Douyin's Craft King

"Why didn't you tell me earlier, it scared me."

Zhang Qingchu said with a face of resentment.

"You didn't give me a chance to say it!"

Ye Heng smiled and said: "Besides, it was the black egg who deliberately scare you, I didn't do anything..."

"Black egg, you come down for me."

Zhang Qingchu said.

"No."

With the last lesson, how dare the black egg come down, and quickly said: "Miss, I'm just joking, and you should thank me."

"You deliberately scare me, and I want to thank you"

"Isn't it right? Without the eighth master, how could you eat my master's tofu, Miss?"

Heidan said solemnly: "Only my eighth master can do such a powerful assist, please call me my wingman eighth master in the future."

Zhang Qingchu thought about it too.

But in front of Ye Heng, it was impossible for her to admit what Heidan said.

Although he was still intimidating the black egg, he was just pretending.

Xiaoqing on the ground was aggrieved to death, it didn't even know what happened.

Xiaoqing climbed up slowly along Ye Heng's calf, from the calf to the waist, then to Ye Heng's arm, and finally climbed along the arm to Ye Heng's head.

It seems that Ye Heng's head is a very comfortable resting place.

Xiaoqing was actually there: Ye Heng's head was directly coiled together.

Every organ beast is equal to Ye Heng's child, Xiaoqing's behavior is like a child acting like a spoiled child towards his father, it's nothing.

The key point is that Xiaoqing's body is green.

This way, it looks like a green hat.

In China, men can never tolerate wearing such a winking hat.

3.0 "Master, Xiaoqing put a green hat on you! Eh."

The black egg guy always shouts which pot he can't open and lift.

Zhang Qingchu couldn't help laughing when she saw it.

He was actually ridiculed by the black egg, and Ye Heng threw a look at him.

The originally proud black egg suddenly felt bad.

He flew over quickly, grabbed Xiaoqing with his claws, and took it away from Ye Heng's head.

While flying, he educated him if he had something to do with it: "Brother Xiaoqing, you are so ignorant, how can you climb on top of the master's head to rest?"

As he said that, he said to Ye Heng, "Master, don't worry, I will definitely educate younger brother Xiaoqing."

"Leave Xiaoqing, and you can get out of here."

Ye Heng said.

"Got it."

The black egg readily agreed, without any morals.

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Chapter [-] was blocked by black eggs

: Three shifts, I'm so tired! The black eggs flew out of the house, looking for fun in the yard.

Ye Heng grabbed Xiaoqing in his hand, and Xiaoqing wrapped his body on Ye Heng's arm.

Looking from a distance, Ye Heng's arm seemed to be painted green.

Zhang Qingchu was no longer as frightened as before.

Curiously looked at Xiaoqing.

It turns out that Xiaoqing is not like a real snake... terrifying.

A real snake, with scales on the outside giving a feeling of infiltration.

Xiaoqing is completely different. Instead, she looks cute and cute.

Although the scales on the surface of the body were the same as the real ones, Zhang Qingchu knew that they were just carved by Ye Heng.

Coupled with the look on Ye Heng's eyes, if he didn't know, he would have completely regarded Xiaoqing as a real snake.

Zhang Qingchu tried to touch the surface of Xiaoqing's scalp with her hands.

Xiaoqing seemed to be enjoying it.

Compared with the mechanical beasts made before, Xiaoqing is more like a well-behaved child.

"How do you think of making a mechanical beast snake 28"

Zhang Qingchu felt that the feeling of touching Xiaoqing was good, so she couldn't help asking.

"Learn about the zodiac signs."

Ye Heng smiled mysteriously.

Zhang Qingchu couldn't help covering his mouth and said in surprise, "Don't you really want to make all the zodiac signs?"

"Maybe."

Ye Heng laughed.

"By the way, come to the bedroom with me, and I'll show you something."

Zhang Qingchu said.

"what"

Ye Heng was curious and followed.

At this time, the sound of black eggs came from the yard.

"Who are you?"

Black Egg was looking for fun in the yard, but he didn't expect a group of strangers to come in the yard.

"Does the craftsman Master Ye live here?"

Chang Zishi looked at the myna bird in front of him and asked.

"This should be the talking starling made by that boy."

Chang Zi really thought to himself.

Ye Heng's craft video, Chang Zishi has done a lot of tutoring as a homework.

And the starling who can only talk, Chang Zishi is naturally no stranger.

Because this starling is amazing, not only can talk, but also tell stories.

It's going crazy on the internet.

Some people say that there are organs in the starling, some people say that the starling can talk because the young man can speak ventriloquism next to him.

There are also some people who think that the master craftsman can make such a magical thing.

Chang Zishi didn't come alone. There were two old people beside him, one surnamed Wu, a master of leaf carving craftsmanship, and the other surnamed Hu, a master painter.

They are all association masters of the Tongcheng Craft Association.

"You have something to do with my master.

"

The black group asked.

"I've heard of Master Ye's name for a long time."

Chang Zishi smiled and said, "I am the president of the Tongcheng Craft Association, Chang Zishi, I came here today to visit Master Ye."

"visit"

Hei Dan looked at the old man with a suspicious look on his face. Chang Zi was stunned when he heard the words. He had no idea that the bird would say such a thing.

"It can be said yes, or it can be said no."

Chang Tzu laughed.

He is a master, and if he directly says that he is a fan of a young man, he is missing his own face and identity.

"Why are you so ambiguous, old man?"

Heidan said dissatisfied: "Your answer, I am not satisfied with the eighth master, I am not satisfied with the eighth master, it is impossible for you to see my master."

When Chang Zishi heard Heidan's words, [-] grass and mud horses galloped in his heart.

What kind of thing this bird is talking about, it's more eloquent than he is.

"Could it be that this bird really has a mechanism, someone is manipulating it behind the scenes"

Chang Zishi thought to himself.

Then I looked around, and I didn't see anything tricky.

Several reporters followed behind Chang Zishi.

The profession of a reporter is exactly... that kind of... opening a picture, and the content depends entirely on editing.

And this young master craftsman, these reporters have long wanted to interview him.

Just never had a chance.

Not to mention that the location is so remote, and this young man has already said that reporters should not be disturbed.

Even if it comes, it will only be ashes.

Now there is just an opportunity.

Led by the president of the City Craftsmen Association, he came to visit this young master craftsman.