The Great Dream God

Princess Ziyang's angry eyes were like a blazing flame, as if to burn everything in front of her into ashes. Her eyes were sharp and firm, as if they could penetrate all obstacles and reach people's hearts. Her eyes were full of majesty and anger, which made people shudder. In an unquestionable tone, she ordered Qingyun sternly: "Qingyun, you must immediately find the second and third best masters of the Jingzhun Clan. I want them to join forces to completely eliminate the arrogant Mengjin!" Her voice was full of anger and determination, and the majestic tone was like thunder in the sky, deafening, and people dared not disobey. Her voice echoed in the villa for a long time, as if it was an imperial decree that could not be disobeyed.

"Did you hear that?" Her roar was like a thunder, exploding suddenly in the sky above Qingque Villa. The sound resounded through the sky, shaking the heavens and the earth, and shocked everyone present. Her voice contained endless power, as if it could destroy everything. The sound was as fierce as a storm, making it impossible to resist. It seemed that this roar could shake the heavens and the earth, and make all things bow down to it, showing her majesty and dominance.

"This... Princess, would you like to reconsider this matter?" Qingyun looked embarrassed, his eyes full of helplessness and worry. His brows were furrowed, as if he was carrying a heavy burden, and his worried look made people feel pity. His eyes revealed a hint of hesitation and uneasiness, as if he did not quite agree with this decision, but he did not dare to disobey Princess Ziyang's order easily. His clothes fluttered in the wind. The clothes were originally neat and flawless, but now they looked a little wrinkled because of his uneasiness. His hair was also a little messy in the wind, and the messy hair made him look even more haggard.

"What? You dare to disobey my order?" Princess Ziyang glared at Qingyun, her eyes like a sharp sword, piercing straight at Qingyun. Her eyes were full of majesty and anger, which made people shudder. There seemed to be an invisible pressure in her eyes, making Qingyun feel difficult to breathe, as if the whole world was under her control and no one could resist her will. Her headdress flashed a dazzling light in the sun, but that light made people feel a cold majesty.

Although Qingyun was extremely reluctant, he could only nod helplessly under the majesty of Princess Ziyang: "Yes, Princess, I'll do it right away." There was a hint of helplessness and heaviness in his voice, as if this decision had put him under endless pressure. His tone was full of helplessness and compromise, as if he had given up resistance and could only obey Princess Ziyang's orders, even though he was unwilling to do so in his heart. He slowly turned around and left with heavy steps. His back looked particularly lonely and helpless in the afterglow of the setting sun.

After Princess Ziyang left, Qingyun stood in front of everyone with a frosty face and extremely solemn. He slowly opened his lips, and his voice echoed in the empty hall like a huge bell: "Princess Ziyang has issued a strict order to summon two or three masters to completely wipe out the powerful enemy Mengjin." His voice was gloomy, with endless helplessness and heaviness, just like the wailing coming from the abyss of the netherworld, full of vicissitudes and fatigue. In his eyes, confusion and helplessness intertwined, as if he was full of doubts about the future, and had no idea what consequences this decision would lead to.

The atmosphere in the hall was as heavy as iron, and it was so oppressive that it almost suffocated people. Everyone's face was like a dark cloud, as if they were shrouded by a thick and impenetrable haze. Their eyes were full of worry and uneasiness, and the fear was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, deeply corroding their hearts. The air here seemed to become unusually heavy, pressing on people's hearts like a lead block, making it difficult for people to breathe. They knew deeply that this mission was extremely difficult. It was a fierce battle filled with endless unknowns and dangers. If they made a mistake, they might fall into an abyss from which there was no return. This mission was like a towering and heavy mountain, pressing heavily on everyone's heart, making them feel unbearable depression and heaviness.

"We have devoted so much energy to Princess Ziyang, but she treats us so cruelly!" Someone finally couldn't hold back and complained angrily. His voice was full of grievance and dissatisfaction, as if the long-suppressed emotions finally found a way to vent. His voice echoed back and forth in the hall, carrying a touch of sadness and helplessness. His eyes revealed despair and anger, as if he was extremely disappointed and indignant at the behavior of Princess Ziyang.

"That's true. Her character is extremely bad!" The others echoed. Their voices were full of anger and disappointment. They were dissatisfied with Princess Ziyang and lamented their fate. Their eyes showed helplessness and confusion, as if they had no idea what their future would be like, and whether their efforts would be rewarded.

"We have spent countless efforts and energy on Princess Ziyang, but we never expected that her character is so disgusting. Such behavior really does not deserve us to serve her and work hard for her!" The complaints of the crowd rose one after another, like surging waves, echoing in the hall. Their voices were full of grief and despair, which was dissatisfaction with reality and confusion about the future. There was a trace of determination and firmness in their eyes, as if they had made up their minds to no longer work for Princess Ziyang and no longer bear the consequences of her wrong behavior.

"Forget it, everyone, please stop talking. Since the order has been issued, we have no choice but to follow it." Qingyun sighed and said slowly. His eyes were full of helplessness and fatigue, a feeling of powerlessness that went deep into his bones. There was a hint of helplessness and compromise in his voice, as if he had been forced to accept this reality, although his heart was full of reluctance. "Everyone, please get ready, pack your luggage, organize your weapons, and make full preparations for the upcoming battle." There was a hint of firmness in his voice, which was a helpless acceptance of reality, and also a glimmer of hope for the future.

Qingyun stood alone in the bustling crowd, like an island forgotten by time, all alone and lonely. On his face, the color of sorrow was like a thick haze, layer upon layer, and the bitterness in his heart was like a cup of extremely thick and difficult to dissolve bitter tea. The bitter taste was like a creeping weed, spreading wantonly in his heart, intertwined, deeply rooted, and difficult to eradicate. However, he felt like he had something stuck in his throat, and thousands of words were surging in his throat like surging waves, but he didn't know where to start, nor how to confide. He tried his best and tried every way to make everyone believe in Princess Ziyang, but the resistance of the people was like the surging, endless waves, becoming more and more turbulent and difficult to contain. That powerful force was like a ferocious beast with a bloody mouth, as if it wanted to ruthlessly devour Qingyun's efforts and words without leaving a trace.