Draw Goddess from Douluo

Slowly, an inexplicable smile appeared on Meng Lan's jade face. This smile revealed a bit of cunning and expectation, as if she had foreseen the good show that was about to be staged.

"Qingyun Sect..." She murmured, her voice full of amusement, "Haha~ a good show is about to begin..."

At the same time, deep in the secret room, Liu Yang slowly opened his eyes. His vision was a little blurry, and he saw a gorgeous and warm scene around him. A faint yellow halo of light filled the air, making the whole space full of hazy and dreamy beauty. His vision gradually focused and he began to recognize the details around him.

Large areas of bright red and emerald green decorated the walls. These colors flickered under the illumination of the soul oil lamp, as if the entire space was swaying gently with his breathing. Liu Yang shook his head vigorously, trying to make himself more sober. As his consciousness gradually recovered, his vision became clearer.

He began to look around this unfamiliar environment, his heart filled with doubts and uneasiness. Why was he here? What happened before? Fragments of memories about the Blood Demon Ring and Meng Lan gradually emerged in his mind, but he found that his understanding of all this was still very limited.

However, before he could think about these questions too much, a light sound of footsteps came from far away. He immediately looked towards the door alertly, and saw a figure gradually appearing in his sight. It was Meng Lan, with an elusive smile on her face, slowly walking towards him.

"You're awake." Meng Lan said softly, without any emotion in her tone, "How do you feel? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"

Liu Yang did not answer immediately, but looked at her warily. He knew that his current situation was not good. This mysterious and powerful woman obviously had some special plan or purpose for him. He had to stay awake and calm in order to deal with anything that might happen next.

Meng Lan lifted the curtain with her jade hands, and sat down slowly on the bed like an elegant cat. Her movements were neither hurried nor slow, revealing a kind of laziness and calmness, as if she was in control of everything. Her eyes fell on Liu Yang, with a teasing and probing look. "I'm not doing anything, I just want to have a good chat with you~" She whispered softly, her voice was like a spring breeze, but with a majesty that could not be ignored.

"I have nothing to talk to you about!"

Liu Yang gritted his teeth and tried to stay calm. But the fear in his heart surged up like a tide, making him unable to control himself. He opened his eyes wide, trying to find a way out from Meng Lan, but those deep eyes were like a bottomless pit, swallowing up all his courage.

"Little guy, you have quite a bad temper."

Meng Lan chuckled, the sound was as sweet as a silver bell, but it made Liu Yang feel a chill.

"I think your little wife would run away with someone else if she saw you being so fierce."

Meng Lan's words pierced Liu Yang's heart like a needle. He was panicked. He knew that Meng Lan was telling the truth. If his little wife, that gentle woman, saw him so out of control, would she really leave him?

Liu Yang lowered his head, not daring to look her in the eye again. The fear in his heart spread like weeds, making it impossible for him to think.

"Look up and look me in the eyes."

Meng Lan's voice suddenly became low, with an irresistible majesty. Liu Yang was startled and raised his head involuntarily. His eyes met Meng Lan's, and at that moment, he seemed to be sucked into a deep black hole in the universe, unable to escape.

He felt a powerful force released from Meng Lan's eyes, and the two strange red lights pierced deep into his soul. His head was splitting, as if countless steel needles were piercing his brain. He couldn't help but groan, holding his head tightly with both hands, trying to ease the piercing pain.

There was a strange light in Meng Lan's eyes, and she seemed to be communicating with Liu Yang in some mysterious way through those eyes. Liu Yang felt his consciousness gradually blurred, as if he was caught in a huge whirlpool and could not control himself.

A wave of despair surged in his heart, and he knew that he had fallen into some mysterious spell of Meng Lan. He tried hard to struggle, but his body seemed to be bound by an invisible force and could not move.

At this moment, a powerful force suddenly rushed in from outside the door, breaking the strange atmosphere. Liu Yang felt himself being pulled by that force, gradually breaking away from Meng Lan's control. His consciousness gradually returned, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a familiar and concerned face...

"Don't be nervous, look into my eyes." Meng Lan's voice was as sweet as the sound of nature, and it also had an indescribable magic. She tiptoed gently, her red lips slightly parted, and every word seemed to be able to shake people's hearts.