Here is Xiao Yan's sea of consciousness:
The huge workshop has countless dark iron storage racks with various tools and materials, and sets of exquisite chain ornaments are neatly stacked next to the production table.
He was applying potion to the puppet, his eyes slightly lowered, but he still couldn't hide the sharpness of his outline. Coupled with his uniform and precise movements, he looked like a ruthless machine.
The puppet is lifelike. The torso made of white spirit wood has a beautiful curve, like a freshly baked ice cream cone. The arc tip is gorgeous, just waiting to be hung with exclusive decorations.
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Intention: My destiny is my own, and I am not afraid of difficulties.
