He just realized the wonders while watching the wind's follow-up.

Regarding this.

The wind did not notice anything.

Now he was just like an ordinary person, squatting by the beach, grabbing the soil with both hands, and fabricating clay people out according to his own form in the sea.

These clay men.

Each one is only about an inch in size, but it is lifelike.

Each clay man has different appearances and different expressions.

If you look carefully.

It can even be felt that these clay figures are all living things.

There are now many clay figures around the wind, and at first glance, there are about hundreds.

There are quite a lot of clay people.

But no clay man has become a real human race.

despite this.

The wind never stopped for a moment, with a faint smile on his face, and he was still enjoying making up clay figures, which made the number of clay figures on the beach more and more.

Go to the back.
Chapter completed!