Chapter 1640: Who Shall Dare Sever This Auspicious Head and

looked at his grandfather's calligraphy, the strokes were powerful and vigorous, flowing like clouds and water. Especially the last sentence "To worry before others worry, to rejoice after others rejo...Li Nanging is not a cowardly person.

On the contrary, he felt incredibly powerful. Who else could clearly know that a black dragon was hidden within them, and be able to subdue it at will without feeling like the most powerful man in the world

Over the past decade, Li Nanshan never felt that anything could bring him down.

So, when he saw some people fantasizing that everything was a dream because they couldn't bear the blows of reality, waiting for the day to get better after waking up, he would sneer at them and even mutter "trash" in his heart.

Until now, he has repented.

He felt he shouldn't make fun of anyone.

As the saying goes, "Heaven's ways are boundless, while human capacity is limited."

As long as one exists between heaven and earth, one will inevitably encounter shackles of the flesh and fetters of the spirit that are impossible to break through.

Having figured these things out, Li Nanfang began to hope desperately that everything he was going through was just a dream.

He placed all his hope of waking from this nightmare on the black dragon within Li.

Because human reason always reminds him that a forced escape would bring even greater trouble, he cannot recklessly rush out. He can only bear it.

But the Black Dragon wouldn't think like that; the Black Dragon's demon nature would disregard everything.

Perhaps sensing his inner longing, the black dragon truly listened to his summons, slowly rising from the deepest recesses of his dantian.

Li Nanshan could clearly feel it rising from his dantian qi sea, meandering and soaring with the flow of his breath.

But it did not roar and rage as before, but rather whimpered softly like a little girl who had been wronged, wept like a young man heartbroken and drunk on the snowy field, or cried loudly like an abandoned infant gazing at the stars in the darkest place.

This feeling was strange, Li Nanfang had never experienced it before, and it didn't even conform to the aura a Black Dragon should have.

But, this actually happened.

The black dragon swayed, looking at Li Nanfang with a sympathetic gaze. Then it staggered and wobbled, twisting its body as it slowly flew over.

The dragon's head turned, and when it loosened its body, it suddenly arched its back, allowing Li Nanshan to leap onto its back. Lowering its head, it let out a deep, rumbling dragon roar, then shot into the sky, disappearing among the clouds as it raced forward.

This scene felt familiar, but Li Nanfang could no longer remember it, nor did he want to recall it.

He only knew that Black Dragon finally stopped being afraid and took the initiative to attack, taking him away from that wicked women's prison.

Li Nanan was very happy, sitting on the back of a dragon, wanting to shout and let out a pleasant cheer. But in the hazy mist, he felt as if there was a ball of cotton stuffed in his throat, preventing him from making any sound.

Yes, during a prison break, you can't make any sound.

Even though the Black Dragon is powerful, it can't withstand modern weaponry. After all, it is just a phantom, relying on Li Nanfang's body.

Li Nanfang certainly didn't want to wait until he woke up again, only to find himself lying on the ground with dozens of bullet holes all over his body, watching Heilong soar into the sky while he could only gasp for breath before dying.

So, he forced himself to suppress the excitement surging in his heart, waiting for the moment when his wrist was freed from prison, and when the path ahead would become clear.

A black dragon swept across the sky, its boundless black clouds obscuring Li Nanfang's vision. He couldn't see the direction the black dragon was carrying him in.

Until a certain moment, a low dragon's roar woke the drowsy Li Nanfang.

A biting wind whipped past his ears, and Black Dragon finally slowed his flight, plummeting towards the ground with alarming speed.

The bustling city comes alive before your eyes.

However, there were no skyscrapers or villas in sight. All that existed were ornate beams and columns, wooden bridges, and flowing water.

Before Li Nanfang could react, Heilong dashed him into the central palace of the ancient city.

Countless paper figures, as Li Nanfang and the black dragon rapidly descended towards the palace, sprang to life. They transformed into soldiers clad in iron armor, patrolling around the palace.

Li Nanfang was astonished by this change, he couldn't help but rub his eyes vigorously. Immediately, he noticed a strange phenomenon.

Just now, countless paper figures transformed into real palace guards. Only the guard holding a spear on the left side of the main hall's sleeping quarters remained pale as death, with only his eyes gleaming brightly.

Just because I glanced at you in the crowd, I could never — the lyrics from the classic song "Legend" perhaps best describe Li Nanfang's feelings right now.

Just a glance at that piece of paper.

Li Nanfang's whole body trembled violently, his strength vanished instantly. Just as he was about to fall from the dragon's back, the black dragon let out a piercing dragon roar.

Ahead, the palace shimmered. Countless golden bells hung from the eaves, their chimes ringing in the wind, dispelling the sinister gleam in Li Nanfang's eyes that had seemed to bind him.

When Li Nanfang looked back at the paper man, its eyes were dim and lifeless. Its figure was instantly blocked by the guards who had arrived for patrol.

The black dragon spun its body, landing on the glazed tiles of the palace roof as if walking on air.

Li Nanfang was still looking back at the paper man he had just seen. Caught off guard, he failed to hold onto Heihong's body and suddenly fell down.

Fortunately, a wad of cotton was still lodged in his throat, preventing him from screaming as he fell.

Without any abrupt cries, they wouldn't alert those guards.

And Li Nanfang only spun in mid-air for a moment before suddenly landing with both feet, his eyes facing the direction of that magnificent golden palace.

Before he could observe the situation around him, a roar of anger suddenly came from inside the palace.

"Wang Shichong, get me another batch!"

This voice, Li Nanshan was all too familiar with. It was the voice of Emperor Yang Guang of the Sui Dynasty that he heard every time he entered this fantastical dream realm.

And the emperor's shout of Wang Shichong, Li Nanshan had a slight understanding of.

