The Great Dream God

Meng Jin raised his eyebrows slightly, with a curious light flashing in his eyes, like the shining stars. He slowly spoke with a hint of inquiry in his tone: "Then, how should we define the bond between us? In the days to come, will you still look for your other half?" His questions spread out like ripples on the lake, which was thought-provoking.

Princess Ziyang, the woman as bright as the moonlight, gazed at the young man in front of her who was a little immature but ambitious, and smiled calmly, that smile was like the spring breeze blowing across the lake, warm and peaceful. She opened her red lips slightly, and her words were filled with determination and persistence: "I promise you that I will only love you in this life, this is my oath to you! I take the heaven and earth as my witness, and make this solemn promise. As a widow, I will abide by this loneliness and only accept you as a man into my world!" Her oath was loud and clear, like the brightest star in the starry night sky, illuminating Meng Jin's heart, and making it impossible to ignore its light.

A satisfied smile appeared on Meng Jin's lips, a kind of recognition and pride from the bottom of his heart, as if all his efforts were rewarded at this moment. His eyes sparkled with wisdom, like stars shining in the night sky, and his nod was light, but full of affirmation and approval, as if silently declaring victory.

However, at this quiet moment, Princess Ziyang's delicate body shook, like spring thunder exploding on the quiet lake. She raised her jade hand, with a bit of anger and helplessness, and slapped Meng Jin's forehead. Although the force was not enough to hurt people, it was enough to make the air tremble. Her voice was like pearls falling on a jade plate, crisp and harsh: "You men are really more disappointing than each other! It is said that all men in the world are unfaithful, and it seems that this is true!"

This slap was both a rebuke and a pain. In Princess Ziyang's eyes, there was a flash of insight into the world and doubt about human nature. That rebuke seemed to be telling the endless sorrow of women towards men in the world, and it also seemed to reveal a hint of complex emotional entanglement in her disappointment with Meng Jin personally.

The corners of Meng Jin's mouth drew up an unconcealable smug smile, like a spring breeze blowing across the lake, creating ripples: "So, how should we define the bond between us at this moment? Have you quietly become the other half of my life, and are you worthy of the weight of the word 'wife'?" His words were as smooth as velvet, yet with a hint of teasing sharpness.

Princess Zi Yang shook her head slightly, her black hair flowing like a waterfall, and a determined light flashed in her crystal eyes: "Absolutely not! If I were your wife, wouldn't I have to share my surname with you and make my identity dependent on you? I, Princess Zi Yang, am independent and proud, and I will never be anyone's appendage! The relationship between us may be likened to that of bosom friends, or partners fighting side by side, but it is definitely not something that can be simply covered by the name of husband and wife!" Her voice was as clear as jade, and every word was powerful, declaring her independence and tenacity.

Meng Jin gently wiped the crystal sweat from his forehead, thinking to himself that his relationship with Princess Ziyang was probably not the romantic feelings that the world imagined, but more like a friendship beyond the norm, a subtle friendship with physical contact. Their relationship was like a delicate painting, colorful but not entirely saturated with the tenderness of love.

Speaking of the depth of emotions, when Meng Jin faced Princess Ziyang, he seemed to feel only primitive desire, which was fierce and direct. If Princess Ziyang's beauty was stripped away, the emotions between them seemed to have lost their carrier, becoming like the laughter and scolding between brothers. That kind of purely physical interaction was like sharing an unspoken tacit understanding with his closest partner, which was both familiar and strange, both passionate and calm.

Meng Jin was slightly startled, and cleared his throat. His voice was dry but full of solemnity. He said, "Let's talk about business, let's talk about business!" Indeed, the task at hand cannot be ignored. Princess Ziyang, her jade-like face was embellished with panic claw marks, but it did not reduce her noble temperament. After a meticulous dressing, she led the slightly embarrassed Meng Jin into the Honglu Temple of the Human Empire. Here, the dust of history and the breath of power are intertwined, and the quaint Hongluo Temple Guild Hall stands quietly, as if telling a thousand-year story.

Inside the guild hall, two mysterious figures were waiting for their arrival. One was an old man, with years leaving deep marks on his face, but the wisdom in his eyes was like a star, which could not be underestimated. The other was a young man, with bright and firm eyes, and fearless courage on his tender face, as if foreshadowing the infinite possibilities of the future. In this solemn and dignified environment, the encounter between the four of them was destined to set off a conversation about fate.

This handsome young man, dressed in a gorgeous dragon robe, the exquisiteness and majesty of the clothing seemed to tell of his extraordinary identity, making people wonder if he was the noble monarch of a subordinate kingdom of the human empire. Every move he made revealed an innate kingly demeanor, and his bearing seemed to make even the clouds in the sky give way to him.

Princess Ziyang spoke slowly, her voice as smooth as velvet: "Let me introduce you to this old man, Ximen Yue. The traces of time carved on his face cannot conceal his profound wisdom. The young man next to him is called Wang Wu. He is the third son of the previous king of the North Sea Empire. He was once a prince, but now he is destined to be exiled. His name echoes in the Honglu Temple of the Human Empire, like a dirge, telling the story of a young man who tries to rise from the ruins and revive his country. Your mission is to cross the vast sea of ​​​​sky, escort him back to the North Sea Empire, help him, and realize his ambition to revive the throne! This is not just a journey, but also a test of courage and faith."

Meng Jin's chest seemed to be suddenly filled with an icy north wind. He gasped in shock, and his voice condensed into frost in the air: "The Sea of ​​Heaven, that is a vast body of water that is more vast than the entire prosperous human empire, a vast, boundless, deep sea like a dream! Ziyang, you guy, do you think I still have a bit of strength left, so you want to squeeze out my last drop of value until the end of my life?" His tone was full of helplessness and accusation, and every word was like a pearl inlaid with gold edges, shining brightly but carrying a biting coldness.

Upon hearing this, Princess Ziyang revealed a sly smile, as if a violet bloomed in spring, elegant and rhythmic. She said leisurely: "Since the tool is so useful, why not use it to the best of your ability until your last breath? You just need to tell me, are you willing to take on this commission?!" Her tone was full of unquestionable determination, as if everything was under her control.

Meng Jin frowned slightly, like ripples on a lake surface brushed by the autumn wind. He weighed the pros and cons in his mind, and finally nodded helplessly, saying, "Accept it, so what? If I refuse, won't you immediately take Xu Xiaofeng with you and leave gracefully, leaving me alone to face this embarrassing situation? Princess Ziyang, I know you too well. You are a smart and cunning little fox. Once you find the opponent's weakness, you will exert pressure mercilessly!"

Upon hearing this, Princess Ziyang raised her eyebrows slightly, her eyes twinkling with pride, like stars twinkling in the night sky. She responded confidently: "This is not a trick, but an innate talent!"

Meng Jin gazed deeply at the young man in front of him and the respected old man. Both of them nodded to him respectfully to show their respect for him.