The Great Dream God

Edward's steps were steady and powerful, just like the majestic mountains, as if he was carrying the weight of the whole world. Every step seemed to contain a tremendous force, shaking the earth. He climbed up the steps that seemed to lead to the sky. The steps were like a long river of history, carrying the vicissitudes and weight of the years, and his steps were firm and fierce. Every step he took was like a huge hammer hitting the earth, making a dull and powerful sound, as if announcing his firm determination to the world.

When he finally reached the upper floor, before he could calm his breath that was rising and falling like a war drum due to the intense exercise, he suddenly felt a scorching heat wave, like a surging, boundless tide, rushing over him without any warning. The heat wave carried a terrifying breath of destruction, as if it was going to burn everything in the world to ashes.

A blazing fireball, like a hideous demon that broke free from the darkest depths of hell, carried an endless threatening force that seemed to be able to destroy everything in the world, just like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, with a thunderous force that shook the world, carrying a terrifying breath of destruction, it pounced on Edward. The fireball burned so violently that the surrounding air was extremely distorted and deformed, as if the whole world was trapped in a blazing sea of ​​purgatory. The flames danced wildly, like a crazy dancer, wantonly showing its violent and destructive power, as if it wanted to devour everything in the world.

However, Edward was agile and swift, like a swift cheetah, and his movements were agile and elusive like a ghost. His figure flashed by like a phantom, and the blazing fireball just brushed past his body, bringing with it a scorching airflow, making the air around him seem to burn, which was a dangerous situation. At that critical moment, he barely avoided this fierce attack, as if dancing lightly on the edge of death, showing extraordinary skills and fearless courage in the face of danger.

Edward's eyes were as sharp as lightning, and he instantly locked onto Xu Xiaofeng, who was burning with blazing flames. This woman dared to launch a sneak attack on him, which was really bold and reckless. The flames in Xu Xiaofeng's mouth surged and rushed, and the hot flames turned into a ferocious fire snake, baring its fangs and claws, carrying rolling heat waves, and spewed directly towards Edward. The fire snake seemed to have its own evil will, trying to devour Edward completely and turn him into nothingness. The flames were like the tongue of a poisonous snake, flashing a strange red light and exuding the decaying smell of death.

Edward did not hesitate. He rushed out like lightning, taking two steps at a time, and rushed towards Xu Xiaofeng with a swift momentum like a violent gust of wind. His speed was so fast that people only felt an illusory shadow flashing before their eyes, as if he had perfectly merged with the wind and became the ultimate symbol of speed. His palm contained the power of thunder and lightning, and with endless anger and majesty, he slapped Xu Xiaofeng's face fiercely. This slap seemed to contain the power of heaven and earth, making Xu Xiaofeng's cheeks red and swollen, and blood flowed from the corners of her mouth, like a blooming of gorgeous blood flowers, shocking. The blood was as dazzling as a bright ruby, but it also brought endless pain and shame.

Then, Edward kicked again. His leg was as hard as steel. With overwhelming force, he kicked Xu Xiaofeng. The force of this kick was like a mountain pressing down on her head, leaving Xu Xiaofeng powerless to resist. Xu Xiaofeng's body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, and hit the tables, chairs and benches behind her fiercely. There was a series of crackling and harsh sounds, and the tables, chairs and benches were instantly shattered, and wood chips fell like snowflakes. The broken wood chips filled the air, like a desperate blizzard, covering this chaotic area. The wood chips flew like sad elves, telling the pain and chaos of this land, as if playing a sad movement for this tragic scene.

In this messy and chaotic situation, a melodious and mysterious flute sound came, like a gurgling clear stream, graceful and ethereal, but containing an indescribable magical power. The flute sounded like weeping, as if telling an ancient and mysterious legend, which made people immersed in it and tremble in their hearts. The notes jumped and played in the air like smart elves, weaving into a moving and beautiful movement, as if it could touch the softest place in people's hearts and arouse the long-dormant emotions and memories.

Edward's figure, who was walking forward, suddenly stopped. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw Lisa slowly walking out of a house. Her figure was graceful, like a blossoming flower, exuding charming charm and fragrance. Every step she took seemed to carry a unique and elegant rhythm, as if playing a silent and beautiful melody on the earth. Her skin was as white and flawless as mutton-fat jade, and under the sunlight, it exuded a soft and charming light, as if she was a beautiful fairy walking out of a dreamland.

She held a magic flute tightly in her hand, which emitted a strange and mysterious light, like the bright stars twinkling in the night sky. The light was dreamy and had a fascinating mysterious power that made people involuntarily attracted to it. Her fingers danced flexibly on the holes of the flute, and beautiful notes flowed out of the flute like gurgling water. The notes jumped happily in the air like lively elves, weaving into a moving and gorgeous movement, as if they could bring people's souls into an unknown world full of mystery and fantasy.

However, this seemingly beautiful sound of the flute was an unbearable torture for Edward. He only felt that there was a strong and violent force in his body, which was being stirred wildly by the sound of the magic flute, like a river turning upside down, making him extremely painful and almost unbearable. The force rushed through his body, as if it was going to ruthlessly crush his internal organs, making him feel so painful that he wanted to die. His face turned pale as paper, without any blood color, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, rolling down like crystal pearls. His body shook violently involuntarily, as if he was enduring the cruelest punishment in the world and fell into an endless abyss of pain.

Edward gritted his teeth, trying to resist the painful force from the magic flute. His eyes revealed a firm will. Although his body was in great pain, his spirit was always indomitable. He tried hard to adjust his breathing, trying to let his body gradually adapt to this torture.

Lisa's flute sounded more and more melodious, as if the whole world was immersed in this mysterious melody. The air around them seemed to move with the rhythm of the flute, forming a strange atmosphere. Edward felt as if his body was bound by an invisible force and could not break free. His muscles were tense, and every nerve was trembling under the painful stimulation.