The Great Dream God

Lisa's eyes were as bright as stars, shining with a unique brilliance, which was the surprise and excitement of discovering a new world. Deep in her pupils, it seemed as if thousands of stars were dancing, each representing her surprise and expectation.

That light was not ordinary, it revealed not only satisfaction, but also a deep gratitude and recognition. The corners of her mouth rose slightly, outlining an arc, a smile filled with joy, like the warm sunshine in spring, warm and bright.

Her words were full of gratitude, and every word was full of affection: "Thank you, Master." This was not just a simple thank you, but also an expression of her endless trust and dependence on her master.

She knew in her heart that following her master was not just for seeking shelter. The feeling of security was important, but at this moment, she experienced more value. Those unexpected gains, like surprises in life, lit up her way forward time and time again, making her full of expectations for the future.

"I really didn't expect," she said with a hint of surprise and delight, "that following you would bring me such a rich and profound experience. It's like opening a door to a new world."

Meng Jin's response was like the warm sunshine of spring, gentle but with a solemnity that could not be ignored. His voice was deep and magnetic, and every word seemed to leave a faint trace in the air. "This is just the beginning," he said slowly, his eyes flashing with deep wisdom, like stars shining in the night sky, "I look forward to your growth, but the premise is that you must abandon Edward's complicated mind. Life is not a palace drama, there is no need for intrigue, sincerity and openness are the cornerstones of success."

The red bird suddenly broke the silence; its sharp cry was like the sound of a huge bell, echoing between the stone walls and shaking every sleeping stone.

The feathers of the red bird were as blazing as flames, but now they were trembling in the windless air, as if they were disturbed by an invisible fear, and they looked extremely flustered and uneasy. Their wings were slightly spread out, as if they were seeking a sheltering embrace.

Meng Jin immediately caught this subtle change. His eyes were like the Big Dipper in the night sky, bright and firm. He slowly walked towards the red bird, his movements gentle and steady, so as not to scare the frightened creature. He stretched out a hand, and his fingers gently drew a soothing arc in the air, signaling the red bird to lower its proud head.

The red bird seemed to sense his kindness, and after hesitating for a moment, it lowered its head obediently. Meng Jin's fingers gently fell on the red bird's head, and the rough feathers rubbed against his palm, bringing a strange warmth.

His brows knitted together in a thoughtful expression, as if he was trying to interpret the bird's emotions. He whispered to himself, his words full of concern, "Why is this red bird so anxious? I can clearly feel its fear and tension, as if it is facing a huge threat."

The footsteps in the darkness became clearer and clearer, and every step seemed to hit the three people's nervous heartstrings, making the air seem to freeze. Meng Jin tightly grasped the dagger in his hand, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, his intuition told him that this was not an ordinary visitor.

Lisa clung to the rock wall, sweat oozing from her palms, but she remained calm. She cleverly concealed the torch in her hand, revealing only a faint light to avoid attracting unnecessary attention.

Chi Niao also held his breath, half-crouched, ready to attack at any time. His eyes scanned the darkness, trying to catch any movement. The tacit understanding between the three of them was fully demonstrated at this moment. Although fear and anxiety surged in their hearts, they understood that only by unity can they face the unknown challenges.

The shadows of the rocks provided them with temporary shelter, but also limited their vision. They could only rely on hearing to interpret the mysterious approaching person.

Deep in the dark cave, the long-standing silence was torn apart by waves of approaching footsteps. These sounds were like stones thrown into the lake, causing layers of echoes, spreading out in circles, and finally forming a silent symphony in the empty stone chamber. Every footstep was like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's heart, awakening the vigilance of everyone present. From the dim corners, several figures quietly appeared, their steps were firm and powerful, and the swords in their hands flashed with cold light, like a sign of death in the darkness.

They were wearing bright orange-yellow armor, which was particularly eye-catching in the darkness, like a flame burning in the night, which could not be ignored. Meng Jin was hiding behind a huge rock and witnessed all this with his own eyes. His face instantly turned as pale as paper.

His heart shuddered. The bright orange-yellow armor in his memory was the symbol of the North Sea Empire's army, which showed that the identity of the newcomer was unquestionable. His heartbeat suddenly accelerated, like the beating of a war drum. Tension and anxiety were entangled in his heart like vines, and his fear was intensified every minute and every second.

The explorers stopped in the dim stone chamber, their eyes wandering between the ancient rock walls, trying to catch a clue to answer the doubts in their hearts. The crisp bird song just now seemed to echo in this empty cave, making people curious.

One team member stood up firmly, his eyes flashing with an unquestionable light, and announced to everyone: "I am sure that I heard real birds singing, not hallucinations!" However, another team member in the crowd disagreed, and a hint of sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. He retorted: "Maybe you are just too nervous in this unknown place, so you have an illusion."

Faced with his companions' doubts and distrust, the man who firmly believed in his hearing did not back down, but instead strengthened his belief. He took a step forward and walked towards a corner of the stone chamber, where there was a seemingly inconspicuous bird's nest hidden between the cracks in the rocks.

He approached and carefully observed the nest, not missing any details. His eyes were full of determination, as if he was looking for a secret to prove his correctness. Finally, he took a deep breath, without any hesitation, and jumped up to the rock where the bird's nest was.

He landed gently on the carefully woven bird's nest, and the soft dry grass and feathers under his feet intertwined into a warm shelter. His heartbeat instantly accelerated, and an irrepressible surprise emerged on his face, as if he had discovered a priceless treasure.

His eyes penetrated the cracks in the nest and fell on the furry, wide-eyed little creatures. The birds were chirping, their voices childish and full of energy, the same mysterious melody they had heard deep in the forest.

"Look, it's a nest of chicks!" He excitedly announced to his companions, his tone full of excitement and surprise. He reached out and carefully touched the slightly warm feathers, as if touching the hope for the future. "These little guys," he continued, "their calls are what we are tracking, and now, they are right in front of us, they are young monsters with unlimited potential."

His eyes burned with great ambition and endless expectation, as if he had already seen what these little birds would be like when they grew up.