The Great Dream God

Her figure is noble and majestic, like an insurmountable mountain, exuding a powerful aura that makes people afraid. Her clothes are gorgeous, the gold embroidery thread sparkles in the sun, and the gems inlaid on her clothes are as dazzling as stars. Her hair falls on her shoulders like a waterfall, fluttering in the wind, adding a bit of agile beauty. However, her beauty carries a sense of coldness and distance, making people dare not approach easily.

At the same time, Edward rushed towards the inn in the distance at lightning speed like a flash of light. His posture was agile and nimble, just like a ghost, and every movement was smooth and full of the beauty of strength and speed. His figure left a series of blurred afterimages in the air, making it difficult to capture his true location.

At a jaw-dropping speed, he quickly climbed up the stairs of the inn like a phantom. His footsteps were light and powerful, as if he was stepping on the air, and he disappeared from everyone's sight in an instant, leaving only amazement and confusion. The speed was so fast that people couldn't help but wonder if he was really a human, or a mysterious light from another world.

The architectural style of the inn is simple and elegant, with a long lasting charm. The eaves are like a roc spreading its wings, majestic and magnificent, as if it wants to break free from the shackles of the earth and fly into the vast sky. The brackets are like stacked clouds, exquisite and unique, and every detail shows the exquisite skills and infinite creativity of the craftsmen. The carved beams and painted buildings show the ingenuity of skilled craftsmen, and the exquisite patterns and delicate carvings seem to tell ancient and mysterious stories. The whole inn exudes an ancient charm that has been precipitated over the years, making people seem to travel back to the past.

Edward's figure stood out in this building full of historical vicissitudes. His steps were quick and firm, and each step seemed to carry a heavy burden, as if there was something important waiting for him to deal with. His resolute momentum made people look at him sideways, and his eyes revealed a firm belief and unyielding spirit, as if nothing could stop him from moving forward.

The moment he stepped into the inn, a strong old smell rushed towards him like a tide. The smell was mixed with traces of time and the vicissitudes of history, making people feel as if they were in an ancient time and space. The hall was filled with a faint smoke as light as a veil. The smoke was long and dreamy, giving people a sense of confusion. The candlelight swayed in the breeze, like a mysterious elf in the dark night, casting a piece of erratic shadows, making the whole hall look particularly eerie and strange, filled with a mysterious atmosphere.

Edward's eyes were as cold as ice and as sharp as a sword. He scanned the surroundings like a hawk, not missing any tiny corner. His eyes revealed a keen insight and firm determination, as if he was looking for the crucial clue. His expression was serious and focused, and he was fully devoted to the search for clues, as if the whole world was left with only him and this mysterious inn.

At this moment, Meng Jin was still kneeling on the ground, groaning in pain. His body was already broken and full of holes. Every wound was like an unhealable nightmare, constantly tormenting his body and mind. His skin was covered with blood and scars, as if it was a painting that was wantonly painted by cruel fate, which made people unable to bear to look directly at it. His heart was also greatly traumatized and scarred. The pain in his heart was like a black hole, devouring his soul and plunging him into endless darkness.

Princess Ziyang stood quietly by the side, watching his painful struggle indifferently. There was no expression on her face, and no ripples in her eyes, as if the tragic experience of the person in front of her had nothing to do with her. Her heart was as cold as ice, and she turned a blind eye to Meng Jin's pain, as if she had long been accustomed to such cruel scenes and had become numb to the sufferings of the world.

Princess Ziyang's thoughts were like drifting clouds, and the memories of the past surged into her mind like a tide, making her involuntarily recall Meng Jin kneeling on the ground. In the past, they had been immersed in the lingering and charming time together, making love and going to the appointment of Wushan together. That sweet past was like a bright star, shining brightly.

However, at this moment, Meng Jin could only kneel on the cold ground in a very humble manner, like a helpless lamb waiting to be slaughtered, so pitiful and so miserable. His figure seemed particularly small in this cold atmosphere, as if he was abandoned by the world.

Princess Ziyang suddenly felt an indescribable complex emotion in her heart, like a tangled web of silk threads. Deep in her heart, she only wanted to ridicule the man in front of her who was already in such a state of desolation. Back then, they might have been like-minded people who had walked hand in hand for a period of time. But now, they were already strangers, as if they were in two completely different worlds. The gap between them was as far apart as the distance between heaven and earth.

Princess Ziyang thought she was like the ruler who controlled life and death, high above, overlooking everything in the world. Mengjin, on the other hand, was like a weak fish that was at the mercy of others, without any resistance. The gap between the two was like the difference between the misty clouds and the heavy soil, which was completely different.

Meng Jin knelt on the icy ground that was as cold as a cellar, his body trembling slightly like a fallen leaf in the wind. The bright red tears of blood slowly overflowed from his sad eyes, and slid down his haggard face that seemed to have experienced many vicissitudes of life like a winding stream, dripping silently on the dusty ground, splashing tiny but shocking blood flowers, like sad and beautiful flowers blooming in the dark night.

At this moment, he was like being trapped in a bottomless dark abyss, unable to break free from the shackles of fate that bound him, as if he was in an endless state of despair, unable to extricate himself. His life seemed to have reached a second low point again, and this low point was like a heavy mountain, pressing him so hard that he could hardly breathe.

Looking back, his first low point was in that solemn and sacred temple. In that place regarded by everyone as a sacred place, he was unfortunately attacked by an extremely sinister plot. It was a painful past that he could not bear to look back on. At that time, he was full of trust and incomparable piety, but fate played a cruel joke on him. What he got in return was ruthless betrayal and deep hurt. That dark scene, like a scar that can never be erased, lingered in his heart like a nightmare, and became an eternal pain in his heart.

Now, Meng Jin, still kneeling on the cold ground, felt as if his heart was pierced by thousands of sharp blades, and the pain and despair overwhelmed him like a tide. His eyes revealed a strong reluctance to the cruel fate and endless fear of the uncertain future. Those eyes were like a desperate person who was desperately seeking a ray of light in the darkness, full of helplessness and sadness.