There is no dignity left.
They were powerless and had no recourse.
“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 not inferior to men at all - we can be stronger and smarter than them, and we know how to plan and strategize better. One day we will be able to defeat them."
She turned her head away blankly.
"After all, we can study, practice martial arts, and cultivate ourselves. I have already made up my mind that when I have achieved success in cultivation, I will escape from home and wander the world. I will not care about marriage contracts or worldly ethics at all."
This is really not something a young lady would say.
After saying this, Song Xianning curled the corners of her mouth and stared at her, who was self-degrading, vulgar and incompetent, and was trampled underfoot by everyone.
It was just the first time they met, but Song Xianning asked with a smile: "Do you want to come with me?"
That was something that no one knew except them.
Just like no one would know that in the treasure box most cherished by the current city lord's wife, who is vicious, seductive and alluring, after removing layer after layer of gold, silver and jewelry, what was carefully hidden at the bottom was just an old yellowed painting.
In the painting, two young men in white shirts are sitting side by side by the Longyin River. The river is rushing by, and everything is quiet as usual.
When she first saw this painting, she was stunned for a long time.
Deep in the dim cave, a faint light suddenly flashed.
The light connected into a line, and when you look closely, it extends forward and becomes a long thread that is bound around Luo Yuanming's legs.
And behind the dim light, there was a woman walking slowly.
The woman he imprisoned here, about to become a sacrifice.
Then the second, and the third.
The thread gradually changed from blood red to light blue, becoming brighter and brighter in the darkness, like sparks everywhere, lighting up a prairie fire.
"You, you guys——"
Luo Yuanming was so shocked that he was speechless and his whole body trembled.
"Confused?"
Luan Niang's face was normal, and her voice was indifferent: "Do you think that I asked you for the location of the soul refining land just to absorb spiritual energy?"
As she spoke, she suddenly smiled: "Song Xianning taught me magic."
Song Xianning.
Luo Yuanming never thought that he would hear this name from her mouth, and his already pale face became even uglier.
Most people have spiritual roots, it just depends on how much spiritual power they have and how good their talent is.
She had started planning a year ago, practicing formations and studying spells, and later, after marrying into the City Lord's Mansion, she taught the girls here how to use spiritual power to create 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's, like insignificant ants, Luo Yuanming was now seriously injured, his spiritual power was greatly damaged, and he had almost no defense ability. Dozens of ants could eat at him and kill him.
Song Xianning was right.
They could be stronger, smarter, and more strategic than him, and one day they would be able to defeat him and kill him with their own hands.
The lives of women in this world are as fragile as floating duckweed, but even so, there are many who are unwilling to compromise.
The seriously ill mother walked a long distance under the scorching sun for the sake of her missing daughter, and after two full hours she played the drum to appeal for justice.
The impoverished old woman did her best to adopt orphans from the market. Even when she was frail and sick and had forgotten everything, she still remembered to draw crude paintings for them.
And these girls who are about to have their souls refined.
One by one, the girls slowly walked out from the darkness, with long blue threads tied around their fingertips, one strand after another, tightly binding Luo Yuanming inside.
The dim light illuminated their pale and thin faces. The cut skin was oozing blood, which turned from scarlet liquid into faint thin threads.
Luo Yuanming finally nearly 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 the 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, and asked her with a smile and eyes full of stars: "Your real name is not 'Luan', right?"
No one has ever asked this question.
"I--"
She stared at it blankly, watching the boat drift away with the waves, and the face of the girl on the boat becoming farther and farther away, gradually blending into the distant night.
She moved her lips clumsily, and after all these years, she pronounced the three words that only existed in her memory.
"Meng Tingzhou——"
The heavily made-up young dancer faced the night wind and shouted loudly for the first time without any scruples: "My name is Meng Tingzhou!"
Song Xianning had her back to the starry sky and the long lanterns, her long hair blown by the river breeze. When she heard her voice, she smiled softly: "I'll remember it!"
She was almost forgetting her original name and becoming the most insignificant one among so many people.
She is vulgar, ignorant, selfish and nothing special.
But until he met Song Xianning, he suddenly became different from everyone else.
Or, she finally became the most special one in someone's eyes.
That's enough.
She is not Luan Niang, nor is she an unknown dancer who sells her smiles.
Her name is Meng Tingzhou.
“You are killing people!”
Luo Yuanming's eyes were bloodshot, and he shouted frantically: "You have no evidence, you are a bunch of crazy women!"
"It's not that there is no evidence."
Ningning 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 smugly, and read out each word with emphasis: "And I am the Lord of Luan City, and I have made countless achievements over the years. It is a good deal to exchange them for my cultivation."
“What a bargain.”
“Hey.”
"When we went to Nuanyu Pavilion, those girls gave me the Vision Spirit in order to ask us to rescue their friend."
Ning Ning turned her head and shouted to the crowd, "Miss Wei Lingyuan, thank you so much!"
A girl responded briskly: "Hey!"
"You can't do this to me!"
Seeing the ropes getting more and more, getting tighter and tighter, slowly seeping into his flesh and blood, Luo Yuanming even started crying: "I love you! I gave you everything, including all the secrets in this cave - how could you bear it! Don't you have the slightest love for me?"
"You must be joking."
Meng Tingzhou chuckled and looked at him with disgust: "How can a person fall in love with livestock?"
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