The Great Dream God

The blood was like blooming poppies, beautiful yet deadly. They flashed strangely in the sun, making people shudder. Every drop of blood splashed was like a sad song of life, playing the melody of death.

Then, Meng Jin leaped up like a lightning bolt, and landed on the city wall like a light bird, returning to the land outside the city wall. He was irritated, and his emotions were like surging waves, difficult to calm down. Anger and dissatisfaction intertwined in his heart, like a blazing fire that was difficult to extinguish.

So, he yelled at the top of his lungs, his words full of contempt and disdain for Princess Ziyang. "Princess Ziyang, are you just hiding in this city like a tortoise? You are a coward, you don't have the courage to confront me head-on!" His voice resounded in the air like a huge bell, with endless ridicule and insults. The voice seemed to be a roar from the depths of hell, full of anger and resentment.

His words were like violent hurricanes, sweeping across the entire capital mercilessly. Every word was like a sharp blade, piercing people's hearts, filling them with fear and anxiety. It was as if the whole world was shrouded in a layer of haze, and the sun could no longer penetrate this dark fog.

"Hmph!" This cold snort was like a thunder that broke through the sky, full of disdain and arrogance, as if it could trample everything in the world under its feet. The man who uttered this cold snort was like a king who dominated the world and was invincible. His posture was as straight as a pine tree, and his eyes revealed contempt for everything. He walked arrogantly with arrogant steps, and his steps were so big that every step seemed to be measuring the land and declaring his sovereignty. His posture was swaying, but with an inexplicable rhythm, as if he was showing his unique charm to the whole world. He walked away with a swagger, and his back was extremely arrogant, just like a towering, majestic mountain that could not be crossed. His existence seemed to make the air around him heavy, and the invisible pressure made everyone feel difficult to breathe.

His arrogant and domineering appearance seemed to be an unbridled provocation to the entire Kyoto. Kyoto, this prosperous city, seemed to be just an insignificant existence in his eyes. He seemed to think that the whole city should tremble under his feet and worship him. Every move and every look of his was full of disdain for the world. His steps were firm and powerful, and every step was like the beating of a war drum. The heavy footsteps echoed in the empty streets, as if it was his declaration to the world, declaring his existence and his majesty. With every step he took, the ground seemed to tremble slightly, as if it was afraid of his power. His footsteps were like an exciting war song, full of confidence and arrogance, which made people tremble with fear.

His figure gradually went farther and farther away, and finally disappeared from people's sight. However, the flying dust he brought with him when he left spread freely in the air. The dust seemed to be a mark he left deliberately, reminding people that he had been here before. Under the sunlight, the dust shone with golden light, as if it was the light of his glory, which made people deeply impressed by his arrogance and unforgettable. The dust slowly fell, like a gorgeous ending, but it also filled people's hearts with awe of him.

Princess Ziyang was so angry when she saw this scene that she was shaking all over. Her face turned livid in an instant, and the color was like the sky before a storm, so gloomy that it seemed to drip water, terrifying and frightening. Her skin was originally as white as mutton-fat jade, but now it looked a little pale because of anger, and the paleness revealed a hint of lividity, which made people afraid. There was a raging flame of anger burning in her eyes, and the flame was so hot that it seemed to burn everything in the world and turn it into ashes. Her eyes were originally as clear as autumn water, but now they turned red because of anger. In those red eyes, it seemed that there were countless sparks jumping, making people dare not look directly at them.

"Damn it!" She clenched her teeth, biting her white teeth so hard that it seemed as if she was about to break her lips. A trace of blood oozed out. The blood was like the embodiment of her anger, shocking and chilling. Her lips trembled slightly. Although the amplitude of the trembling was small, it made people feel her inner anger. Her body trembled slightly, and her whole body was like a volcano about to erupt. The long-suppressed anger seemed to be about to erupt at any time, turning everything around into nothing and destroying it. Her hair fluttered in the wind. Her hair was originally as soft as silk, but now it seemed a little crazy because of her anger, as if telling of her inner unwillingness and anger.

"Let's go to Qingque Villa!" Princess Ziyang gritted her teeth and said, her voice seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth, full of anger and determination. Her voice was crisp and pleasant, but now it became hoarse because of anger, and the hoarse voice revealed an irresistible majesty. Then, she came with a heart full of anger, like a violent gust of wind. Her skirt fluttered in the wind, and the gold embroidery on the skirt flashed a dazzling light in the sun, as if it was a symbol of her anger. Her steps were quick and powerful, and every step was full of a resolute momentum that made people dare not stop her.

I came to this villa with great momentum, which was filled with a tense and uneasy atmosphere at the moment. The air seemed to be filled with a thick smell of gunpowder, which was pungent and oppressive, making people almost breathless. This villa may have been peaceful and peaceful, like a paradise, full of tranquility and harmony. The villa is surrounded by green mountains and green waters, and the mountains are undulating, like a winding dragon. The trees on the mountain are lush and green, and the branches and leaves sway gently in the breeze, making a rustling sound, as if it is the whisper of nature. The stream in the mountains gurgles, the stream is clear and the bottom is visible, and the fish swim happily in the water, and the agile figure seems to be an elf in the water. The architectural style of the villa is simple and elegant, with pavilions and towers scattered in an orderly manner, and the flying eaves and brackets are exquisite and unique. The murals on the walls are lifelike, depicting ancient myths and legends and historical stories, making people seem to travel back to that ancient era.

But at this moment, it was shrouded in a heavy atmosphere, as if covered by a thick haze, making people feel extremely depressed and dull. The originally blue sky became gloomy, with dark clouds, as if it was going to swallow up the entire villa. The wind also became fierce, rustling the leaves, as if playing a prelude to the coming storm. The birds also felt this depressing atmosphere, and stopped singing, hiding on the branches and shivering.