The Great Dream God

A strong shock suddenly surged in Meng Jin's heart, like a surging wave sweeping over him, catching him off guard.

There was confusion and puzzlement in his eyes, as if everything before him was beyond his expectations and he could not digest it immediately.

However, he did not allow himself to dwell on his surprise for long.

Meng Jin knew very well that life was always full of unknowns and twists and turns, and the situation at this moment, although unexpected, was not unreasonable.

He took a deep breath and turned his surprise into a calm analysis, thinking that such an arrangement might be hiding a certain inevitability and was a reasonable result of the development of things to this point.

As the emotions deep in his heart gradually settled, his state of mind gradually dissipated like ripples on the lake. Led by an elegant and respectful waiter, he slowly stepped into a dreamlike art palace - a luxurious villa. This villa, standing in the embrace of soft moonlight, is like a peaceful painting, showing dignity and tranquility.

The marble steps seem to be gently brushed by the moonlight, emitting a jade-like warm luster, reflecting the depth and tranquility of the night. With every step, you can feel the calmness and historical precipitation from the ancient stone. The carefully carved stone lions on both sides, with their bright eyes, guard this sacred land, as if telling visitors the glorious story of the villa.

The exquisite iron gate, like an artist's brushstrokes, outlines a complex pattern on the curtain of the night, with smooth lines and elegant shapes, exuding a solemn and mysterious atmosphere. A light knock on the door knocker seems to be able to hear the echo of time, and every opening is an exploration of the unknown world.

The surrounding gardens are like nature's palette, colorful and full of floral fragrance.

Meng Jin's eyes swept over every detail, from the exquisite chandeliers to the carved fireplaces, from the spacious floor-to-ceiling windows to the neatly arranged valuable furniture, all of which revealed the owner's luxurious life and unique aesthetics.

Meng Jin occupies a villa's attic all by himself, as if he is looking for his own peace. He leans against the carved window lattice, gazing at the picturesque new Luoyang city outside the window. This ancient yet rejuvenated city presents a series of prosperous pictures in his sight. Skyscrapers towering in the clouds complement the quaint temples, telling the story of the changing times and the sedimentation of history.

The streets of New Luoyang are bustling with traffic and people, full of life. The neon-lit night market and the dimly lit alleys interweave a lively urban scene, which is in sharp contrast to the quietly flowing Luo River in the distance.

Suddenly, the silence was broken by a gentle and powerful sound of footsteps, which sounded like the night wind blowing through the bamboo forest, leisurely and eye-catching. Meng Jin couldn't help but turn around, and his eyes fell on a woman who was slowly approaching. She was wearing a light blue dress, and the corners of her clothes fluttered gently in the breeze, as if carrying the freshness and tranquility of the morning in the mountains.

The woman's eyes were deep and charming, like a mysterious treasure under a quiet lake, flashing a mysterious and firm light. In those eyes, there was both exploration of the unknown and fearlessness of challenges, as if there was an untold story hidden, making people want to find out.

Meng Jin's eyes were fixed on the mysterious woman in front of him. His eyes were deep and focused, like stars in the night, flashing with doubt. He frowned slightly, not out of displeasure, but out of curiosity about the unknown and emphasis on responsibility. His words were as smooth as velvet, with a hint of inquiry, but without losing due courtesy: "I would like to ask, do you have the legal authority to enter this villa? After all, its safety is our primary concern."

The woman didn't seem to be affected by his doubts. Instead, she showed an elegant and warm smile, which was like the sunshine in early spring, bright but not dazzling. Her eyes were as bright as stars, hiding wisdom and tenacity that could not be ignored. She nodded slightly, her movements light and solemn, as if the wind gently blew across the lake, causing ripples and giving people a sense of tranquil beauty. Her voice was like mountain stream, clear and melodious, and every word flowed with endless stories: "The villa you see is indeed a gift from our family to the royal family, a deep gratitude for the royal family's long-term shelter and support. Every inch of land and every piece of rubble were carefully selected and carefully built by our family. They not only represent our respect for the royal family, but also symbolize our family's oath of loyalty to the country."

She continued, her voice full of affection: "From design to construction, we personally took care of every step to ensure that every brick and tile carries our heart. Those seemingly ordinary beams and pillars are actually made of precious wood. They are stable and solid, just like our family's promise to the royal family, rain or shine, always consistent. And those exquisite decorations, whether murals or sculptures, are the works of artists who have put their heart and soul into it. They tell the deep history between our family and the royal family, and witness the changes of countless years."

Meng Jin's gaze was like being attracted by a magnet and never left her. There seemed to be endless stars hidden in his deep eyes, making it difficult for people to understand his thoughts.

His voice was calm and deep, with an imperceptible inquiry. Every word was like striking the strings of a guitar in the air, echoing in the quiet space: "There is no wind without waves. Nothing in the world happens for no reason. You have come to me now, you must have expectations and demands in your heart. The communication between people is an unspoken understanding. You don't need to be shy. If you need anything, just say it." His words revealed a kind of understanding and acceptance, which made people feel at ease, as if any secret could find a place to rest in front of him.

The woman's eyes were bright and determined. She praised him without hiding anything: "Your ability is undoubtedly outstanding, just like a bright star illuminating the darkness. You can actually help Wang Wu rebuild his kingdom. You are truly a rare hero in the world. I have something that has been bothering me for a long time. I would like to ask you, the brave gentleman, to lend a hand. I wonder if you are willing to do me a favor? Here, I should first introduce myself to you. My name is Qingque, and I come from the distant bluebird clan."

The name Qingque is just like her, fresh and lively, as if one can hear the clear chirping of birds in the sky. The Qingniao tribe she belongs to is a legendary existence, a nation without a fixed home. They are like birds in the sky, following the wind, making the world their home, coexisting harmoniously with nature, and full of mystery and freedom.