"How about that, brother always keeps his word, doesn't he..."
As Nie Qingwu was lost in her wild thoughts, Ye Feng had finished sculpting the dinosaur.
"Wow, brother, you're so amazing!"
Immediately afterward, Little Boy exclaimed in amazement, his praises for Ye Feng falling like a blanket from the sky.
Cheh, it's just a lousy clay man, does it warrant such exaggeration?
This guy could only bluff kids who haven't seen the world.
Nie Qingwu curled her lip, disdainfully glancing toward the dinosaur Ye Feng had sculpted.
But at first glance, she couldn't quite tear her eyes away!
The dinosaur Ye Feng had crafted was just too lifelike, standing on its two legs with its mouth opened wide as if roaring toward the sky—it was so vivid that had it not been entirely mud-colored, one might suspect it could take off running if placed on the ground.
How could his hands be so skillful?
