The Great Dream God

Outside Wolong City, the sun burst out, and the bright light illuminates this ancient land.

Qingfeng was still immersed in his victory. The joy of victory was like strong liquor, making him intoxicated and unable to extricate himself. He did not realize that his brother Qingyue's resentment and dissatisfaction with him had already begun to take root like a deeply buried seed. He strode proudly on the path he had chosen, as if the whole world was at his feet.

"Brother, you are so proud, have you ever thought about how I feel?" Qingyue's heart was full of resentment, he whispered to himself in his heart.

The setting sun was like blood, and the setting sun was like fire, illuminating the vast land like a majestic painting. The blood-like afterglow was wantonly splashed on the earth, outlining a sad and magnificent scene. Qingyue dragged his tired body that seemed to have been drained of all his strength, and walked back to his quiet courtyard with heavy and slow steps. Every step seemed to carry endless fatigue and vicissitudes, and his figure looked particularly lonely in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Finally, he arrived in front of the courtyard and slowly pushed open the slightly old door. Instantly, a familiar smell came to him like a tide. It was the smell of home, the comfort of his soul. And the kind figure of his mother also came into his sight.

"Son, what's wrong with you?" the mother asked with concern.

Qingyue's eyes revealed a trace of resentment that was difficult to conceal, and the flame of anger burned in his eyes. "Mom, Qingfeng went too far today! His arrogant and domineering appearance, as well as his contemptuous attitude towards me, I really can't stand it!" He couldn't wait to tell his mother everything Qingfeng had done, no matter how big or small. His words were like a surging torrent, carrying his inner grievance and unwillingness.

"How could Qingfeng treat his brother like this!" the mother said angrily, her face gradually became gloomy, and the flame of anger burned in her eyes. "My son, you have been wronged, and I will definitely seek justice for you!" Her heart was as painful as being bitten by thousands of ants, and she knew that her child had been greatly wronged. The anger continued to accumulate in her heart, and finally turned into a firm determination: she must help Qingyue, dampen Qingfeng's spirit, and seek justice for her child.

Then, a trace of determination flashed across the mother's firm eyes, like a bright meteor streaking across the night sky. "I will contact the people in the family right now and make sure Qingfeng knows how powerful he is!" said the mother.

She quickly contacted people within the family, and in that mysterious and complex family network, she was like a shrewd chess player, carefully selecting each chess piece. In the end, she sent out a powerful person with extraordinary strength.

"Ma'am, don't worry, I will complete the task." said the strong man.

This strong man is like a towering mountain, towering into the clouds, exuding an awe-inspiring aura. His stature is majestic, as if he can support the entire world; his eyes are deep and sharp, as if he can see through all the mysteries of the world.

The mother's plan was to have this strong man assist Qingyue in showing his power and completely destroy Mengjin to avenge the previous humiliation after Qingfeng suffered a setback. This plan was like a carefully planned chess game, with every step full of mysteries and variables.

On the other side, Meng Jin's situation was completely different. In today's tragic battle, he suffered a heavy blow, like a wounded beast, with a heart full of fatigue and defeated troops, he slowly retreated to the camp originally located in the mountainous area south of Wolongyuan.

"Brothers, let's take a break first and fight again tomorrow!" Meng Jin encouraged his subordinates.

The camp looked particularly eerie and scary under the cover of night. The surrounding mountains were like huge black shadows, tightly surrounding the camp, giving people a feeling of oppression and suffocation.

Meng Jin's mood was as heavy as the night, and his heart was filled with pain and confusion.

"Can we really get through this difficult time?" asked the subordinate.

"It will definitely work. We can't give up!" Meng Jin answered firmly.

He silently pondered the way out for the future, his thoughts were like a tangled mess, he didn't know how to face the predicament before him, how to lead his men out of this dark abyss.

At the same time, the spies sent by Qingfeng were like ghosts, moving silently in the darkness.

"We must find Meng Jin's whereabouts!" Qingfeng ordered the spies.

Their figures were like ghosts, agile and stealthy. Their eyes were sharp and keen, not missing any clues. In this dark night, they were like hunters in the dark, keenly aware of Mengjin's movements.

After learning the news that Mengjin had withdrawn the camp, the spies immediately rushed back to Wolong City without stopping.

"Sir, Meng Jin has retreated back to the camp!" the spy reported to Qingfeng.

Their footsteps were hurried, as if carrying an invisible pressure, which was like a heavy boulder, making people breathless. When they presented this important news to Qingfeng, a smug smile appeared on his face. That smile was full of confidence and arrogance. He secretly thought in his heart that this was a great opportunity, an opportunity that could make him famous in one fell swoop.

"Okay, contact Shangguan Ying in the northern Winter City immediately, and we will take action tonight!" Qingfeng said.

He decided to join forces with Shangguan Ying from the northern city of Handong, and attack Mengjin's camp under the moonlight, giving Mengjin a fatal blow. This decision was like a gamble, full of risks and opportunities. But Qingfeng firmly believed that he would win the gamble and become the final winner.

On a dark and windy night, the cold wind was like a sharp blade, ruthlessly cutting people's skin. The cold breath seemed to be able to penetrate people's bones, making people shudder. Qingfeng and Shangguan Ying led their army, like a black torrent, quietly heading towards the camp in Mengjin.

"Everyone, be careful and make sure you succeed in one go!" Qingfeng said to the soldiers.

The soldiers in the army all looked solemn, with firm determination in their eyes. Their footsteps were light and swift, like ghosts in the night sky, silently approaching the target. Their figures were particularly strange and mysterious under the moonlight. Their weapons flashed a cold light under the moonlight, as if foreshadowing that a bloody massacre was about to begin.

The soldiers of Mengjin were exhausted after the brutal battle during the day. They lay in their tents and fell into a deep sleep, unaware of the approaching danger. The camp was filled with a dull atmosphere that seemed to be a sign of death, making people feel an inexplicable fear.

When Meng Jin realized the enemy's attack, it was already too late. At that moment, a deep despair surged in his heart.

"Wake up, the enemy is coming!" Meng Jin shouted loudly.

He stood up hastily, his eyes revealing a hint of determination, ready to fight. However, when he walked out of the tent, the scene before him made his heart sink into an ice cellar.

He saw Lisa, who was beaten to death. Her once beautiful face was now covered in blood and scars, and her breath was as weak as a candle in the wind.

"Mengjin, save me..." Lisa said weakly.

Lisa is Meng Jin's best friend. They have gone through countless ups and downs together and faced countless difficulties and challenges together. The friendship between them is as strong as steel and can withstand any test.

At this moment, Lisa's weak body was trembling slightly in the cold wind, and her eyes were full of pain and helplessness. Meng Jin's heart was as painful as being pierced by thousands of arrows, his eyes were moist, and tears were rolling in his eyes.

"Lisa, you must hold on!" Meng Jin's voice trembled, full of fear and anxiety.