In the evening, Ding Hao went out.
He brought back a small mottled ancient aeroboat less than four or five meters long.
While being seen by the puzzled eyes of Ai Qing and the others, Ding Hao directly carried the airship into the hall, and then there came the clanging. Nobody knew what he was doing.
"Uncle Zhang, Uncle Ding is..." Ai Qing tried to ask Zhang Fan.
He knew Ding Hao's name by then. Ding Hao was annoyed that he often called himself the master and scolded him once or twice. Ai Qing was at the moment calling Ding Hao Uncle Ding, and naturally, Zhang Fan was addressed as Uncle Zhang.
Zhang Fan shook his head. "I can never guess what senior martial Ding is trying to do. A thing, no matter how hard it is, will become simple in his hands."
Ai Qing smiled and got a little close
