The Great Dream God

Meng Jin was immersed in his own world at the moment, making a series of sharp complaints. His voice echoed in the empty venue, and every word was like a stone thrown into the lake, stirring up ripples. His remarks went straight to the heart, like a sharp sword, piercing through the illusions that people were accustomed to, leaving the audience shocked, thoughtful, agreeing, or refutation.

However, he did not notice that a slender figure was quietly emerging from the pile of cold weapons behind him. The figure was like a lone wolf in the moonlight, quietly and slowly walking out of the shadows, and every step seemed so unhurried, as if silently telling a deep story. The figure was tall and mysterious, like a ghost in the night, forming a sharp contrast with the surrounding environment, but it did not attract Meng Jin's attention. He was still immersed in his own words, completely unaware of the silent drama being played out behind him.

Meng Jin walked with a firm step, his eyes looking straight ahead, as if the front was the battlefield of his debate, and every word he said was a powerful arrow. And that figure, like a silent observer, walked out from the shadow of the weapon with an unknown purpose, perhaps to listen, perhaps to prepare a response, or perhaps, just to appreciate this verbal confrontation.

In a hazy white mist, a tall and mysterious woman stood quietly, her figure looming in the mist, like an elegant ink painting. Her eyes were deep, staring at the crowd that gradually disappeared at the end of her sight, and her silent watch contained endless stories. Ellie, her sister, softly broke the quiet scene, with a hint of playfulness and curiosity in her tone: "Sister, look, the man who left last, he looks so eye-catching! His steps are steady, and every movement reveals a unique charm, like a glass of untasted fine wine, which makes people want to get closer."

The man left a faint trace in the mist. His back looked lonely and tough, as if carrying countless secrets and stories. Although Ellie's words were frivolous, her appreciation could not be concealed. Her words were like a breeze, gently blowing across the woman's heart, causing circles of subtle ripples. The woman's eyes flickered slightly, as if she saw some resonance in the blurred back, but she did not respond, just looked at him silently, letting the feeling ferment quietly in her heart. In this foggy world, the two sisters' minds drifted to the distance, and the last man became a unique color in their hearts.

In a lush forest, a towering tree stood like a giant, its branches and leaves like a green canopy, covering most of the sky. On this high treetop, a slender and petite figure quietly stood alone, her eyes as sharp as an eagle, penetrating the gaps between the leaves and firmly locked on the bustling crowd below. She asked softly: "Did you see clearly? The last man in the crowd, wearing a white gown with a light yellow lining and a simple gourd tied around his waist, is he him?"

Although her voice was soft, it revealed a kind of firmness and expectation, as if everything in the world had retreated, leaving only her and the distant shadow. The man's attire was unique, the white gown shone brightly in the sun, the yellow lining gave people a warm feeling, and the gourd added a bit of mystery and depth. She smiled in appreciation: "Well, sister, you have a unique vision. Such a man has both the elegance of a scholar and the unrestrainedness of a gangster. He is really tasteful!"

This is not only an affirmation of my sister's vision, but also an interpretation of her inner world.

Under the soft moonlight, a petite and agile figure came gracefully. She was Lisa, a mysterious and charming existence. Her appearance always brought a strange magic, as if the light of the stars gathered around her. When she opened her lips and told those distant stories, you would find that her eyes were like the most unique twin stars in the night sky, one side flashing deep blue, like the coldness of the Arctic glaciers; the other side burning with blazing red, like the heat of volcanic magma.

In sharp contrast to Lisa is her friend Ellie, whose eyes are equally fascinating. In Ellie's eyes, one side is red flame, burning with endless passion and vitality, like a garnet under the scorching sun in summer, hot and dazzling; the other side is deep blue, calm like a winter lake, clear and distant, as if hiding a thousand-year-old secret. The two are intertwined to form a moving picture that makes people unable to look away.

These two unique eyes, one like ice, the other like fire, one tranquil, the other passionate, together weave vivid stories and add a bit of fantasy to ordinary days.

In a mysterious and hazy atmosphere, the twin sisters, Ellie and Lisa, have unique eye colors that are rare in the world. Their eyes are like the twinkling stars in the night sky, one is crystal clear like ice blue, and the other is blazing like a red lotus. This strange color combination gives them endless charm and brings an unspeakable sense of mystery.

Ellie, her left eye is like the deep Arctic glacier, clear and cold; her right eye is like a raging fire, passionate and unrestrained. Lisa is the opposite, the blue of her left eye is like a quiet lake, peaceful and deep, while the red of her right eye is like the sunset glow, passionate and warm. Their eyes are like two intertwined scrolls, each telling a different story.

However, the moment they met, a miracle happened quietly. Ellie blinked her eyelids gently, and the fiery red sea gradually submerged the ice blue, and finally only a deep red, like blood and fire. At the same time, in Lisa's eyes, the blue lake gradually overflowed the red sunset, and finally turned into a deep blue, peaceful and bright. The exchange of their eye colors seemed like a silent tacit understanding, and also like a ritual of life, which was amazing.

They have a unique talent called "telepathy", which is an innate gift that allows their eyes to instantly change to the color of other people's pupils. This is not a simple imitation, but a deep insight, as if they can touch the depths of other people's souls and have a silent conversation, just like radio waves invisibly transmitting information in the air, mysterious and powerful.

This ability of the demons gives them an unparalleled advantage in understanding others. They can sense the emotional fluctuations of others and read those unspeakable emotions, allowing them to navigate the complex world with ease. This is not only a way of communication, but also a powerful survival tool that allows them to quickly adapt and respond in various complex environments.

In addition, the appearance of the demons is also one of their unique charms. They are either handsome or beautiful, and every inch of their skin is as white as jade, like frost and snow under the moonlight, cold and dazzling. Their appearance is not only a visual enjoyment, but also contains the unique temperament and power of the demons, which makes people distinguish their existence from the crowd at a glance.