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Chapter 258: Crafting Scenery

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After receiving Shen Siyuan's praise, Doudou left with Xiao Yue.

Shen Siyuan lay on the bed, but his sleepiness had vanished entirely.

He thought of Doudou's words just now—his earlier considerations had indeed been insufficient; it was time to contemplate the Art of Landscape Creation.

The souls he had captured into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner had all been left to sleep within it, which was merely the easiest approach.

The true Ten Thousand Souls Banner could be used to cultivate, train troops, and mete out punishment.

In fact, if they had been swept away cleanly 3-0, the audience might have accepted it more easily.

"This has nothing to do with Lin Mo! The one who killed your men isn't him!" Gao Zhiyong struggled helplessly.

Wu Mingliang fell ill upon returning home and skipped several court days, directly taking sick leave.

As for which realm of the Martial Emperor the opponent had reached, given the circumstances there, it was impossible to ascertain accurately.

The final remaining "Winter Interval" should be the same—merely a matter of how many times.

Lin Wanwan first stated her position, then feigned ignorance with a counter-question, shifting the topic to prevent Tang Zhiyan from pressing further.

This man was Wu Sangui, one of the three leaders of the Guanning Army, who also served as General of Shanhai Pass, responsible for the city's defense.

Those soul entities, each like beings in another dimension, had no interaction with the living and exhibited none of the horrific, wailing behaviors from folk tales—they were all vacant, existing for a time before vanishing automatically.

Even more agitated than her were Gu Yun and the committee members—Gu Yun had just summoned the base's decision-makers to witness history firsthand.

Arriving before Su Mei, Jiang Zheng told her to extend her hand, then lightly traced a line across the back of her palm.

The resentment, bitterness, and grievances toward Chi Yanfeng seemed effortlessly dissolved by the child's arrival.

"That's true—Bai Rusong's methods, though I've never directly encountered them, I've heard enough; rashly making an enemy of him would bring no benefit. But whether it's worth it—that, it seems, should be my call to make." After saying this, Sima Ye's words caused Pei Ran to lower her head even further, refusing to meet his gaze.

The atmosphere in the room grew awkward; the couples singing had turned off their music, and everyone remained silent, the silence terrifying.

"What a terrifying person—is he truly only accumulated one lifetime?" Song Shixue was bewildered; that battle exceeded her expectations. Especially the boy—he was a complete black box; no matter how she probed, she could only glimpse a fraction.

Sitting on the bed, she reached for the porridge on the table, lifted it, and quickly swallowed several mouthfuls to dispel the gloom in her chest.

Gazing at those eager eyes, Chen Rong opened her mouth, wanting to tell them that Wang Qilang had not blamed or scorned her—in fact, he had gently comforted her.

Previously, he had been perfectly at ease letting Qin Rou care for the child alone; to avoid forming attachment, he minimized contact with George, fearing he'd grow too fond. After all, the child was beautiful—too lovable.

The other five leaves were the same, but instead of lightning, they were wreathed in different kinds of mist—each mist a distinct color, each with its own characteristics.

Inside the transport ship were the remaining four infantry divisions, one artillery division, and one cavalry division of the Sixth Army, transferred from Wangyue. They would not directly participate in the battle of Dongdu but would guard the rear Qianye Base, preventing Zongheng's ambushes and avoiding a situation where the Wangyue forces were attacked from both front and rear.

A powerful repulsive force erupted around Gu Chen; since the electricity between his hands had been hastily summoned, it offered little defense—suddenly, the brilliant current between his palms shattered, and the green arcs dissipated as the electricity broke apart.

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