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The mixed solution that was as clear as water in the container flashed colorful brilliance after being heated, very bright.

Raymond, who was standing next to him, was holding two flasks in his hands, which contained the bitterness water extracted from the porcelain body, and the bitterness binder that had been processed and refined by himself.

The jelly-like bitterness water was carefully poured into the heated container in volumes of five milliliters each time, while the bitterness adhesive was added in proportions of three milliliters each time.

Raymond, with red dots flashing in his pupils, has two graphs in his sight. He is nervously watching the temperature of the container displayed by the chip and the curve representing the degree of viscosity, and he has to adjust it according to the prompts of the chip from time to time. , so that the mixed solution in the heating container can be improved.

Thirteen Baidu...

Fifteen Baidu...

When the mixture in the heating container became viscous, the temperature displayed in the sight had already reached 1800 degrees, which was just above the temperature required for the body of a porcelain figure to melt.

A large amount of data was refreshed in sight, and soon the chip displayed the final required amount of materials.

Two milliliters of bitterness binder, six milliliters of bitterness water, and one hundred and seventy grams of purple clay from the Far East!

Raymond, who no longer directly poured the relevant materials into the container, immediately weighed the relevant materials according to the requirements of the chip. After confirming that the quantity was correct, he returned to the side of the heating container and poured the three materials together. go in.

Gulp, gulp...

The mixture in the container that was still heating made a low sound, and with Raymond's slow stirring, it eventually turned into a large sticky substance, but the bright color was intoxicating.

The hidden energy breath diffused from this jelly-like mixture, attracting the breeze formed by the free energy in the environment, and even caused the flames of the heater to flutter.

Raymond had a smile on his face. Seeing this, he took the wing-shaped mold that was placed next to him, carefully picked up the heated container, and slowly poured the plastic mixture weighing more than ten kilograms into the mold.

The viscous and shiny plastic substance finally entered the mold, but even this kind of wood, which can withstand high temperatures of more than 2,000 degrees, still has a burnt smell after being scalded.

The mold, which was two meters wide but only 15 centimeters thick, was carefully fastened by Lei Meng, and then placed on the long table in the center of the room by Lei Meng, waiting for it to cool down slowly.

Raymond sat quietly in the room and waited. After a while, he couldn't bear the slowly decreasing temperature, so he had to give instructions to Anita, a porcelain girl with a worried face in the corner of the room. "You come to monitor the temperature change, and you will notify me after the temperature of the mold drops to 100!"

The porcelain girl Anita, who had been watching Raymond nervously with her lips pursed, let out a cheer when she heard the sound. But after she jumped up, she stomped on the floor of the room again, sinking one of her feet.

I stuck out my tongue embarrassingly. Anita made a grimace and walked over carefully avoiding the floors that had been trampled by her. But she didn't even dare to sit on a chair, but sat cross-legged on the floor directly. "My lord, can I install the mold after it cools down?"

Raymond, who didn't give a direct answer, stretched out his hand and rubbed the porcelain girl Anita's head, but such a move immediately caused Anita's complaints and anger.

"Wait, the final fusion control is the most important thing. It's too early to say anything!" Raymond laughed and looked at the porcelain girl Anita who hid her head aside, but a picture appeared in front of her eyes. Little Stacie's smile. "Stacy won't complain, she likes me being so close..."

"Who is Stacey?" Curiosity flashed in her eyes. The cute and lovely porcelain girl Anita moved her body to Raymond's legs, raised her head, stared into Raymond's eyes, and questioned. "Is she your wife?"

Lei Meng, who laughed heartily at the sound, immediately shook his head, with a longing expression on his face, hesitated for a moment, and then talked about little Stacie.

The same stubbornness, but little Staci, who became an orphan, gradually grew up beside Raymond, with a cheerful and mature heart, and finally gradually transformed from a little girl into a slim young Staci, in Raymond's mind has an irreplaceable position.

Without adulterated desires, without any thoughts of calculation and planning, after telling the story to the porcelain girl Anita, Lei Meng finally discovered that little Staci had become an inseparable relative for him.

Unknowingly, listening to Lei Meng’s story about Little Staci’s porcelain girl, Anita, her eyes became a little moist. Anita, who was not breathing but whose chest was heaving violently, finally snuggled up to Lei Meng’s legs. Made a dreamlike murmur. "I really envy Miss Staci, your disappearance must have made her very sad..."

"The world is unpredictable, who could have predicted that such a thing would happen," Lei Meng, whose eyes became erratic, also expressed bitter emotion. "Before I left, I still carried such a high debt. I hope she will not suffer any difficulties during my departure..."

Raymond, whose thoughts were lost in memories, no longer spoke, but recalled bits and pieces of the time when he was with little Staci, with a gratified or joyful smile on his face from time to time.

But Anita, the porcelain girl with envy shining in her eyes, put her cheek on Lei Meng's leg, leaned her body on it, and then turned her gaze to the temperature placed on the wooden wing box. It showed that there was apprehension on his face.

Time passed slowly, and when Raymond felt that he was being pushed, Raymond woke up and saw the smile on Anita's face beside him, and the temperature display on the table that had dropped to less than 100.

"Remove the clothes on the back, ready to install!" Raymond gave the command, immediately got up and dragged the wing mold on the table to his face, and began to remove the mold with a sharp knife on the table.

A moment later, the complete wings shining with dazzling colors were taken out of the mold, and Lei Meng, who inspected them carefully, was very satisfied with the wings that had condensed and cooled down.

The two pairs of wings, two big and two small, were designed to imitate the wings of a butterfly. Although they were not light after being taken out, after Raymond conducted an internal inspection with the help of the chip's magnification function, the large amount of material that made up the wings The air hole made Raymond smile.

Carefully placing the heavy wings on the table, Lei Meng turned around and saw the porcelain girl Anita with her back exposed, ready to go.

Taking the drill-like tool placed on the table in his hand, Lei Meng, who had found the position again, explained softly. "It hurts a bit, hold back and don't move!"

Anita, the porcelain girl who agreed with a soft snort, straightened her body, and the skin on her fair and smooth back trembled slightly.

After carefully fixing the drill bit in place, Raymond immediately began to twist it. With the sound of porcelain being polished, the porcelain girl Anita also let out a cry of pain, and her body also appeared Trembling uncontrollably.

There was nothing Raymond could do about the unavoidable injury. He could only speed up and formed four mounting holes on the back of the porcelain girl Anita. Four inches long and short scars formed on his back.

"It's the last step, be patient," Raymond said as he put the tool in his hand on the table, looking at the porcelain girl Anita who was about to faint from the pain, who had no blood flowing out, he could only continue to encourage her. . "If you can't help it, yell!"

"No problem, I can persevere!" The crisp voice became hoarse, but the porcelain girl Anita still stretched her body straight. "You start!"

His face had turned pale, but Raymond, who brought the wings and the flame nozzle, had no choice but to point the white flame at the joints of the wings after installing the wings, and started burning and roasting... …(to be continued..)