The Great Dream God

Meng Jin's face showed a deep doubt, and he shook his head slowly, as if to dispel those chaotic thoughts. His eyes were firm, looking directly at the other party, and he said word by word: "I don't want to waste time with you in this endless dispute. Your words have no weight in my opinion." He emphasized each word, letting its weight fall in the air, like an iron hammer hitting a bronze bell, echoing.

"Your words," Meng Jin continued, his tone full of disdain, "cannot touch me at all, let alone change my perception of the facts." His words were like a cold blade, cutting through the hypocrisy in the air and pointing directly at the words of the Bluebirds. "I don't trust any promises, any guarantees, or any words that seem sincere from you Bluebirds." His words were like a solid barrier, isolating him from the other party's words.

"Your words are too gorgeous, but lack substance, like clouds floating in the sky, seemingly beautiful, but untouchable and unreliable." Meng Jin's eyes flashed with determination, and his words were like a ruler, measuring the truth and falsehood, revealing the reality. "I only believe in the facts that I have seen with my own eyes, heard with my own ears, and experienced personally." His voice was firm and powerful, unquestionable, showing his deep doubts about the Bluebird Clan and his firm belief in his own judgment.

When the bluebird heard this, a trace of disappointment flashed in its eyes, and it shook its head gently, like a fallen autumn leaf, carrying unspeakable regret. Its feathers looked even darker in the dim light, as if it was stained with a layer of haze by this sudden news. "It's a pity," it whispered in a low voice, full of regret, "We, the bluebird clan, have never been lucky enough to win a friend like you. But please believe me, this does not mean that I will give in easily."

The bluebird's eyes are burning with a determined light, which is an indomitable spirit and a persistent expectation for the future. It knows that every setback is a step to victory, and every difficulty is a gravel to sharpen its will. Its words are full of power, as if announcing to the world that no matter how bumpy the road ahead is, it will not give up.

"We will see each other again in the future!" Although the words of the bluebird were gentle, they echoed in the air like spring thunder, with unquestionable determination. After that, it flapped its wings and flew high, and gracefully walked down the wooden stairs, each step full of determination and perseverance. The wooden boards of the attic trembled slightly under its footsteps, as if telling the melancholy of parting, and as if looking forward to the next reunion. The figure of the bluebird gradually disappeared in the shadow of the attic, leaving a room of silence, and only the firm oath echoed in the air for a long time.

Meng Jin slowly retracted his gaze. His deep eyes seemed to reflect the turmoil of the world, but he resolutely brushed it away in an instant. His heart was like a peaceful lake, sinking all the worries and troubles to the bottom of the lake, no longer disturbing his heart. He whispered to himself, with a tone of relief: "The mission has come to an end. I have the right to choose to stay away from all these disputes and return to the comfortable place that belongs to me - the imperial capital."

In the center of the bustling imperial capital, there is a small courtyard. It is his safe haven and his spiritual home. There, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. The years are peaceful. There is no swordplay in front of you, and no danger is everywhere. He imagined himself in that small courtyard, drinking a cup of fragrant tea, watching the clouds roll by, and listening to the wind chanting poems. This kind of life is what he longs for, away from the hustle and bustle, quiet and leisurely.

After that, Meng Jin walked towards the bedroom with a firm step, his tired body seemed to be looking forward to the upcoming peace. He fell into the soft bed, as if to swallow up all the hard work of the day. Closing his eyes, his thoughts gradually drifted away. The small courtyard in the imperial capital, full of greenery and mottled sunlight, became the only scenery in his dream at this moment. This dangerous world has nothing to do with him at this moment. His world is only that peaceful world.

The next day, when the first rays of sunlight filled the earth, Meng Jin walked through the quiet streets and came to Edward's luxurious villa standing on the top of the hill. The villa, like a bright pearl, bathed in the golden morning light, looked solemn and mysterious. Meng Jin stood in front of the gate of the villa. The iron carved gate glowed coldly in the sun, as if telling its history and story.

He took a deep breath of fresh air, then raised his head and looked directly at Edward on the second-floor balcony. Edward was leaning on the railing, the sun dancing on his blond hair, reflecting a dazzling halo. Meng Jin's voice echoed in the air, with a hint of barely perceptible tension: "Edward, did anyone unusual come to see you last night? Or, is there anything that made you feel strange?"

When Edward heard this, a hint of confusion flashed in his eyes. He frowned slightly, as if recalling every detail of last night.

Edward's eyes flashed with confusion when he heard this. He slowly shook his head and responded, "Boss, I was guarding here last night, and I really didn't see anyone coming in or out. Everything was as quiet as a sleeping lake, with only the mottled shadows cast by the moonlight on the window dancing. Why do you ask this question? Did you encounter something unusual last night?" Although his voice was calm, the concern contained in it was self-evident.

Meng Jin took a deep breath, his eyes solemn, as if recalling the night that made him uneasy. "The Bluebird Tribe," he said word by word, "is an ancient and mysterious tribe, and their legends are spread on the edge of our world. It is said that they only appear when the moonlight is the brightest, carrying out tasks that we cannot understand. I seemed to see their traces in the forest late last night, or maybe it was my illusion." His eyes flashed with doubt and curiosity, and it was obvious that this sudden encounter caught him off guard.

The corners of Edward's mouth curled up with a trace of contempt, and his eyes flashed with contempt for that ethnic group. "They," he said slowly, each word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, "are a group that lacks loyalty, and the country is insignificant in their hearts. For their own well-being, they will not even hesitate to sacrifice the interests of the country. This is a sad selfishness." His voice was cold and full of criticism, as if he was revealing an unknown ugly truth.

Meng Jin felt the same way, as if he had found a resonant string. "They tried to use me," he continued, with a hint of helplessness in his tone, "They wanted me to help them restore their country, as if the country was just a pawn in their hands. However, I did not agree. I adhered to higher principles, the dignity of the country and the well-being of the people." He shook his head slightly, with a firm light in his eyes, "I came here to ask you if you were also harassed by these people yesterday. We can't let their conspiracy succeed. We must protect our homeland."