The Great Dream God

Princess Ziyang's beautiful face was now shrouded in a haze of fear. Her face, which was originally as pink as peach blossoms in spring, was now as pale as paper and bloodless. She closed her eyes tightly, and her thick eyelashes trembled slightly like frightened butterfly wings, and every tremor seemed to tell of her inner fear. Her smooth forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, each of which was crystal clear, like the round dewdrops on the lotus leaves in the morning, flashing a heartbreaking light in the weak light.

She lay helplessly on the cold ground, her body struggling and trembling like a leaf in the wind. Her limbs twitched like spasms, as if she was fighting a desperate battle with some invisible fear. Her clothes became messy during the struggle, like a delicate flower blown by the wind, losing its original beauty and elegance.

The same was true for Qingshan and Qingyun. Their faces were distorted, as if they had fallen into an endless nightmare and could not extricate themselves. In that illusory dream world, their consciousness gradually sank, as if they were trapped in a bottomless swamp. The more they struggled, the deeper they sank. Their eyes were empty and lifeless, as if their souls had been taken away, leaving only empty shells. It would take at least six hours for them to wake up from this deep dream, and during this long time, they would struggle in the abyss of fear and despair.

When these people were in deep trouble, Meng Jin was able to successfully take Zhang Tianlong away from this dangerous place full of right and wrong. Meng Jin looked back at the people lying on the ground, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes. In his eyes, there was pity, helplessness, determination, and a trace of barely perceptible guilt. Then, he resolutely withdrew his gaze, as if he wanted to put all this behind him. He hugged Zhang Tianlong tightly in his arms, and the action was firm and powerful, as if Zhang Tianlong was the most precious treasure in his life.

Meng Jin's figure was like a flash of lightning, rushing through the darkness. His speed was as fast as the wind, leaving only a blurry afterimage wherever he passed. The night was as dark as ink, as thick as ink that could not be dissolved, covering the whole world in darkness. However, Meng Jin's figure was particularly eye-catching in the darkness. He was like a bright star, shining the light of hope in this endless darkness.

Soon, Meng Jin arrived outside his original residence. Outside the residence, a group of imperial soldiers in shiny armor were waiting in battle formation. The armor shone with a cold light under the moonlight, like pieces of silver fish scales, which made people shudder. Their figures were like cold sculptures under the moonlight, motionless, exuding a suffocating majesty.

Meng Jin knew that his son was in the mansion, but at this moment, he could not recognize his son. He was not sure whether his son was alive or dead, which filled his heart with pain and helplessness. It was a stabbing pain like a knife, and every time he breathed, it was as if a sharp blade was slashing through his heart. His eyes were full of sadness and determination, which was a kind of helplessness towards fate and a struggle against reality.

"Dad will be back soon! I will save you right away!" Meng Jin's voice was deep and firm, as if it was a vow from the depths of his soul. The voice echoed in the silent night, with an irresistible force. After saying that, he resolutely turned around and disappeared into the vast night, leaving behind only a lonely and resolute back. Against the backdrop of the moonlight, the back looked particularly tall, but also full of endless sadness and helplessness.

At the same time, in Zhang Tianlong's backyard, Princess Ziyang, Qingshan and Qingyun slowly stood up from the ground. Princess Ziyang's jade-like slender hands gently covered her forehead, and her eyes revealed a trace of fatigue and worry. Her hair was a little messy, and a few strands of black hair stuck to her fair cheeks, adding a bit of frail beauty.

She slowly raised her head and looked forward, her eyes seemed to contain endless worries. She said softly: "This matter is gradually becoming difficult. Zhang Tianlong was not killed as we wished, but was rescued by Meng Jin. This guy is our enemy, an extremely difficult opponent! His appearance has completely messed up our plans, just like a carefully planned chess game, all the layouts were disrupted by an unexpected chess piece."

Qingshan's face was as gloomy as water, and his eyes were full of anger and unwillingness. "This Meng Jin has repeatedly ruined our plans. He is so hateful!" He gritted his teeth and said, his voice full of hatred.

Qingyun had a serious look on his face. After thinking for a moment, he slowly said, "This person really should not be underestimated. We must make a new plan, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous."

Princess Ziyang nodded slightly, and a gleam of determination flashed in her eyes. "That's right, we can't just sit there and wait for death. Zhang Tianlong must die, and Meng Jin must pay the price for what he did!" Her voice was as cold as frost, and people couldn't help but feel cold in their hearts.

At this time, the moonlight was like water, sprinkling on their bodies, reflecting their slender figures. However, this beautiful moonlight could not cover up the haze and fear in their hearts.

Qingshan frowned his sword-like eyebrows, with a hint of doubt in his eyes, and said: "An enemy who used conspiracy and trickery?" Princess Ziyang looked at Qingshan quietly, her eyes seemed to be able to see through everything. She slowly said: "As far as I know, in his career, any enemy who underestimated his strength ended up with a tragic end. The ending was so miserable that it was frightening."

Cold sweat slowly seeped out of Qingshan's forehead, and there was a hint of uncertainty in his voice: "It's not as serious as you said, right?" Princess Ziyang's eyes became more determined, and her tone was full of seriousness: "It's more serious than what I said! Meng Jin is a man with a meticulous mind and extraordinary wisdom. Every step he takes seems to have been carefully planned, making it difficult to guard against. He is like a hunter in the dark, quietly waiting for the opportunity. Once the prey reveals a flaw, he will not hesitate to launch a fatal attack. If you are an enemy of him, you will fall into an irreparable situation if you are not careful."

Princess Ziyang's words echoed in the air, and everyone present fell into deep thought. Qingyun's face also became solemn. He knew that what Princess Ziyang said was true. Meng Jin's reputation had long been spread in the martial arts world. His methods were so cruel that people were terrified.

"We must re-examine this opponent and make a more careful plan, otherwise it will be difficult for us to win this contest." Princess Zi Yang's voice broke the silence, and her eyes flashed with determination, as if lighting a bright lamp in the darkness.

Qingshan and Qingyun nodded, expressing their agreement with Princess Ziyang's opinion. They understood that facing a strong enemy like Mengjin, they must go all out and not slack off. Otherwise, endless disasters would be waiting for them.

The night was still deep. And the dispute between Zhang Tianlong and Meng Jin had just begun.