The Great Dream God

Meng Jin stood up slowly from the dusty ground with difficulty. His body was trembling slightly, like a candle swaying in the wind, which could go out at any time. The flying dust was like a thick veil, tightly covering him, making every movement of his seeming extremely difficult. His clothes were already tattered, covered with dust and blood, but his eyes were burning with a determined flame, the light was so hot, like the brightest star in the night sky, as if it could penetrate all the darkness and illuminate the way forward.

Every tiny movement of his seemed to involve all the muscles and bones in his body, bringing endless pain. The pain was like a sharp sword, piercing every inch of his skin mercilessly, making him gasp. "Hiss..." The sound seemed particularly clear in the silent atmosphere, like a painful groan, but also like an unyielding cry. He endured the pain on his body and clenched his teeth. His resolute expression seemed to tell the world that he would never be easily defeated.

Beside him, his companions were all seriously injured. The tragic scene was heartbreaking. Lisa, the woman who once had bright eyes, now had her eyes cruelly dug out. The eyes that once shone like gems have now become empty and lifeless. She lay weakly on the ground, her breath as weak as a candle in the wind, as if it could go out at any time. Her face was as pale as paper, without the luster of the past. The once beautiful face was now eroded by pain and despair. Her lips were chapped and trembling slightly, as if telling the great pain she had suffered.

Xu Xiaofeng's face was severely burned, her skin was red, swollen and ulcerated, and her originally pretty face was now unrecognizable. Her hair was scattered on her face in a mess, intertwined with the burned skin, forming a heartbreaking picture. Her eyes were closed tightly, her brows were furrowed, and her painful expression made people feel distressed, as if every cell in her body was suffering from great pain. Her originally fair skin was now burned black, as if it was swallowed by darkness, which made people unable to bear to look directly at it.

The castle's leg was seriously injured, the wound was so deep that the bone was visible, and blood kept pouring out, almost dyeing his entire pants red. He could only sit on the ground helplessly, his eyes full of despair and pain. His face was pale, his lips were bloodless, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, which was a symbol of pain. His legs kept shaking, as if protesting against the injustice of fate, but he was powerless and could only endure it all silently.

Meng Jin took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. His eyes revealed firmness and determination, as if telling himself that no matter how difficult it was, he would not give up. He walked slowly towards Lisa, and each step seemed so heavy, as if he was carrying a heavy burden under his feet. There was a slight tremor in his voice, but it was full of warmth and strength: "Lisa, don't be afraid, I will try my best to help you relieve the pain." His words were like a ray of sunshine in winter, warming Lisa's wounded heart and letting her feel a glimmer of hope in this endless darkness.

He gently treated Lisa's wound, and every move was cautious, as if he was not treating a wound, but the most precious treasure in the world. His eyes were full of concern and pity, and that gentle look seemed to heal Lisa's pain. He gently wiped the blood on Lisa's face with a clean cloth, and the movement was as gentle as the breeze blowing across the lake, for fear of causing her any more harm. "This black satin... I hope it can block some suffering for you." Meng Jin said as he carefully wrapped the black satin around Lisa's face. The black satin flashed a mysterious light in the sun, as if it contained endless power, hoping to bring a little comfort to Lisa. The edge of the black satin was embroidered with exquisite patterns, which was Meng Jin's blessing to Lisa, hoping that she could get rid of the pain as soon as possible and find her former self again.

Then, he turned to Xu Xiaofeng, his eyes full of pity and love. His eyes fell on Xu Xiaofeng's burned face, and endless grief surged in his heart. "Xiaofeng, it will be fine." His voice was gentle and firm, as if it was a promise, an expectation for the future. He covered Xu Xiaofeng with a veil, and the thin veil seemed to carry his endless care for Xu Xiaofeng. The veil fluttered gently in the breeze, like a gentle shield, guarding Xu Xiaofeng's fragile heart. There was a blooming flower embroidered on the veil, and the flower was bright and dazzling, as if telling Xu Xiaofeng that life was still full of beauty and hope.

Then, Meng Jin made a simple crutch for the injured Tianshou. He carefully selected the wood and used his skilled craftsmanship to grind the wood into a suitable shape. The wood seemed to come to life in his hands and gradually turned into a solid crutch. "Tianshou, you can stand up with this." Meng Jin encouraged Tianshou, his eyes full of trust and expectation. Tianshou relied on the crutches and was barely able to stand. He looked at Meng Jin gratefully: "Meng Jin, thank you." His voice was full of sincere emotions, which was gratitude to Meng Jin and hope for life. The top of the crutch was polished very smoothly by Meng Jin to avoid causing discomfort to Tianshou's hand. On the side of the crutch, Meng Jin also engraved some words of encouragement, hoping to bring more strength and courage to Tianshou.

Meng Jin himself was limping, but his steps were extremely firm. The flame of revenge burned in his eyes, and the flame was hot and strong, as if it could burn all enemies to ashes. "We must keep moving forward and seek revenge for Princess Ziyang!" His voice was firm and powerful, like a war drum, inspiring the fighting spirit of his companions. His words were full of hatred for the enemy and pursuit of justice, which made his companions feel his determination and courage. The companions supported each other and walked forward with difficulty. Their figures seemed so small in the afterglow of the setting sun, but their spirits were like a towering mountain, unwavering.

On the road they walked, the dust flew, as if it was a symbol of their inner pain and anger. Their footsteps were heavy and firm, and each step left a deep footprint, which was the proof of their indomitable spirit. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on them, stretching their shadows very long, as if foreshadowing that they were about to usher in the light.

On the other side, Princess Ziyang met Qingyun of the Qingque tribe on her way to escape. Qingyun's eyes were burning with anger. He stared at Princess Ziyang with gnashing teeth, and his eyes seemed to be able to devour Princess Ziyang. "Princess Ziyang, you devil! You almost slaughtered our entire race. I will avenge my people today!" His voice was full of grief and determination, as if it was a cry from the depths of hell. His clothes fluttered in the wind, which was the vent of his inner anger. He held a long sword tightly in his hand, and the sword body flashed with cold light, as if it was longing for the nourishment of blood.

Princess Ziyang showed a trace of panic on her face, but it was soon replaced by her arrogance. "You? You want revenge?" Her voice was full of disdain and ridicule. However, her eyes revealed a trace of fear. She knew that Qingyun's anger could not be easily quelled.

Qingyun roared, waving the long sword in his hand, and rushed towards Princess Ziyang. His sword skills were extremely sharp, and every move was full of determination to die. Princess Ziyang dodged quickly, but her movements seemed a little clumsy, obviously suppressed by Qingyun's momentum.

In this fierce battle, every attack of Qingyun was like a flash of lightning that cut through the dark sky. His figure looked so heroic in the afterglow of the setting sun, like an angel of revenge.