Ye Qing believes that if he really regards these Westerners as mighty, powerful, and mysterious dragons. I made a short tail and greeted myself with a "greet" that is definitely no better than shooting a bullet in the dragon's ass.
But this problem must also be solved by finding a solution, if the carving of the dragon's tail is wound above the sleeve. It seems a little inappropriate.
Throwing to the top of the sleeve, it is not very beautiful, let alone a serious impact on the shooter's sight line. Even with the appearance modification, Ye Qing felt that he could not make the firearm lose its original attributes and functions.
Otherwise, is that still called changing the gun?
Thinking about this headache, Ye Qing held an M1911 pistol in his hand, and put his thumb on the chubby hammer. After pulling it down, the index finger pulls the trigger to release the blocking iron and let the hammer hit the firing pin at the back of the sleeve with a crisp sound.
After panning the pistol in his hand like a walnut for a while, Ye Qing still had no results and smoked a cigarette bored. Then dropped the pistol on the table, locked the door and walked downstairs.
"Hey, Riley. Come here, I want to talk to you about something."
It's still early, and Lily, who has just arrived in the store, is about to clean up the countertop. I heard Ye Qing calling herself at an empty table.
"Boss, what's the matter?"
"Sit, it's your job. I think you should have listened to Harris. I took a job from the CIA. So now the bartender in the store needs you to do it. These days, you can do it well. Very good. I want to increase your salary by a thousand dollars a month, and then you will be a bartender, and I will recruit another waiter, how about?"
After hearing Ye Qing finished speaking, Lili just nodded with a smile. No one would refuse such a thing if the working hours remain unchanged and the wages can be processed.
Seeing Lei Li's back, Ye Qing suddenly felt a little surprised. As the three oldest employees, the quietest Lei Li, although she was sent back to school by herself every night before. But the number of conversations between the two is the least.
With a secret smile, Ye Qing greeted several customers who had just entered the store, and exchanged greetings with each other. Then back upstairs.
The M1911 pistol was still lying quietly on the table, and Ye Qing would also use it for a while. Since the equipment has not arrived, ceramic guns cannot be made either.
The moment of inactivity made Ye Qing choose to lie on the bed a little bored. Under the setting sun outside the window, the two old men on the wall actually looked a little sacred? !
With a self-deprecating grin, Ye Qing left these weird thoughts behind. Looking at the ceiling blankly with his eyes, dreaming over and over again in his mind, if there is a real dragon.
So what should it look like when it takes off? What will its tail look like?
Is it straight down, falling into the air? Or drag relatively parallel to the body? Or is it bending upwards and bursting into force?
This is destined to be a fruitless answer, because dragons only exist in people's fantasy. In a daze, Ye Qing did not know when he fell asleep.
In the dream, the dragons seem to look back in time. Repeating the take-off action continuously, they have different shapes. Among them, the strong one kicked both legs and the body rose rapidly at a large inclination. As sharp as a launched missile, its tail is vertically downward.
Among the mediocre ones, their legs are running a few steps on the ground. Then the wings flapped, and the huge body glide forward smoothly. Its tail is dragged straight. It's like a sharp arrow with a sheath.
In this noisy group of giant dragons, Ye Qing's eyes suddenly turned to a remote corner. There, there was a scrawny-looking young dragon looking at the people who were flying away with envy.
Compared with those strong dragons, this little man seems to be malnourished. The huge dragon wing bone traces on its back were particularly conspicuous. It seemed so tired that it didn't even have the strength to lift its wings.
Its neck stretched forward and looked up at the leaving tribe. It seemed to know that it was about to face the destiny of being abandoned, and it opened its mouth wide and shouted as hard as it could.
The pair of beautiful golden pupils also disappeared. It was replaced by blood-red eyes, and its posture was strange. The legs were on the ground, the wings were on the ground, and even the tail was bent downward in a weird way. Support the ground with the thickest part of the tail, and curl the rest inward.
Only its head has been looking high at the sky. It seemed to want to fly hard, its tail and limbs at the same time throwing itself upward.
But Long's bloated body was always firmly tied to the ground by gravity.
Gradually, all the dragons left. Ye Qing was also shocked to wake up.
The sky outside was completely dark, and the computer screen in the room that had not been turned off was emitting a faint blue light. At this moment, Ye Qing, who was lying on the bed, saw the M1911 pistol above his head on the edge of the table.
The gun was leaning against the edge of the table, looking from Ye Qing's angle. It just happened to be able to see that small hammer, horizontally in front of my eyes.
Ye Qing finally knew what to do!
The inspired Ye Qing got up from the bed and turned on the light in the room. Excitedly sit next to the computer and start drawing patterns.
The faucet is placed at the muzzle position, no longer parallel. Instead, design an inclination angle, UU reading www.uukanshu.com makes the dragon head sculptures installed outside look towards the sky. The mouth is wide open, and the middle part of the upper and lower part is exactly at the place where the bullet ejects.
Above some hideous dragon heads, the pupils were left empty. In the later period, Ye Qing planned to replace the dragon's pupils with rubies. The bulge on the forehead, go above the sleeve and make it parallel to the front sight of the sleeve.
In the later stage, if he wants to avoid the shooter and misread the indicator, Ye Qing plans to add a layer of fluorescent green paint on the front sight.
The line continued to move backward, slowly drawing the dragon's body. Unlike ordinary dragons, the dragon on Ye Qing's spear looked a little thin. But this fits the small operating space of the pistol, and the whole picture looks even more harmonious.
Then there is the dragon wing that descends toward the grip. The scale armor on the dragon wing just formed the non-slip groove of the grip clip. At the lower end of the dragon wing, there are two dragon feet extending downward from the bottom of the grip.
It took Ye Qing some effort to draw this area. Because of the image in Ye Qing's mind, the dragon's wings and feet are grounded at the same time. In this way, the picture of the dragon's wings and the dragon's feet must be layered and the picture must be guaranteed. The difficulty is slightly higher than other parts.
The last step is to hit the hammer, which is the part of the dragon's tail. Before drawing this step, Ye Qing first pulled an extended dotted line on the bottom of the sleeve on CAD to simulate the lowest height of the sleeve when it was back seated. When the hammer is designed, it must not affect the normal movement of the firearm.
The design concept of the hammer is naturally derived from the abandoned dragon in the dream. When the dragon's tail meets the body, it is when the hammer and the firing pin collide. Lift the tail slightly upwards, bend down and curl up because of weakness. As a result, a new hammer with a different appearance was formed.