The things he sculpts are very interesting, they are real people, coming and going, people of all shapes and sizes.
Other clay figurines, such as the sensible Monkey King and other gods or animals, are very popular among children.
And he just pinched people, with a focused look on his face, and focused on pinching his people without any distractions.
Countless people walked past his stall, but none of them seemed to see him and kept walking forward.
Lian Youyou stopped in front of his stall, and his hand paused slightly. Lian Youyou grinned and smiled brightly: "Pinch me one."
Without raising his head or looking at Lian Youyou, he put down the clay figurine of a child in his hand, turned around, grabbed a handful of dough from the bucket beside him, and began to knead it.
Lian licked her lips slowly, walked around the stall and approached the man, looking curiously: "How do you pinch it? Teach me?" As she spoke, she secretly reached out to poke at the man's side.
With a "pop", the man actually grabbed her hand that was about to reach into the bucket to steal noodles.
Lian Youyou smiled scoundrelly: "I just want to pinch a little rabbit for myself to play with, don't be so stingy."
The man still didn't look at her and slowly loosened his hand.
Lian Youyou really became obedient. She tentatively reached into the bucket, and when she found that the man did not try to stop her, she also grabbed a handful of mud, squatted beside the man and began to pinch her little rabbit.
Lin Tingjun and He Shiqi walked over, and suddenly, Lin Tingjun stopped and stopped He Shiqi.
He Shiqi looked at him in confusion, and suddenly found that the expression on his face was actually respectful: "What's wrong?"
"It's that man." Lin Tingjun stared at the man who was quietly making clay figures and said in a low voice.
"Who?" He Shiqi looked at the man making the clay figure. He couldn't figure out what was going on, but he could notice that people passing by him seemed to be unable to see him, and only they saw him.
Lin Tingjun finally showed some seriousness in his expression: "It's a race of gods that is more ancient than you and me..."
"What..." He Shiqi was greatly surprised by Lin Tingjun's words.
In the crowd, the man quietly and meticulously kneaded the clay figurine in his hand. An exquisite and delicate woman's face gradually took shape.
For some reason, the word "quiet" seemed to emerge from his body. The flow of people around him seemed to begin to slow down, and the noisy sounds gradually disappeared, turning into a slowly flowing stream, flowing past him.
The little rabbit in Lian Youyou's hand began to take shape. She squatted beside him, like a child learning a skill from a teacher. For the first time, she became well-behaved and honest, not at all like the arrogant Lian Youyou who usually showed off everywhere.
The little rabbit in Lian Youyou's hand took shape. When she raised her hand to take the paint from the stall, she saw the man began to pinch the woman's body. She glanced at it and whispered softly, "Don't make it too big, it will be cumbersome, and don't make it too small, it will be ugly."
Finally, the man's expression changed slightly, but it was disdain. He looked at me and said, "It's good enough for me to pinch you, but you still have so many requests." But this little emotion quickly disappeared from the man's face, and he once again had a blank expression and pinched a body that was neither too big nor too small for Lian Youyou as she requested.
Lian Youyou smiled with satisfaction and picked up a pen to color the little rabbit.
The man also picked up the pen and began to color the clay figure in his hand, but he first applied a layer of flesh color! Immediately, the clay figure in his hand instantly came to life because of the flesh color that was exactly the same as human skin. Then he added black to the tip of the nose, drew the ink-like long hair, used a slightly lighter black to draw the light eyebrows, outlined the bridge of the nose, added red lips, deepened the collarbone, and added a light pink jade color to each nail.
The last step is to add the finishing touch.
He seemed extremely careful, and his expression became increasingly serious and focused, as if he was worried that using the wrong paint would completely ruin the entire clay figure.
When he dotted an almost invisible white lotus in the black eye, he heaved a long sigh of relief and blew gently at the perfect little clay figure in front of him: "Huh..." Immediately, the color of the little clay figure became bright, and instantly became as lifelike as a real person!
He placed it in front of Lian Youyou, then picked up the clay figure he had made earlier and started working on it again.
Lian Youyou looked over, her mouth twitching: "Naked! Why don't you put some clothes on me!"
The man said nothing and continued to work diligently on the clay figure in his hands.
Lian Youyou rolled her eyes at him, took off a piece of clothing from the female clay figurines he had made, and put it on her own small clay figurine. She found that the female clay figurines whose clothes she had taken off were not as delicate as the small clay figurine in her hand. Although it was rougher than hers, it was also vivid and lifelike, and ordinary people could not tell where the roughness was.
Lian Youyou smiled happily, and after carefully dressing her little clay figurine, she reached out and hugged the man who was making the clay figurine. The man's hands were immediately dislocated, and the clay figurine in his hand had no arms...
"Thank you, you are so nice to me." Lian Youyou hugged him like a child acting coquettishly to an elder.
The man had a blank expression on his face, but he was a little depressed because the hand of the clay figurine in his hand was broken. He had no choice but to throw away the clay figurine in his hand, and took out a blue clay ball from his sleeve, and gave it to Lian Youyou, who was holding him and preventing him from shaping the clay figurine properly: "Let's go."
When Lian Youyou saw the blue mud ball, her eyes lit up immediately. She let go of the man, took the mud ball, and bowed to him: "Get out of here!"
The man breathed a sigh of relief again.
Lian Youyou quickly put away the clay ball and left. When people passed by her, she could no longer see the man and his clay figurine stall.
Lian Youyou walked towards Lin Tingjun and He Shiqi with a smile.
Lin Tingjun looked at her seriously: "Did you get the clay figurine from him?"
Lian Youyou left the mysterious man who made clay figures, and showed her usual arrogant look again: "Of course, there are better ones, hahaha—" Lian Youyou turned around and shook her head, walking away with an attitude of not recognizing anyone.
She was so proud now! It was impossible to get the clay figurine of that person, and it was even more impossible to get anything else from him!
And this time, it can be said that the man really gave Lian Youyou an enormous face. Even if the Lord of this star field, Henggu, asked for it, he might not be able to get it!
Who makes her so charming~~~Everyone loves her~~~
However, this time she owed him a huge favor, and he would surely have to repay it one day.
"Who is that clay figure?" He Shiqi could hardly hide his curiosity. He was the Demon God, and his father God was a traitor who was expelled from the God's domain. Their entire family was exiled to the Demon God's domain, so he didn't know much about the more ancient gods.
But he knew that before them, there were older and more powerful gods. They created the entire world and the current gods. It was also them who allocated the star fields to these gods.
Just like the gods on Earth, they are the ancient gods who created the gods on Earth, but very few gods know them. So, even if they come down to earth, the small immortals on Earth may not know them. (To be continued)