Draw Goddess from Douluo

As night falls, the entire Zizhu Cottage is shrouded in a mysterious and tranquil atmosphere.

"According to my subordinates' observation, the two auras that appeared this time belong to the dark hungry wolf and the blood-maned lion respectively." Long Sha's face was solemn, and every word revealed his serious attitude towards the current situation, "Especially that The blood-maned lion is a rare male and female body that can be combined into one, and its strength cannot be underestimated. "

Meng Lan's originally calm face revealed a hint of surprise after hearing the news. But soon, this surprise was replaced by a deeper smile. She nodded gently, her eyes flashing, "It seems that my previous guess was not wrong. There is indeed some kind of mysterious demon inside that little guy's body." Clan strength. It’s not in vain that I spent so much time in front of a few old ghosts.”

Long Sha stood aside, frowning slightly, obviously worried about Meng Lan's decision, "Sect Master, although that little guy has extraordinary power, his attitude towards our demons is extremely hostile. Do you think you value him so much? Aren’t you afraid that raising tigers will come back to bite us in the future?”

Meng Lan smiled softly when she heard this. She put down the teacup in her hand, stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the distant sky. "Longsha, you have followed me for many years, don't you know my methods? Have you forgotten the soul hunting technique I mastered?"

Hearing the word "hunting soul", Longsha's heart suddenly shook. Of course he knew what it meant. It was Meng Lan's unique secret technique of the demon clan, which could control the minds of others and make them the most loyal puppets. Thinking of this, his worries suddenly dissipated a lot, but he was still a little uneasy.

Meng Lan seemed to see what he was thinking, and turned around with an unfathomable smile on her face, "Don't worry, I have my own sense of proportion. Although that little guy is unruly, in my hands, he will eventually become The most powerful murder weapon of the demon clan. At that time, all the decent forces in the world will be in my hands!"

Although her voice was soft, the ambition and confidence revealed in it were chilling. Long Sha looked at the sudden divine light on Meng Lan's face. Although he still had some doubts in his heart, he did not dare to say anything more. He lowered his head silently, but Liu Yang's stubborn and unyielding expression could not help but emerge in his heart.

At the same time, in another secret base of the demon clan, Liu Yang was in a heavy prison. His eyes were firm and cold, and despite being in a difficult situation, he had no intention of giving in. He knew that his fate had been controlled by Meng Lan, but he would never give up resistance easily.

Meng Lan was not in a hurry to take further action against Liu Yang. She knew that it would take more time and patience to truly control this little guy's mind. Therefore, she just sent someone to closely monitor Liu Yang's every move, waiting for the right time to come.

As time went by, Meng Lan began to implement her plan step by step. She appeared in front of Liu Yang from time to time, trying to undermine his will by various means. However, Liu Yang always adhered to his original intention and remained unmoved. This made Meng Lan more and more interested in him.

However, no matter how hard Meng Lan worked, Liu Yang always maintained a clear head and firm belief. He understands that he must not become a puppet of the demon clan, let alone let Meng Lan's ambition succeed. Therefore, he tried his best to resist all kinds of pressure from Meng Lan.

Behind this seemingly peaceful contest, there are actually undercurrents and crises. And this contest between Liu Yang and Meng Lan is destined to

As night falls, the afterglow on the horizon gradually dissipates, replaced by a bright moon hanging high in the sky. Against this silvery glow, the ancient city of Netherworld presented a desolate and mysterious scene. The ancient city walls are looming in the moonlight, as if telling the vicissitudes of thousands of years.

In front of Zizhu Xiaozhu, the shadow of the night casts a mysterious color on everything around it. The swaying bamboo forest made a rustling sound in the night wind, and seemed to be whispering something. However, these sounds and sights are cleverly concealed by the night, making it difficult for outsiders to see their true appearance.

In this quiet night, Meng Lan stood in front of the door of Zizhu Xiaozhu, her figure looking particularly soft under the moonlight. She shook her head slightly, with a look of regret and helplessness on her face. Turning around, she turned her back to Liu Yang and said softly: "Although I wish you could have the strength of Soul Master now, after all, you can't rush into cultivation. If you rush for success, you will regret it later. It’s too late.”