"Is this what you said is fun?"

The uncle smiled and nodded: "Yes."

Huo Qingke's Dead Fish Eye: "Can I come to such a tall and noble place?"

Uncle Junior: "Of course, I can. Before, I have reported your name and your political review has been reviewed and approved."

Huo Qingke wiped his face and never thought that he would be subject to political trial one day.

Such a tall man is really not suitable for him!

Finally, Huo Qingke signed a confidentiality agreement and followed his uncle into the research institute.

The uncle patted Huo Qingke on the shoulder and smiled and said, "Don't be bitter, I'll take you to see good things, I'll make sure you like it."

Huo Qingke pulled his mouth and yelled twice.

Uncle Master: "Really, after you see it, please make sure to run to the research institute every day."

Huo Qingke didn't believe that anything could attract him to go to a place where the style of the institute was completely incompatible with him.

The uncle of the junior teacher took Huo Qingke to see three finished products with a smile.

Looking at the three tall and majestic mechas, Huo Qingke was stunned.

He pointed to the mecha and said, "Tell me, these three are not toys."

Uncle Junior: "Of course it's not a toy."

Huo Qingke swallowed and asked carefully: "So, they are really bad things about mechas? Can they wear mechas that participate in the battle?"

The uncle nodded: "Yes."

Huo Qingke took a breath and rushed towards the direction of the three mechas.

Unfortunately, the outer edge of the mecha was filled with bulletproof glass. Huo Qingke directly threw himself on the glass and pressed his handsome face into a big pie face.

The uncle of the junior teacher dragged Huo Qingke's collar and walked out: "It's enough to show you. Do you really want to go up and turn on the mecha?"

Huo Qingke: "I don't open it, I just want to touch it with my own hands."

Uncle Xiaoshi: "Project Group C is making a new model of mecha. You can go there as a helper and participate in making mechas with your own hands."

Huo Qingke's eyes lit up as soon as they brushed their faces: "Really?"

The uncle of the junior teacher directly brought the person to Group C and made him a little assistant serving tea and water.

Huo Qingke was so happy that he ran around happily every day without feeling the hard work at all.

The uncle was sitting in front of the computer, manipulating the game characters with one hand, while thinking about what kind of black technology he would do next.

Huo Qingke came over, holding two lunch boxes in his hand, which were his lunch and his uncle.

The young master of the former wealthy family has now grown into a qualified assistant.

"Boss, today there are sweet and sour pork ribs and steamed sea bass." He put one of the lunch boxes on his desk and glanced at the computer screen.

On the screen, the disciple of Yi Jianmen controlled by the uncle of the junior master was flying in mid-air with his sword.

Huo Qingke couldn't help but say, "I would have liked to fly with my sword."

Children today all have a dream of martial arts fairy tale.

The uncle blinked his eyes and said, "Okay, I'll make a flying sword for you."

Huo Qingke: "??"

Huo Qingke rushed to the junior uncle: "Boss, are you serious?"

The uncle of the junior teacher calmly opened the lunch box: "Eat first, go to the workshop after dinner."

Huo Qingke was so excited. He knew the ability of his uncle. Since he said it, he would definitely be able to make it.

Flying sword!

Flying with the sword!

I was excited to think about it!

Huo Qingke was so excited that he couldn't even eat.

The uncle of the junior master glanced at him and said, "I don't have the strength to help me if I don't eat."

Huo Qingke then started to eat with big mouthfuls.

After dinner, Huo Qingke went to wash the lunch box diligently and looked at the uncle.

The junior uncle stood up, his hands behind his back, looking like an old cadre: "Let's go."

In the interstellar world, aircraft are common. Uncle Junior has learned the relevant knowledge of aircraft manufacturing, so it is easy to make flying swords. This is just like flying skateboards in the interstellar world.

Therefore, the uncle of the junior teacher was able to make a flying sword that could carry people in two days, and the problem was the protection issue.

If a person falls off the sword, he will be injured.

Even if the flying sword is set to fly only one meter high, a person may fall from it and become a concussion.

If the flying sword can only fly one meter high, it would be too boring. Where can I fly with a sword with a chic and fun?

Therefore, protective measures must be placed on the Feijian.

How to resettle?

You can't install guardrails on both sides of the flying sword, right?

That's too unsightly.

The uncle of the junior teacher was bothered by the protective measures for half a month and finally took out the finished product.

The uncle made a big sword ten centimeters wide and one meter long, and handed it to Huo Qingke, asking him to be the first person to eat crabs.

Huo Qingke stood on the big sword excitedly and pressed a button on the remote control in his hand.

Transparent and tough silk threads were extended on both sides of the great sword, firmly fixing Huo Qingke's feet on the great sword.

Press another button, and the sword slowly rose, and a transparent cover wrapped Huo Qingke in the bubble like a bubble.

This is a protective cover made by the uncle of the little master. It is transparent and elastic. Even if Huo Qingke falls from a high altitude, this protective cover can protect Huo Qingke, allowing him to act as a spring on the ground for a few times and not cause him to be injured.

Huo Qingke did not fear altitude sickness, and after ascending to the altitude, he did not have any fear, only endless excitement.

The same remote control operated the flying sword and flew out various tricks over the research institute, attracting everyone in the research institute to run outside the house and look at the sky.

"Xiao Zhao, what have you developed to study?" the dean asked the junior uncle.

The uncle of the junior teacher smiled and said, "Didn't you see it? Flying sword!"

The dean was heartbroken: "If you have time to study fancy and unpractical things like flying swords, why don't you study practical things like flying cars?"

The junior uncle still smiled: "Dean, I have sorted out the research materials of Feijian and changed them to study the Speed."

The dean then smiled: "And the research data of your transparent cover, that's a protective cover, right? This thing looks good. With this cover, the number of people who die in car accidents and other traffic accidents in the future will be more than half."

Uncle Junior nodded, that's what he thought.

Huo Qingke flew around the air and was blown by others with a big trumpet.

Others also want to experience flying with swords!

Huo Qingke had no choice, who told him to be the lowest-level one in the research institute?

The commission gave the flying sword aggrievedly to a researcher in his thirties. There was no way. This one was his university teacher or a professional teacher. Do he dare to offend him?

Walking to the junior uncle, Huo Qingke said, "Boss, can you make a flying sword come out soon?"
Chapter completed!