Wang Shichong, courtesy name Xingman, originally surnamed Zhi, was a Hu person from the Western Regions.

After Wang Shichong's grandfather died, his father, Zhi Shou, became a son-in-law by marrying into the family.

Back then, a son-in-law had very little power. Not only was he looked down upon by his wife's family, but even his own biological sons were forced to take their mother's surname.

Wang Shichong was well-versed in classics and history, particularly fond of military strategy, fortune-telling, numerology, and the study of astronomy and calendars.

During the Kaihuang Era of the Sui Dynasty, Wang Shi Chong was awarded the post of Yitong Sansi based on his military achievements. He was then promoted to the position of Bingbu Yuanwailang. He was skilled at presenting his opinions to the court and was well-versed in various legal codes, but he often used legal provisions to act corruptly and do as he pleased.

During the reign of Emperor Yang of Sui, Wang Shi Chong was promoted to be the magistrate of Jiangdu and concurrently served as the supervisor of the Jiangdu Palace.

During his many visits to Jiangdu, Emperor Yang was often accompanied by Wang Shichong. Skilled at reading people's expressions, Wang would flatter and cater to the emperor's whims. Whenever they met in court to discuss state affairs, Emperor Yang always agreed with him.

Therefore, he produced jade carvings and landscape paintings, falsely claiming them to be precious crafts from afar, and presented them to the Emperor Yang in an attempt to please him. As a result, Emperor Yang grew even more trusting of him.

When it comes to the art of flattery, Wang Shi'e could be considered a notable figure in history.

During the late years of the Sui Dynasty, Yang Guang became increasingly licentious and depraved in Jiangdu. He ordered Wang Shichong to select beautiful women from the common people of Jiang Huai to fill his harem, indulging in wine and music every day.

Then Pi Wang Shi Chong should be this Wang Shi Chong, right

Li Nanshan pondered in his heart, and then saw a person leading the way, followed by a large group of people dressed in eunuch attire.

The double wooden doors of the main hall and bedroom burst open with a deafening roar, instantly filled with countless screams of women. Inside the bedroom, there was a huge bed, and countless young girls in light gauze clothing, wearing nothing underneath, were sprawled upon it.

Those voices came from their mouths.

At the head of the bed, Emperor Yang Guang of Sui held a long sword and stood there, roaring orders at Wang Shichong to drag those women away.

However, before those eunuchs and attendants who entered the palace with King Shi Chong could react, countless young women rushed to the emperor's side, either grabbing his dragon robe sleeves or hugging his thighs.

No matter how Yang Guang brandished his sword, hacking and slashing, blood splattering five steps around him, it couldn't stop those women from relentlessly surging forward.

This brawl, no one knew how long it lasted until Empress Xiao and a group of civil and military officials arrived, barely managing to tidy up the mess.

A maidservant presented Yang Guang with a golden basin for washing, and then held up a bronze mirror for him to see.

Yang Guang, with the melancholic expression of an aging man, looked into a mirror and took in his reflection. He ignored Xiao Hou and his ministers standing beside him, planted his sword upright, and roared, "What a good head! Who will cut it off!"

Silence met her words.

Only Wang Shi Chong, who went back and forth repeatedly, led dozens of girls in gauze veils to come with laughter.

Yang Guang turned his head and looked this way, cackling with glee: "Good! Come again!"

The roar was like a deafening gong, shaking the heavens and earth. It should have been a majestic display of power from the Emperor, but Li Nanfang saw fear and despair in his eyes instead.

Before he could have any realization, the black dragon lying above him suddenly descended, directly drilling into Li Nanfang's mouth which had opened at some point unknown.

"Ahem, ahem."

With a light cough, Li Nanshan slowly awoke.

He didn't open his eyes, but he was very aware of his own unreal state.

Below her was the wooden bed of the Qing Shan Women's Prison, the same nauseating disinfectant smell still filling her nostrils, and the intermittent laughter of the female inmates continued to ring in her ears.

He is still here.

The Black Dragon did not truly manifest and carry him away from this world of right and wrong while he slept, but rather revealed itself to him in a dream.

What does this mean

It's simply telling Li Nanshan that everything in the Qingshan Women's Prison is like what Yang Guang went through before his death.

By then, Yang Guang had already sensed his impending demise. He only sought pleasure and indulgence, ignoring matters of state and governance.

How could Li Nanshan possibly hope that a black dragon who has already lost its edge in this kind of environment would be given the necessary help

"Well, I guess it all comes down to doing it myself in the end."

Li Nannan murmured to himself, tossing and turning in bed.

Since entering this women's prison, he felt something was always suppressing her, making him listless and never wanting to resist.

Perhaps the Black Dragon is disheartened because of his unbearable past.

But Li Nánfāng has no past, really.

It's wrong that he endured the harassment from those warning aunts, and instead of resisting, he even developed a helpless feeling that no matter how much he fought back, it wouldn't be of any use.

This feeling is like when a person is asleep and haunted in their bed. No matter how much they want to resist or struggle, their body can't move an inch.

"Could it be that the air in this women's prison is too heavy Bah, what kind of "qi" or life force are we talking about I don't buy into that. I only believe that my destiny is in my own hands, not determined by fate."

Li Nanfang shook his head, dismissing those impractical thoughts.

Suddenly, I heard the lock on the cell door behind me click open.

Now, prison doors have all been replaced with electric gates. They can't be pried open by just anyone with a piece of iron.

So, the person who opened the door must have been one of those warning aunties.

"Go on in, he's yours this afternoon."

That's definitely a prison guard's voice.

But who was she talking to, and who were they

Li Nanfang, filled with doubt in his heart, suddenly looked back and saw more than ten female prisoners being escorted into the room by the prison guard aunt.

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