The Great Dream God

Meng Jin's words were filled with cold sarcasm. His voice was like a cold wind blowing across the ice, and every word was filled with disdain: "A widow like you seems to live in a world that no one can touch. The desires in your heart are deep and blazing, beyond the imagination of ordinary people. That kind of insatiable thirst is like a bottomless abyss. You turn a blind eye to the secular rules and regulations, and you don't care about the moral framework of the world."

In his eyes, their lifestyle is like a self-indulgent solo dance, with no accompaniment, no audience, only the self spinning freely in the center of the stage, completely ignoring the surrounding gazes and the discussions in the ears. They are intoxicated in their own world, letting their minds jump on the boundaries of freedom, completely ignoring the shackles of society and the constraints of norms.

Meng Jin's words were sharp, and every word was like a poisoned sword, piercing the opponent's heart. His contempt was so evident that the air around him instantly condensed, becoming cold and oppressive, as if every breath was filled with piercing pain. This ruthless attack not only impacted the opponent's self-esteem, but also shocked everyone present, leaving the entire scene shrouded in a heavy silence.

Meng Jin's words were powerful, and his eyes were like a sharp blade, ruthlessly stripping off the disguised coat without leaving a trace of mercy: "You don't need to portray yourself as a holy and flawless angel, nor do you have to deliberately show that kind of innocent innocence. This world is not just black and white, everyone has their own gray area, and you are no exception."

He took a deep breath and continued, "Every decision you made last night was the result of your independent thinking. I never forced or induced you in any way. Your will is free, and my existence does not constitute a shackle for you."

"So, you don't have to imagine that I will be driven by jealousy or possessiveness. I respect your choice, just as I respect my own. This is not out of helplessness, but because I understand that everyone has the right to pursue the happiness in their hearts."

"Your future, your partner, the person you want to share every moment with, these are your own decisions. I will not interfere, nor will I try to change. This is your life, your right, I have no right to interfere, nor do I intend to interfere. I just hope you can understand that the real self is more valuable than any false image."

In the tense and intense atmosphere, Princess Ziyang rushed forward without hesitation, her movements were like a cheetah pouncing on its prey, swift and resolute. Her eyes were full of anger and determination, locked directly on Meng Jin, without any sign of retreat. In an instant, she was in front of Meng Jin, with her arms spread out, and she pressed him to the ground. Her fingers were like hooks, fiercely scratching his cheek, leaving deep marks, as if to carve a mark of anger on the face that once caused ripples in her heart.

Meng Jin did not sit still and wait for death. With his tenacious willpower, he burst out with amazing strength even under such a disadvantage. His hands tightly grasped the face of Princess Ziyang like an iron clamp. Although his face was distorted by pain, the determination in his eyes did not weaken in the slightest. His counterattack was hasty, but full of ruthlessness. The power of the two intertwined at this moment, forming a fierce picture, and the air was filled with tension and conflict.

Princess Ziyang's face was as red as the morning glow, and her anger was blazing. Her resounding oath echoed between heaven and earth: "I, Princess Ziyang, a daughter of heaven, dare to make lofty ambitions under the vast sky. Why should I be afraid of provocation from a lowly goblin like you, who is like a firefly trying to challenge the brilliance of the bright moon!"

"Ever since my first love, that heroic and incomparable husband, died young, I have been as cold as ice, never letting the ripples of love ripple in my heart. Those tender and sweet nights, I only spend them with my confidants of the same sex, and never throw myself into the arms of any man to have sex with him."

"Everyone knows that men regard their virgin bodies as a token of chastity. Don't you ignorant provocateurs understand this universal value? That skin as white as snow, untouched by men, is the highest tribute to the beauty of innocence."

Her words are like burning flames, fiery and resolute, and every word is like a branding iron engraved into people's hearts, showing her tenacity and her proud disdain for secular rules. Her words are gorgeous and profound, like the starry night sky, each star is telling of her dignity and determination.

Endless indignation surged in Meng Jin's chest. He looked up to the sky and howled. His voice was like thunder echoing in the valley, shocking everyone. "I don't believe it!" These two words burst out from his resolute lips and teeth, like a strong wind sweeping fallen leaves, with irresistible power. His eyes were bright, like a burning fire, illuminating the darkness around him. Every fiber was tense, showing his persistence in his belief. This was a challenge to fate, a roar against difficulties, and the firm disbelief in his heart, which turned into a stone-shattering cry, resounding through the sky and piercing the sky.

Princess Ziyang, with a face as beautiful as a blooming peony, was now filled with anger. She gritted her teeth and refuted word by word: "Since your deep love for me has faded and you are full of doubts, then let me go to Wushan with others. What right do you have to interfere? How can you discipline me?" Her voice was like a broken jade pendant. Although it was painful, it was still noble. Every word was like a golden sword, hitting the eardrums of the listeners, making people tremble at her resolute pride. These words were like a burning fire, hot and fierce, turning the indignation and unwillingness in her heart into a tragic elegy, piercing the sky and moving the world.

Princess Ziyang opened her lips slightly and said shockingly: "Who will accompany me on my bed is decided by my heart and no one can interfere. Xu Xiaofeng, the woman who is as blue as autumn water and the sky, although she is inferior to me and is my slave, her life and death, like spring flowers and autumn moon, all depends on my thoughts and dances in my hands!" Her words revealed endless domineering and pride. Every word was like silk inlaid with pearls, gorgeous and cold, showing a noble demeanor of self-centeredness.

Meng Jin's emotions at this moment were as turbulent as raging waves. His voice was like thunder shaking in the valley. He roared indignantly: "You disguised prostitute, hypocritical viper! How can your cunning and deception deceive the eyes of the world?" Every word and sentence was filled with his deep contempt and endless anger for that person, as if the starry night sky was suddenly torn apart, revealing the hidden storm behind it.