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Chapter 472 Ling Luan Luan's Soul in Shackles

Ling Luan Luan——

She seemed to be lost on the edge of a chaotic dream, her consciousness wavering between sleep and wakefulness. She had no idea how she fell into such a chaotic sleep, and under what opportunity she slowly woke up...

At this moment, she had not even realized that the woman from the Greedy Clan, Ling Luanluan, had quietly intervened in her life like a ghost, tightly entwining the thread of her fate with a puppet and wantonly controlling the trajectory of her future.

…The visiting card from Minamigata Toru suddenly appeared before her eyes like an ominous shadow. When she thought of Minamigata Toru, she felt a deep disgust and fear. That man, his hands were stained with blood, his eyes flashed with a cold and ruthless light, like a demon crawling out of the abyss of hell. Every time he appeared, it foreshadowed disaster and conspiracy.

In her opinion, everything Nanxing Toru did was out of malice, either a carefully planned treacherous trap or a sarcastic sarcasm, like a poisonous snake hiding in the dark, always ready to show its fangs and deliver a fatal blow. And my Ling Luanluan, isn't she equally disgusting? The two of us are just birds of a feather, both the embodiment of darkness and evil, exuding a disgusting smell.

The warm sunlight filtered through the carved window frames, gently falling into the room, outlining patches of golden light on the ground. This should have been a warm and cozy picture, but Luan Luan only felt a chill all over his body.

She stared at the visiting card on the table quietly, her eyes empty and cold, as if it was just a meaningless piece of waste paper that could not stir up any waves in her heart. However, under this seemingly calm appearance, her heart was quietly stirred up by storms.

Instantly, a deep confusion overwhelmed her like a tide, and her thoughts seemed to fall into an endless fog, completely lost. She kept asking herself in her heart: What is all this for? From her ignorant childhood to now, her life seems to be tightly controlled by an invisible big hand, and every day is spent in busyness and running around, and all this effort and hard work are just for the cold and cruel Greedy Clan.

She tried to search for those forgotten fragments in the long river of memory, trying to find the meaning and value of her existence, but in the end she only found a desolate void deep in her heart, as if her soul had been taken away, leaving only an empty body, wandering aimlessly in this world.

Ling Luan Luan's eyes slowly wandered around the room. The familiar furnishings seemed so strange and distant at this moment. In her eyes, the changing weather in the world was just an illusory scene passing by the window, like a revolving lantern, which could not leave any deep mark in her heart. She was like a bystander, watching the joys and sorrows of the world indifferently, but never really integrating into it.

Suddenly, a strong fear seized her heart. She opened her mouth in fear and tried to make a sound, but found that her throat was dry and she couldn't make a sound. Where did her voice go? Was it swallowed by the endless darkness? Or did it quietly disappear in the grinding of the years? At that moment, she truly felt her own insignificance and fragility, like a rootless duckweed, drifting in the torrent of fate, unable to control her own destiny.

When night falls, Ling Luan Luan always lights a weak lamp by the bed. The dim light flickers in the darkness, just like her fragile yet tenacious soul.

She was afraid of the darkness, the endless darkness was like an invisible beast, ready to devour her at any time. However, wasn't she also a part of the darkness? Her tough and cold appearance was just a carefully disguised armor. Under the protection of this armor, she gradually lost herself and even began to believe that she was just a killing tool without emotions or thoughts.

But whenever it was late at night and loneliness and fear quietly came over her, she would hear a faint voice deep in her heart shouting: Is this really the life I want?
But this faint sense of resistance would soon be drowned by the fear and confusion deep in her heart. In this long and painful struggle, Ling Luan Luan's soul was deeply imprisoned, unable to escape the shackles of fate.

"No!" Ling Luanluan woke up in shock, it turned out to be a dream!

Ling Luanluan suddenly woke up from the terrible nightmare, her clothes soaked with cold sweat, she panted quickly, and it took her a while to realize that it was just a dream. However, before she could completely recover from the aftermath of the dream, there was a sudden knock on the door. "Who? Who is it?" Ling Luanluan asked loudly and vigilantly, with a barely perceptible tremor in her voice.

"It's me, Minamigata Toru." The voice coming from outside the door was like the cold air seeping out from the dark abyss, making her hair stand on end instantly.

Ling Luanluan's heart suddenly shrank, and she had an ominous premonition in her heart. She murmured to herself, "This is not a dream." At this tense moment, her mind suddenly flashed back to the branch that Ajing gave her, and Ajing's concerned advice: "If you encounter danger, shake this branch."

Almost without thinking, Ling Luan Luan tightly grasped the branch and shook it vigorously. A magical thing happened instantly. A Jing and Cheng Mu seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and appeared in front of her in the blink of an eye. The two were obviously awakened from their sleep by this sudden call. A Jing was sleepy and his hair was a little messy, while Cheng Mu tried hard to open his eyes wide, trying to wake himself up as soon as possible.

The knocking on the door continued.

Cheng Mu reacted quickly. His eyes were stern, and he waved his hand without hesitation. A powerful force rushed towards Nan Xing Tou at the door like a surging wave. Nan Xing Tou was caught off guard and was beaten back repeatedly by this force. His face showed a look of shock and anger, but his eyes still revealed a hint of viciousness, and it seemed that he was not going to give up.

Ajing immediately ran to Ling Luanluan, held her shoulders with both hands, and asked with concern: "Sister Luanluan, how are you? Are you hurt?" Her eyes were full of worry, and she looked Ling Luanluan up and down carefully, as if to confirm whether she was safe.

Cheng Mu stood with his back to Ling Luanluan, not far from the door, like a towering mountain, protecting Ling Luanluan and Ajing behind him. His eyes were fixed on Nanxing Tou, emitting a powerful and majestic aura, as if announcing to the other party that as long as he was there, he would never allow anyone to hurt Ling Luanluan and Ajing.

Nanxing Tou knew that he was no match for Cheng Mu, so he backed away.

Ling Luanluan took a deep breath, tried to calm herself down, and said, "I just had a nightmare. When I woke up, I heard him outside the door. I was really scared."

Ah Jing gently patted Ling Luan Luan's shoulder and comforted her, "Don't be afraid, Sister Luan Luan, we are here. That bad guy Nan Xing Tou won't dare to do anything reckless."

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Cheng Mu still had his head back, and said in a low but firm voice: "Nan Xing Tou has bad intentions, we must be more careful of him in the future. Calm down first, don't worry, we are here to protect you."

Ling Luanluan nodded slightly, tears of gratitude flashing in her eyes. At this dangerous moment, the timely appearance of Ajing and Cheng Mu made her feel the long-lost warmth and sense of security.

Nanxing Toru stood far away outside the door, glared at them fiercely, snorted coldly, turned around and disappeared into the darkness.

Ling Luanluan looked at the direction where Nanxing Tou left, and secretly swore in his heart that he must improve his strength as soon as possible, no longer be a burden to others, and also contribute his own strength to protecting the elves and the people around him.