After I became an immortal in Uchimaki, I went from being a loser to becoming a group favorite.

Chapter 280 Reflections

Regardless, the Dragon Prince is indeed very talented in eating, drinking, gambling, and whoring.

That very night, he secretly went to a brothel to listen to songs, and he even brought Meng San with him.

However, Meng San, dressed as a woman, was so dazzling that she stole the limelight from Prince Xiaolong.

The young prince was not angry.

After all, seeing beautiful women together is truly a feast for the eyes.

The Dragon King was furious.

As the Dragon King, accompanied by a retinue of followers, amidst the screams of a chorus of beauties, grabbed the young dragon prince by the collar and tossed him into the arms of a guard, the humiliated prince buried his face in the guard's arm, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a familiar face.

"You little brat, Song Nan! Look at your gloating face! I'm not finished with you!"

Putting aside his usual disdain for him during class, he'll remember this betrayal!

snort!
A gentleman will not leave this grudge unavenged!
Song Nan stood tall and handsome amidst the bustling crowd. Compared to the heavily made-up actors around him, his demeanor was exceptionally unique, making him stand out from the crowd.

Meng San was already slightly drunk. She squinted at him, raised her hand and beckoned gently, as if she were summoning an ordinary actor.

“Come here,” she said.

The little dragon prince's cursing had already faded away as the Dragon King's main force moved on.

Song Nan stood there for a moment, then walked over.

The actors surrounding Meng San couldn't help but hold their breath.

These people are so lifelike, like figures from a painting, that one might wonder if they've already fallen into a dream.

As Meng San watched the handsome man approach step by step, her heart, which had been dormant for thousands of years, suddenly began to beat violently.

One, one, another.

She frowned, clutched her chest, and shook her head.

Wait, why are they jumping so wildly here?

Whose heart is this?
Some trance.

I'm confused about who I really am.

In the brief moment of her dazed state, her body suddenly felt light.

The soft whispers of the actors around me reached my ears.

A faint fragrance lingered around my nose, and in an instant I was enveloped in a warm and firm embrace.

Meng San did not reject the embrace; on the contrary, she subconsciously pressed her face against it.

Song Nan noticed her movement, his body stiffened slightly, but he pretended to be normal and carried her out of the brothel in front of everyone.

After leaving the hustle and bustle, the way back is a quiet little path.

The silvery moonlight spilled across the road, elongating people's shadows.

Song Nan walked step by step, step by step, his long shadow trailing behind him.

It was very quiet around.

It was so quiet that you could hear the murmurs of people sleeping in their homes, the rustling of leaves in the wind, and the even breathing of the person in your arms.

Under the moonlight, the so-called invincible demon had long eyelashes and a peaceful profile, like a beautiful and delicate doll.

For a fleeting second, Song Nan actually wished that time could stand still at this moment.

There was no war, no life or death, no separation.

But that's obviously impossible.

The next second, the person in her arms opened their eyes.

Her eyes, just awakened, revealed a hint of confusion, filled with misty moisture, making her look even somewhat fragile.

After seeing Song Nan's face clearly, she stretched lazily like a cat.

Did you snitch on me?

Song Nan remained silent.

Meng San guessed the answer from his tense jaw and tightly pursed lips.

"That's called balancing work and rest," she laughed carefree.

"I never get to fully enjoy myself when I go to brothels, it's such a disappointment." Although it was a complaining tone, there was no trace of dissatisfaction on his face, but rather a hint of reminiscence.

Song Nan noticed her reminiscence and thought to himself that he only played a role in this once each time, so it seemed that others had stopped her in the other times as well.

She's lived so long, so anyone who knows her and is remembered by her must be very impressive, right?

Where is that person now?

It may have been a long time since we last met, or it may no longer exist.

After a long silence, the two arrived at Yi'an Steamed Bun Shop.

Even though it was late at night, a light was still on in the steamed bun shop.

Uncle Long yawned as he opened the door, said a couple of things like "this won't happen again," and then went back to his room to sleep, still yawning.

Since they started teaching Prince Long, the two of them have spent significantly less time working at the steamed bun shop. As a result, when Uncle Long was settling accounts the next day, he extended their repayment period by several days.

But the timeframe was clearly too long.

Meng San called him a shrewd businessman, but Long Bo just chuckled and didn't refute him; he was as thick-skinned as anyone else.

Recently, he has made friends with a group of bad influences who spend all day making a racket in the shop, saying they want to expand the steamed bun shop.

They were all people from the martial arts world, yet instead of thinking about roaming the world with swords, they all wanted to stay in this steamed bun shop. Meng San found it strange.

Perhaps... she was attracted to Longbo.

After all, Uncle Long is a humorous person. It seems that he has experienced a lot in his youth and knows a lot. He can quickly get into conversations with anyone.

Not only did those martial arts figures like to be with him, but even Song Nan, who disliked Prince Xiaolong, did too.

He would tell Song Nan interesting stories from all over the world, and also discuss cultivation matters with him. Although he looked like an ordinary person who knew nothing, he spoke with great knowledge and understanding.

There are many hidden talents in the cultivation world, but even with Meng San's strength, he could only see through Long Bo's mortal nature.

From this perspective, either Longbo is truly a mortal, or he is an ancient being even more powerful than Mengsan.

The second point is unlikely to hold true.

However, there is a third reason, which is related to the fact that Meng San's magical power is limited here.

Meng San is willing to believe the third point.

In fact, not only here, but also in the areas outside the Prison Dragon Sea, if it wants to unleash its full power, it is bound by the laws of heaven and earth.

For example, its magical power suddenly dissipated last time, leaving it and Song Nan in a very sorry state when they fled.

How can one break free from the constraints of the laws of heaven and earth? Having been in the Dragon Prison Sea for nearly a year, Meng San would study his memories whenever he had a moment to spare.

Since regaining its memories of Meng San, Tang Ling has remembered almost everything from the past.

However, it seems there are memories from even further back, but because of the long passage of time, no matter how it tries to retrieve them, it cannot be retrieved.

It even has a vague feeling.

If we can find those even more distant memories, we can find a way to break free from the constraints of the laws of heaven and earth.

Therefore, breaking the rules became a matter of searching for memories.

How do we retrieve memories?
It recalled the memory anchors it had set for itself throughout its long life.

Unfortunately, it has also forgotten what the anchor of memory from that even more distant period was.

Also.

If I could remember, I wouldn't be stuck here feeling so stifled.

Therefore, Meng San could only speculate based on his past habits.

The memory anchor that stores that memory must have been placed in a special place or handed over to a special person.

Is this person in the Dragon Prison Sea?

The last memory anchor was somewhat related to the Mirage, one of the four great magical beasts. Will this one be related to Yinglong?

When it can't figure things out, Meng San likes to wander alone, which reminds it of many days it spent wandering the Three Realms in the past.

The difference is that back then, I was wandering around like a puppet, having lost my memory.

This time, however, I had my own thoughts.

It wandered around for most of the day, pondered for most of the day, and what finally made it stop thinking was a person on the high wall of the city gate.