, and her hair was almost stained.
But looking at the small patch of green grass in front of her, a smile appeared on Feng Miaomiao's tired face.
The grass is not big, only two or three square meters, and these grasses are all dug out in small pieces by her from the grass behind the dormitory building where Tang Yanbing lives. With her strength, every time
He could only move a piece the size of his palm. To gather enough, or to put together a piece of grass as big as the one in front of him, Feng Miaomiao would have to run back and forth a lot every day.
Tang Yanbing had noticed Feng Miaomiao's behavior a long time ago, but he ignored her, thinking that Feng Miaomiao would give up after a few times. But to Tang Yanbing's surprise, Feng Miaomiao, a little girl, was so determined.