The Great Dream God

Hearing this, Lisa's lips, as tender as cherry blossoms, trembled slightly, and she bit them lightly involuntarily. The color of her lips was like the first blooming cherry blossoms, tender and tender, but revealing a hint of uneasiness. Her eyes revealed a trace of anxiety and uneasiness, and her eyes were like a deer lost in the fog, hesitant and helpless. Slowly, she said, "How should we defend it?" The voice seemed to carry endless confusion and hesitation, echoing in this empty space, like a sad melody, touching people's heartstrings.

Xu Xiaofeng took a deep breath, and that breath seemed to absorb the whole world into her body. Her chest rose and fell slightly, like the surging waves, containing endless power. Her eyes were firm and deep, like the brightest stars in the night sky, the light was dazzling, and seemed to be able to penetrate all the darkness. She said slowly: "We'll talk about it when the time comes. I think there is still that trick if it doesn't work! As long as you use that trick, things will get better!" Her words were full of a mysterious power, that power was like an ancient spell, making people look forward to that unknown trick.

When Lisa heard that Xu Xiaofeng seemed to have a solution, the heavy stone in her heart seemed to fall a little. She nodded as if relieved, and her originally tense nerves also relaxed a little at this moment. She breathed a long sigh of relief, and that breath seemed to be the release of her long-suppressed fatigue and worry. However, this breath seemed to take away all her strength, and her eyes suddenly went black, and she fell into a coma in an instant. Her body fell slowly like a withered petal, as if the whole world became silent at this moment.

Xu Xiaofeng looked at Lisa who was in a coma, and a trace of worry flashed in her eyes. The worry was like a wisp of smoke, slowly rising in her eyes. She gently withdrew her gaze and prayed silently in her heart: "I hope this method really works!" The voice was like a whisper in the breeze, with endless expectations, as if praying to fate.

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In the distant sky, a red sun was like a bright gem, emitting dazzling light. The light was like thousands of golden arrows, piercing through the clouds and illuminating the earth. However, this light could not illuminate the path of the group of Qingque people in black robes. They were like a group of black ghosts, slowly moving forward on this vast land.

They led an army of 10,000 people, like a black torrent, surging forward. The team was mighty and majestic, as if it could swallow everything. Their steps were heavy and firm, and every step seemed to declare their determination. During this long journey, they passed through a dense forest. In the forest, ancient trees were towering, and their branches and leaves intertwined, forming a green ocean. They struggled forward in this ocean, and the branches and leaves scratched their black robes, making a rustling sound.

They climbed over the steep mountain. The mountain was so high that it reached the sky, and was surrounded by clouds and mist, like a fairyland. However, for them, this was a difficult hurdle. They used their hands and feet to climb up the steep mountain wall step by step. Sweat poured down on the rocks, leaving clear traces.

They crossed the turbulent river. The river roared and splashed like a ferocious beast. They rode on a simple raft and bravely moved forward in the rapids. The river hit the raft, making a huge noise, as if challenging them. However, they were not afraid and successfully crossed the river with their tenacious will.

Their clothes have long been soaked with sweat and dust, and have become heavy and dirty, as if they carry the hardships they have endured along the way. Their faces have also been deeply marked by the years and the wind and frost, which are the marks of their struggle and the symbol of their unyielding spirit. However, there is always an unyielding flame burning in their eyes, which is the desire for victory and the pursuit of glory. The flame is hot and bright, as if it can illuminate their way forward.

Finally, they stopped thirty miles outside Huaiyang City. The soldiers moved quickly and set up camp. Their movements were skillful and quick, as if all this had become their instinct. Soon, tents sprang up like bamboo shoots after rain, forming a huge camp. The tents were neatly arranged, like a solid castle, exuding a majestic atmosphere.

In the camp, smoke rose up from the cooking fires, as the soldiers were making final preparations for the upcoming battle. The smoke was like wisps of gauze, slowly floating in the air, adding a touch of warmth to the tense atmosphere.

At this moment, a man in ragged clothes slowly walked out of the forest. His figure was a little blurry in the mottled light and shadow, as if he was a ghost walking out of the darkness. His steps were staggering and heavy, as if every step required him to spend a lot of strength. His hair was messy, covering most of his face, making it impossible to see his features clearly. However, from his firm eyes, one could feel an unparalleled strength.

He walked slowly, and the fallen leaves under his feet made a rustling sound, as if telling his story. The sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves and sprinkled on his body, forming golden spots. However, these spots did not bring him any warmth, but made his figure look more lonely and desolate.

On the way to the main tent of the central army, several soldiers wearing armor and looking alert, holding long spears, walked forward like insurmountable mountains, blocking the man's way. Edward looked up at the soldiers in front of him. He was the one who walked out of the forest. He slowly stretched out a finger, which was slender and white, like a fine work of art. A white light shone on the finger, and the light was like the first ray of sunlight in the morning, warm and soft. However, behind this warm light, there was a deadly force hidden.

The light burst out instantly, illuminating everything around. The soldiers' eyes were filled with fear and despair. They tried to resist, but found that their bodies could no longer move. The next second, before the soldiers could react, they turned into ashes under the light. The ashes fell like black snowflakes, forming a strange pattern on the ground. Edward watched all this expressionlessly, as if it was just a trivial matter. He took firm steps and walked into the battle in the middle of the army.

After entering the tent, he took off his tattered clothes without hesitation and changed into a black robe. The black robe was like a ball of black flame, burning the hatred and desire in his heart. His eyes revealed a cold breath, which made people shudder.

Facing a group of calm Greenbirds, Edward's eyes flashed with disdain. He said coldly, "Lord of the Dark Night!" His voice was low and hoarse, as if it was a call from the depths of hell. The voice echoed in the tent, making people's souls tremble.

The men took off their hats one after another, revealing their faces. Their faces were twisted and hideous, as if they were cursed by a demon. Their eyes flashed with red light, which was as dazzling as blood. The light contained endless evil and darkness, which made people dare not look directly at it.

They sang in an aria: "Never sleep!" The voice was melodious and low, as if telling an ancient and mysterious legend. The voice echoed in the tent, carrying a mysterious power that made people feel creepy. The voice seemed to be a movement from hell, playing the melody of destruction.

Each of them is from the Demon Territory, a pure demon clan! Not the Blue Bird Clan!

It seemed like a secret code, a code that only they understood.

Behind this code, there is a huge conspiracy.