"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's obvious that I'm not tired of being hurt, so please praise 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 create four clones. Then he started to get busy with the four clones that had been separated first and had already replenished their soul power.
After Feng Miaomiao sat in a daze for a while, a stack of paper falling next to Tang Yanbing caught her eye.
Driven by curiosity, Feng Miaomiao walked over.
Picking up the paper, Feng Miaomiao sat 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 feel dizzy.
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.
Turn to page seven, and there are arms drawn on it. On page eight, there are still arms, seemingly one on the left and one on the right.
Until the ninth page, the dense lines on it are almost tangled and drawn with no less than ten colors, 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. .
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 mean?"
"Storm Crimson." Tang Yanbing answered while busy.
"Oh, so the storm is called red, so why does it want to eat red?"
Tang Yanbing raised his forehead and said: "It's the storm red, not the eating red, read 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 any further questions, but continued to scroll down.
After flipping through a few pages, Feng Miaomiao became more and more bored, so she simply put down the drawings and ran to the side 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 view, it was a house. In Tang Yanbing's eyes, it was just a graveyard, except that there was a small hole in the middle that could accommodate Feng Miaomiao.
After patting the dirt on his body, Feng Miaomiao got in while lying on his stomach.
But as soon as he got in, the house he had finally put up fell down with a roar, 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 was 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 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. As a result, she ran there and 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.
"I'm going to go get something."
"What to get?"
"Oh, brother Yan Bing, don't worry about so much. You will know when I get it later. Open the door for me quickly."
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 glanced 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 began a period of nudges and nudges, pestering Tang Yanbing to ask him to open the door to the space of the dead.
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 didn't consume much soul power, and it only required a little mental power, so it couldn't affect him at all. Therefore, in order to prevent Feng Miaomiao from bothering him again, Tang Yanbing simply kept the door to the Space of the Undead 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 was not until the afternoon that Feng Miaomiao slumped to 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 was not big, only two or three square meters, and she dug in small pieces of grass from the grass behind the dormitory building where Tang Yanbing lived. With her strength, she could only move a piece the size of her palm at a time. To get enough, or to put together such a large piece of grass in front of her, Feng Miaomiao would have to run back and forth a lot that 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. Strong, I have been busy all day.
