They were helpless and had no way to do anything. "

I don't think so."

Song Xianning looked at her with a sickly face and smiled: "Although we are limited by the world, girls are actually very good and are no less capable than men. We can be stronger, smarter, and more strategic than them. One day we will be able to defeat them."

She turned her head away blankly.

"After all, we can also study, practice martial arts, and cultivate Taoism. I have already thought about it. When I have achieved success in cultivation one day, I will escape from home and wander around the world. I will not care about any marriage contracts or worldly rules."

This is really not what a young lady would say.

Song Xianning raised her lips after she finished speaking, and stared closely at the self-degrading, vulgar, incompetent woman who was trampled under the feet of everyone.

They had only met for the first time, but Song Xianning smiled and asked, "Do you want to be with me?"

That was something that no one knew except them.

Just like no one would know that the current serpentine, seductive and charming lady of the city lord, in her most cherished treasure box, took away layer after layer of gold, silver and jewelry, and carefully hid at the bottom was just an old yellowed painting.

In the painting, two young men in white shirts sat side by side by the Longyin River, the river was rushing by, and everything was quiet as usual.

When she first saw this painting, she was stunned for a long time.

In the depths of the dim cave, a faint light suddenly flashed.

The light connected into a line, and when looked at carefully, it actually extended forward and turned into a long thread that imprisoned Luo Yuanming's legs.

And behind the faint light, was a woman walking slowly.

The woman who was imprisoned here by him and was about to become a sacrifice.

Then came the second one, and the third one.

The thread gradually changed from blood red to light blue, becoming more and more intense in the darkness, like sparks everywhere, lighting up the prairie fire.

"You, you -"

Luo Yuanming was so shocked that he couldn't speak, and he couldn't help but tremble all over.

"Are you confused?"

Luan Niang looked calm and her voice was indifferent: "Do you think I asked you for the location of the soul refining land just to absorb spiritual power?"

She suddenly laughed as she spoke: "Song Xianning taught me magic."

Song Xianning.

Luo Yuanming never thought that he would hear this name from her mouth, and his already gray face became even uglier.

Most people have spiritual roots, it just depends on how much spiritual power they have and how good or bad their talents are.

She started planning a year ago, practicing formations, studying spells, and later, after marrying into the city lord's mansion, she taught the girls here how to use spiritual power to make a perfect soul-locking formation.

Just like when Song Xianning taught her by the Longyin River.

Although their cultivation was far inferior to Luo Yuanming, like insignificant ants, Luo Yuanming was now seriously injured and his spiritual power was greatly damaged. He had almost no defense ability. Dozens of ants rushed up and could kill him.

Song Xianning was right.

They could be stronger, smarter, and more strategic than him. One day they would be able to defeat him and kill him with their own hands. The

lives of women in this world are like floating duckweed, but even so, there are many people who are unwilling to compromise.

For the sake of her missing daughter, the seriously ill mother dragged her sick body on a long journey under the scorching sun, and after two full hours, she played the drum to complain.

The impoverished old woman did her best to adopt orphans from the streets. When she was weak and sick and had forgotten everything, she still remembered to draw clumsy paintings for them.

And these girls who were about to be reanimated.

One by one, the girls slowly walked out of the darkness, with long blue threads tied to their fingertips, one after another, tightly binding Luo Yuanming.

The dark light illuminated their pale and thin faces, and the cut skin was constantly oozing blood, which turned from scarlet liquid into faint threads.

Luo Yuanming almost collapsed, and he shouted with trembling legs: "Luan Niang, save me!"

The woman in red beside him glanced at him leisurely, and smiled sarcastically: "You don't know yet? Oh, you never asked - in fact, my real name is not 'Luan Niang'."

She hated this name.

After getting off the flower boat that night, she heard a familiar voice behind her: "What's your name?"

- Song Xianning stood on the edge of the boat, smiled and asked her with starry eyes: "Your real name is not 'Luan', right?"

No one has ever asked this question.

"I -"

She stared at him blankly, watching the boat drift away with the waves, and the face of the girl on the boat became farther and farther away, gradually blending into the distant night.

And she moved her lips clumsily, and after many years, she read out the three words that only existed in her memory.

"Meng Tingzhou--"

The young dancer with heavy makeup faced the night wind and shouted loudly for the first time without any scruples: "My name is Meng Tingzhou!"

Song Xianning turned her back to the starry sky and the long lanterns, her long hair blown by the river wind, and she laughed softly when she heard her voice: "I remember it!"

She was about to forget her original name and became the most inconspicuous one among many people.

She was vulgar, ignorant, selfish, and not special at all.

But until she met Song Xianning, she suddenly became different from everyone else.

Or in other words, she finally became the most special one in someone's eyes.

This is enough.

She is not Luan Niang, nor is she an unknown dancer who sells smiles.

Her name is Meng Tingzhou.

"You are killing people!"

Luo Yuanming's eyes were bloodshot, and he shouted wildly: "You have no evidence, a bunch of crazy women!"

"It's not that there is no evidence."

Ning Ning coughed lightly, took out a small object from her pocket, pressed it lightly, and a blurry image was projected in the air.

The well-dressed man in the picture smiled proudly and read word by word: "And I am the lord of Luancheng, and I have made countless achievements over the years. I will use them to exchange for my cultivation. Is it a big deal?"

"I am a big deal."

"No."

"When we went to Nuanyu Pavilion, those girls gave me the vision in order to ask us to rescue their friend."

Ningning turned her head and shouted to the crowd: "Miss Wei Lingyi, thank you!"

A girl replied cheerfully: "Hey!"

"You can't treat me like this!"

Seeing that the ropes were getting more and more, and getting tighter, and had slowly seeped into the flesh and blood, Luo Yuanming even spoke with a crying tone: "I love you! I gave you everything, including all the secrets in this cave - how could you bear it! Don't you have any love for me?"

"Are you kidding?"

Meng Tingzhou chuckled and looked at him with disgust: "How can a person fall in love with livestock?"