The Great Dream God

Meng Jin seemed to be indifferent to Bluebird's worries and troubles. His eyes were deep, like an endless sea of ​​stars, containing secrets that no one could understand. He waved his hand gently, the movement was graceful and powerful, as if silently announcing his determination. Bluebird, the mysterious woman who once soared in the sky, now looked like a bird with its wings wet by wind and rain, with its head lowered and its steps heavy.

The King of Cthulhu followed them silently, his body looking particularly majestic against the backdrop of the desert. His eyes showed his concern for the blue bird, but as a king, he chose to remain silent and keep this concern deep in his heart.

The three of them walked out of the sacred and solemn temple and stepped into the vast desert outside. The sand was dancing in the wind, and the sun was shining on the golden sand dunes, reflecting a dazzling light. Meng Jin turned his head and looked at the lonely figure of Qingniao, and a trace of pity arose in his heart. Every step she took seemed to be stepping on his heart, and the heaviness made him unable to ignore it.

The bluebird suddenly raised her head, her eyes filled with unprecedented sorrow. The eyes that once sparkled with wisdom were now covered by thick dark clouds, leaving only endless sorrow. Crystal tears hung on her eyelashes, falling heavily one by one, hitting the dry yellow sand, like pearls falling into the desert, disappearing in an instant, leaving only a faint trace.

Meng Jin was heartbroken when he saw this scene. He reached out his hand and gently placed it on Qingniao's trembling shoulder, with a strength that was full of care and caution. He wanted to speak and use words to soothe the pain in her heart, but he knew that sometimes words were so powerless, facing deep sorrow, they seemed pale and powerless.

He looked at the bluebird, whose eyes, which had once illuminated the difficult road they had walked together, were now blurred by tears. He understood that those tears were not only an expression of sadness, but also a farewell to the beautiful memories of the past and a cry for irreparable regrets.

Bluebird suddenly raised her head, and the hot tears in her eyes seemed to be catalyzed by some force, instantly turning into countless flashing points of light, like falling stars, beautiful and strange. Meng Jin's heart tightened, and he sensed an ominous breath. His intuition told him that he had to take action. He pushed Bluebird away, but everything happened too fast and too suddenly, and his reaction was still a step slow.

A blinding beam of light burst out from the bluebird's eyes like lightning, without any warning or mercy. Meng Jin wanted to dodge, but the speed of the beam was far beyond his imagination, and it instantly cut his cheek, leaving a deep scar, like an unforgettable brand. He covered the wound on his face in pain, and the blood slowly slid down his fingers, forming a sharp contrast with his shocked expression.

Meng Jin staggered back a few steps, each step seemed to step on his heart, the pain and shock intertwined, making him almost unstable. He widened his eyes, unable to believe what he saw, looking at Qingniao, the woman he once loved deeply, who had now become so strange. His voice was full of anger and confusion: "Are you crazy? What's wrong with you? Don't you even recognize your relatives?"

His questioning echoed in the air, carrying endless doubts and pain, but Qingniao did not answer, but stared at him quietly with her shining eyes, making it impossible to guess her inner world. At this moment, the distance between them seemed to be farther than ever. The beam of light not only cut Meng Jin's face, but also cut the emotional bond between them.

The bluebird, who was like winter frost and snow, did not stop after hearing these words. Instead, she walked more firmly into the depths of the dream. Every step seemed to be on the pulse of time, heavy and resolute. Her figure loomed in the mist of the dream, like an ancient painting eroded by time.

"I don't recognize any relatives!" Her words were like hailstones hitting the silent night sky, cold and ruthless. The power contained in her voice was enough to shatter any obstacle that tried to stop her. Her eyes were like a sharp sword, piercing people's hearts, making it impossible to ignore her determination and tenacity.

"You have taken away the most important thing I have been pursuing all my life!" Her words were full of pain and anger, a deep accusation of loss. To her, that thing was more important than life, it was the sustenance of her soul and the meaning of her existence. At this moment, it was in the hands of others, which made her unbearable.

"I must kill you, even if I have to give you my heart and soul, I must take back what is hidden in you!" Her eyes burned with a raging fire, the fire of revenge, and the persistent pursuit of what was lost. She firmly believed that the thing belonged to her and was an indispensable part of her life. She was willing to pay any price, even the most cruel means, to take it back.

Bluebird, the woman who was teased by fate, is like a beast forced into a desperate situation at this moment. In order to retrieve her lost treasure, she will not hesitate to tear apart any obstacle in her way.

The bluebird swooped down like an eagle soaring in the sky, aiming directly at Meng Jin's heart. Her movements were as fast as lightning, and every inch of air was torn apart behind her, leaving a trail of afterimages. Facing this sudden attack, Meng Jin's eyes flashed with a calm light, as if he had already expected all this.

However, at this critical moment, the King of Cthulhu beside Meng Jin, the legendary ancient being, slowly raised a finger. The finger was not thick, but contained endless power and mystery, as if connected to the abyss of the universe. Suddenly, a strange blood-red glow bloomed at the tip of the finger, like a meteor in the dark night, short but dazzling.

The blood-red light shot towards Bluebird like an arrow, instantly hitting her body. At that moment, time seemed to freeze, with only the blood-red light drawing a sad arc in the air. Then, a deafening explosion sounded, and Bluebird's body was blown to pieces in the blood-red light, like a fallen leaf blown by the wind, unable to fly anymore.

The blood that flowed out of her mouth was like a blooming red lotus, sprinkling the sky where the bluebird once soared. It was her last struggle and unwillingness.

Her body fell heavily to the ground and stopped moving. Her once agile figure was now in a mess.

At that moment, all the strength, speed and determination vanished in the blood light. Bluebird, the once brave warrior, could only lie quietly on the ground, unable to get up again, and could no longer pursue her goal.

This confrontation ended in such a cruel way, and the cruelty and power of the King of Cthulhu were also fully displayed at this moment.