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After finishing another bottle of wine, Mengdie carelessly threw the empty bottle behind her. Perhaps due to the frustration of so many men being unable to subdue a girl who seemed to be not yet 16, the soldiers' attacks became increasingly vicious. Initially aiming at Mengdie's limbs, they now...
Directly targeted her chest!
"Huh—!!!"
Faced with the incoming spears, the drunken girl suddenly reached into the crevice of her chest and turned around, her hands now wearing a pair of gloves. In a flash of light, she shattered half of a spear with her right fist, and with her left fist that commanded water, she flung the broken spearhead, pinning another soldier's foot to the ground.
But this was just the beginning. After dealing with the threat to her chest, the unfocused girl leaped back to her original seat next to General Del, grabbed a pair of large iron fans, opened them, and swung them violently backward! Lightning and mist erupted from the fans, instantly repelling the attacking soldiers.
Everyone present was moved! Not just the soldiers, but also the over two hundred nobles. They all watched the girl in the crowd, swinging her fans and attacking anyone who dared to come near. In her hands, the lifeless iron fans were used for poking, striking, slapping, and jabbing, accompanied by lightning and mist, making it impossible for anyone in the large general's mansion to stop her!
"Hahaha! Good wine... great wine!!!"
Even more terrifying was that the girl's eyes remained chaotic, yet the strength of her attacks didn't lessen but grew stronger! Eventually, when no soldier dared to approach, she staggered towards the crowd, mercilessly striking down anyone, noble or soldier, who came within range of her fans.
"Ah—!!! This woman... this woman is crazy!!!"
"Run! Run away! Crazy woman! Crazy woman—!!!"
"She's drunk! She's drunk—!!!"
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The chaos among the crowd reached a boiling point, with nobles and soldiers fleeing from the drunken Mengdie's tyranny. Seeing that she could no longer attack anyone, Mengdie's unfocused eyes slowly scanned around. Then...
Her lips curled into a drunken, angry smirk...
"I... I'm not drunk! You bastards... do you know... how hard life is outside?! Come on... let me... throw a punch... uh... and then I'll leave!"
Let her throw a punch? Seeing the lightning and water splashes on her fans, ordinary soldiers would faint upon contact and get injured if grazed. These pampered nobles wouldn't dare to let this little girl punch them.
Seeing that people were still running around and about to escape the banquet hall, Mengdie paused, suddenly remembering her mission.
Right... I can't... let them escape... need to... help Xiu... buy time...
Mengdie tilted her head, putting down her fans. She clasped her hands together and silently began chanting a spell. In an instant, the chant was complete, and she shook her head, spreading her arms wide—
"(Chinese) Space Magic—Quadrant Imprisonment!"
Yes, Mengdie was drunk, completely out of her senses. She didn't realize her task was complete, nor did she know she should escape as fast as possible. Moreover, she was unaware that she no longer had the strength to use any celestial magic!
But...
"Click."
The red gemstone necklace on Mengdie's chest flickered for a moment! Following this flicker, the space around the open-air banquet hall began to fracture layer by layer! The previously invisible and intangible space shattered like fragile glass, forming walls that enclosed everyone within the banquet hall! Those trying to escape hit the walls, bruising their noses. Then, these bewildered people began to frantically pound on the walls, trying to escape. But how could they?
Mengdie laughed. Her cheeks were still flushed, her breath reeked of alcohol. Her lifeless eyes looked around at the dense crowd, reflexively clenching her fans and chuckling—
"(Chinese) Sun Wukong... hehe... I... have trapped you... Come on... don't think that just because you can create so many... clones, I will... hehe... be afraid of you. Come... we have plenty of time, let's..."
She clenched her fans tightly, "swish," and opened them.
"(Chinese) Let's decide, who is the greatest in the world—!!!"
Then, the excited girl charged into the terrified crowd...
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The morning bird's chirping was crisp and pleasant, and the gentle sunlight on the face brought a small sense of warmth.
Droplets of water fell on her face, and Mengdie slowly opened her eyes, gradually coming to consciousness.
Ugh... my head... it hurts so much...
Just waking up, a strong sense of dizziness overwhelmed Mengdie's mind. It left her feeling mentally exhausted, and her head ached as if it were splitting. She tried hard to get up, but no matter how she tried, her hands couldn't support her body. After several attempts, she gave up, continued lying down, and focused on regulating her breathing, waiting for her body to recover slightly before trying to get up again.
Where... am I?
As her eyes gradually adjusted to the light, a strange ceiling appeared before Mengdie's eyes. Looking carefully, it seemed to be the guest room of an inn. And she was lying in bed, covered with a blanket.
"You're finally awake, Miss Mengdie."
Sitting on the edge of the bed was Xiu. His black magic cloak was still draped over his shoulders, seemingly never taken off. He closed a piece of paper in his hand, his sapphire blue eyes showing a hint of relief.
Mengdie raised a hand to her forehead, closed her eyes, and gently shook her head.
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