Chapter 2587
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Kneel and Call Me Master (1)
But soon, Yi Lanxin sneered, "Don't you know that a woman who wears the [Heart Locking Buckle] doesn't even have the right to harm herself if the master doesn't allow it? If you want to cut off your own hand, you have to see if they are willing to give you this chance. "
These words made Mu Yan and Leng Yumo frown.
Obviously, the power of the [Spirit Locking Buckle] was far inferior to the [Heart Locking Buckle].
If it was so easy to escape from the devil's claws, the women of Fusang City wouldn't be unable to even seek death.
The situation had fallen into an impasse that could not be resolved.
Mu Yan's gaze swept over the men of Fusang City sitting at the side.
Among these people, the highest cultivation was only at the peak of the Nascent Soul Stage.
More than half of them were fat and had oily hair. They hadn't even reached the fifth stage of the Golden Core Stage.
Moreover, the cultivation of these people was obviously built up with elixirs.
As for the women in the hall, not to mention that every single one of them was extremely beautiful.
Several of them had reached the Nascent Soul Stage. Mu Yan even saw a beautiful female cultivator at the peak of the Nascent Soul Stage.
Such an outstanding woman was trapped to death here because of the selfish desires of the beasts of Fusang City.
If it wasn't for the [Heart Locking Buckle], how could the useless men of Fusang City have the ability to ruin these outstanding women?
At this time, most of the women at the [Hundred Flower Banquet] looked numb and sluggish.
What kind of torture did she go through to make herself completely give up hope, leaving only hellish despair.
Mu Yan's hand tightly clenched the silver bracelet on her wrist, and a bone-chilling coldness burst out from her eyes.
At this moment, a dull and distant bell sound came.
Dang — — dang — — dang — —!
Three consecutive sounds.
Outside the hall, a servant shouted at the top of his voice, "The City Lord has arrived!!"
Almost at the same time, the main seat in front of the [Carefree Palace] flashed with golden light.
A few silhouettes appeared in the flower wreath.
Leng Yumo suddenly stood up straight and looked in the direction of the main seat, her hands clenched into fists.
Mu Yan grabbed Leng Yumo's hand worriedly and also looked at the main seat.
She still remembered what Leng Yumo said.
Back then, her mother had an affair with the City Lord of Fusang City.
However, after personally witnessing the hellish scene of Fu Sang, who would believe that any normal woman would willingly come to such a damned place?
Therefore, Leng Yumo's mother must have been persecuted.
What would her mother have experienced all these years here?
Is she still alive?
The golden light on the main seat slowly dissipated.
A tall and straight figure was revealed.
It was a man who looked to be in his early thirties. His facial features were deep and handsome, and his temperament was graceful.
A pair of strange deep purple eyes swept over, giving off a suffocating sense of oppression.
The moment the man appeared, all the people in the Carefree Hall, men and women, knelt down in unison.
He shouted, "Greetings, City Lord!"
Mu Yan and Leng Yumo naturally didn't want to kneel, but there seemed to be an invisible force coming from their bodies.
Both of their bodies were firmly pressed down.
Even his head was pressed tightly to the ground, unable to lift it.
"Get up!" The man said lightly, "Today is the Hundred Flower Festival, there's no need for formalities."
As soon as his voice fell, the invisible pressure disappeared in an instant.
Mu Yan only felt her body relax and immediately stood up.
Turning his gaze over once more, Zhang Xuan realized that there were several beautiful young ladies standing around the man. They were dressed in luxurious clothes and had beautiful features.
(End of this chapter)
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