"How about it, my brother is talking......"

Just when Nie Qingwu was thinking nonsense, the dinosaur that Ye Feng pinched had already been completed.

"Wow, brother, you're so amazing!"

Immediately after, Xiaobao exclaimed, and his praise for Ye Feng was overwhelming.

Cut, just a broken mud man, can it be so exaggerated?

This guy can only bluff the ignorant children.

Nie Qingwu pursed his lips and looked at the dinosaur pinched by Ye Feng with disdain.

But with a glance, her eyes couldn't be taken away!

The dinosaur pinched by Ye Feng is too realistic, with two legs erected and roaring towards the sky, it is vivid, if it is not muddy and yellow, it will almost make people suspect that as long as it is put on the ground, this thing can spread its legs and run.

How can his hands be so skillful?

Nie Qingwu grew her mouth, she felt that almost all the clay figurines pinched by Ye Feng could be used as art exhibitions.

"It's a little meaning, what is it to pinch dinosaurs, my brother is even more powerful at pinching talents, exactly the same as real people......"

Ye Feng smiled proudly.

When he was in Yuanhu Village, the clay figurines he pinched were invincible opponents in the same village, and even the old man who was a pervert saw it, and he was amazed, saying that his hands were unfortunately a little big, otherwise he was definitely a good hand at delivering babies to women.

"Then brother, can you make a clay figure that looks like me?"

When Xiaobao heard this, he looked at Ye Feng pleadingly and said, "As long as you are willing to pinch it again, brother, I will give you a good thing." ”

Good stuff?

Ye Feng's heart moved slightly, pretending to be casual, and said with a smile: "Okay, let's talk." ”

"Words count!"

Xiaobao nodded, and then ran towards the ravine on the side.

Ye Feng smiled, then grabbed a little mud and began to pinch it, three times and two times, and pinched a miniature version of Xiaobao.

The appearance of the little nose and small eyes is exactly the same as Xiaobao's naughty and cute appearance, this craftsmanship is simply amazing.

It's a shame that this guy is a doctor, he should be a clay figure artist!

Looking at Ye Feng's dexterous methods, Nie Qingwu sighed with emotion.

But what surprised her a little was that after Xiaobao's clay figure was pinched, Ye Feng did not stop, but continued to pinch it.

After a while, a sword-eyed star-eyed, jade-tree windy clay figure appeared in his hand.

This guy is narcissistic!

Looking at the face of the clay man, Nie Qingwu snorted and laughed.

This clay figure is not Ye Feng himself, who can it be?

Huh? What else is he going to pinch?

But before Nie Qingwu was ready to open his mouth to laugh at Ye Feng's shameless behavior, Ye Feng grabbed another piece of yellow mud and stuck it to the side of the clay figure, and began to pinch it again.

Obviously, this is a woman with straight legs, a slender waist, and a very straight breast......

Shameless guy, I don't know which woman you care about......

Nie Qingwu glanced at Ye Feng with disdain, feeling that this guy should be pinching which of his old looks.

But soon, she couldn't laugh anymore.

Because the facial features of the clay figure are not others, but her.

However, what is infuriating is that the clay figure Nie Qingwu was pinched by Ye Feng and tilted his head slightly, looking at the clay man Ye Feng with admiration!

And what made Nie Qingwu even more angry was that she wore a corset every day, and her chest was flat enough to take off and land planes.

But this thing pinched her bee waist and thin hips and chest, and the proportions of her body were exactly the same as the proportions of her body when she took off her clothes.

Obviously, this clay figure should have been made according to the signs of peeking at her in the shower during military training.

"How's that, like you?"

In one go, after outlining the expression of Nie Qingwu, Ye Feng took the clay figure and asked with a smile.

"No, not at all!" Nie Qingwu denied with a clear conscience.

"Really?"

Ye Feng glanced at her playfully, then put his hand on the head of the clay figure Nie Qingwu, and said, "Since that's the case, then I have to crush it." ”

"Don't ......," Nie Qingwu hurriedly stopped.

Although the clay figure that Ye Feng pinched out deliberately magnified some of the signs of her body, all in all, she still liked this clay figure that was exactly like herself.

And what she can't deny is that this clay figure Nie Qingwu has a femininity that she doesn't have.

It's a shame to ruin such a beautiful work of art.

"Alas, when will you change your honest character......

Ye Feng shook his head helplessly, handed over the clay figure, and said, "I've given it to you." ”

Nie Qingwu was overjoyed when he heard this, hurriedly took over the clay figure, and after taking a closer look, he looked at Ye Feng and said, "Can you remove the half of you and keep me alone?"

The way her clay figure stared at the clay figure Ye Feng with admiration on her face looked too embarrassing.

Especially a man and a woman are clay figures, which look like a couple, and I am afraid that people will think about them a lot at home.

"The two clay figures are holding hands, if you want to cut it, you can only cut it off with your hand, do you want her to have one arm?" Ye Feng shrugged and said.

Nie Qingwu took a look and found that the clay man's hands were indeed tightly held together, and if he cut it, he would be disabled.

"Then you can keep this and pinch it for me, okay?" Nie Qingwu frowned slightly and hesitated.

"I have a rule that I only pinch three clay figurines a month. Ye Feng said with a smile on his face: "If you don't want it, I'll keep it for myself." ”

"Can't I do it yet......" Nie Qingwu said with a depressed expression.

The rule of only pinching three clay figurines a month is obviously deceiving, it is nothing more than Ye Feng asking her to only ask for this pair of clay figurines.

"Big brother, have you made a good clay figurine? I brought you something good......

At this moment, Xiaobao rushed out of the ravine with a large handful of white flowers on his face excitedly.

"Wow, big brother, you're so good! Isn't this me?"

Running to the front, after seeing the clay figure that Ye Feng had pinched, Xiaobao's eyes lit up, and after stuffing things to Ye Feng, he picked up his own clay figure and looked at it carefully.

White grass root?

Ye Feng picked up the handful of white flowers in his hand and looked at it, and couldn't help but smile.

This thing, which is no stranger to the children in the mountains, is the rhizome of a plant called white grass.

After picking up one and putting it in his mouth and chewing it, a familiar sweetness with a slight grass astringency appeared in Ye Feng's mouth.

"Xiaobao, do you usually eat this?"

Ye Feng asked Xiaobao while recalling the pharmacology of white grass root.

"Hmm...... I eat this a lot, it's sweet, it's much better than sugar. Unfortunately, I took it home to my mother, and she said that it was for pigs, and she wouldn't let me eat it if she didn't eat it. Xiaobao replied casually while playing with the clay figurines.

White grass root, antiemetic blood, typhoid fever, edema, jaundice, anti-alcohol poison...... Lung fever and shortness of breath!

And at the same time as Xiaobao's words were spoken, Ye Feng also recalled the content of Bai Maogen in the Medicine King's Heart Sutra.

And when the words 'lung fever and shortness of breath' appeared in his mind, his eyes suddenly brightened.

"Found it! I found it!"

Immediately after, he suddenly turned around, grabbed Nie Qingwu's shoulders, and shook it vigorously with excitement.

(End of chapter)