The stones on the ground were magically erected in the hands of a wooden stick to build a pyramid-like building, and then the urn pointed angrily at the stone road "master room!" "
The sound of the mallet is deep and deep, as if there are dozens of resonance cavities in the chest.
Not far from Zhuang, I stared blankly at the pyramid. Can this thing live? Isn’t the pyramid for the dead? Fall!
体型差距摆在那里即便是棒槌石块搭建模型对庄不远来说也很大了他探头进去就看到里面几乎是实心……
这特么能住人？
“棒槌里面要大一点”庄不远对棒槌道
棒槌抓抓脑袋伸出手从里面向外掏石块掏着掏着金字塔模型哗啦一倒塌了
棒槌呆呆看着眼前倒塌金字塔茫然道“怎么可能？砣人搭建主人房怎么会倒……”
“你掏了里面支撑物……当然会倒了……”庄不远手加额
“不怪棒槌棒槌是最好石匠！”棒槌摇头推卸责
庄不远翻个白眼“金字塔不行你会建别吗？”
棒槌想了想又摆弄了起来不多时一个由巨大石柱撑起来建筑模型又出现在了地
“主人房！”
“这也不是主人房这是神庙这某种程度也是给死人住！”
庄不远语这次倒是有点进步但是……
他探头向里看了看道“柱太多了而且采光太差！”
整个古罗马式建筑到处耸立着高高柱自己又不是跳钢管舞要那么多柱干啥……
棒槌又嘟囔着拆柱拆了半天神庙哗啦一又倒成了一地石块
“什么！棒槌是最好石匠！！”棒槌双手抱头已经怀疑人生
什么会倒？
“你不能直接拆柱啊……你就不会更改一结构吗？”庄不远也怀疑人生了简直和棒槌法交流！
"It’s the landlord who let the wooden stick tear down the stone pillar!" It’s not far from the village with a wooden stick.
The wooden stick knocked down the temple model again, and after a while, another model was piled up.
"No, this thing is a church, and this thing is not for people to live in! I don’t want so high windows and so spires … "
The wooden stick was changed again, and sure enough, a few seconds later, the model crashed to the ground again.
"You should pay attention to a structure!"
"What is the structure? Can you eat? "
"You stupid wooden stick!"
"The wooden stick is not stupid! It’s the landlord who gives orders! The wooden stick is a good stonemason! "
"The wooden stick is a rotten stonemason!"
"The landlord is rotten!"
"rotten stonemason!"
"Hum, anyway, the wooden stick is a rotten stonemason!" A stick with a stalk and a neck fell backwards, and it became a stone all over the floor. It really became a rotten stonemason …
Zhuang was so angry that he kicked the wooden stick in the head and then held his foot and it hurt.
A group of servants shook their heads.
Haven’t these two grown up yet?
Sure enough, we quarreled again.
Not far from Zhuang, clutching his chest, he sat on a round stone and suffered from pneumothorax.
I’ve been grinding this guy with a wooden stick for days. This guy is as stubborn as a stone. Wait, this guy is a stone.
Zhuang not far away found that building stones is like a kind of energy for wooden sticks. They can pile up stones in various shapes at will, and once they finish the structure, they will be stable, but they don’t seem to understand anything, let alone what structure is and what strength is.
If it’s all right, it’s just that they are stubborn and refuse to build a village. They will build three kinds of modern styles over and over again, that is, pyramid style, temple style and church style …
What kind of hot days did the ancient manor owners live?
Can this kind of thing live in people? Fall!
Is this why the manor owners rely most on masons? The strongest stonemason in the manor owner’s era?
"What a stupid wooden stick!"
"Stupid landlord is not allowed to sit on the club!" The wooden stick was also angry. Not far from Zhuang, the butt sat on a round stone and suddenly rolled over to the manor.
Not far from Zhuang, his ass was almost cracked. Lying on the ground, he looked up and looked at the rumble of dozens of round stones and rolled away together. It was really crying.
I am such a manor owner that I feel so unfulfilled.
"Ji … Wu Ji ~" Then suddenly I saw Xiaofu hanging upside down from the branch not far from Zhuang, grinning and grinning.
"Still selling cute all blame you and Daniel! Let me not even live in a room now! "
Sleeping in the carriage house is not far away and it will collapse.
"Master Zhuang … don’t be angry." Big wood came over to comfort Zhuang. "In fact, that’s the character of the people. It is said that the former manor owner can’t help them."
It’s not like comforting Zhuang after this comfort, which means I don’t care at all.
"Besides, I have been dormant for most of my life, and the wooden stick is still a child. He is at most the same age as Diandian now. You can teach him slowly and he will."
"Ah, a child?" Not far from Zhuang, stare big.
Perhaps this is the so-called expected deviation.
Not far from Zhuang, he saw that he was a talented engineer, but actually the wooden stick was a kid sitting on the ground building blocks.
Zhuang, what have I done?
He is going to regret it.