The Great Dream God

The next day, Kyoto City slowly woke up from its deep sleep under the gentle touch of the morning light. The morning sun was like a gorgeous golden veil, pouring down without reservation, weaving a dreamlike picture. The warm and bright light was like the loving hand of God, gently embracing the entire city, immersing the city in a glittering brilliance and radiating a charming brilliance.

In the streets and alleys, everyone indulges in the soft sunshine. It seems that every inch of land is dancing happily, and every brick and stone is singing happily, as if it is endowed with fresh life and vigorous vitality. The breeze blows quietly, carrying a little fresh and pleasant breath, like a naughty child, happily stirring people's hair and clothes, weaving a smart and beautiful melody. The breeze gently blows the ancient city wall, and the bricks and stones of the city wall seem to be telling stories of the past; it blows the trees on the street, and the leaves rustle, as if playing a hymn for this beautiful morning.

However, beneath this seemingly peaceful and tranquil appearance, a storm that is about to shake the world is quietly brewing. The sunny Kyoto City has now turned into a grand stage filled with a tense atmosphere, and a thrilling drama is about to begin.

As the core protagonists on the stage, Princess Ziyang and Edward were dressed in gorgeous costumes. The silk threads on the costumes sparkled like stars, as if they were woven from the brightest galaxy in the night sky. They rode on tall and mighty horses, with upright postures like pine trees and calm demeanors like the wind, like gods descending to the mortal world and parading through the streets. The horses had bright fur and smooth muscle lines, and every step they took was in a firm rhythm, as if announcing the majesty and dignity of their masters.

Princess Ziyang opened her red lips slightly, and her voice was as sweet as a yellow oriole singing in the valley: "Edward, today, I wonder if those assassins who hide their heads and show their tails will take the bait." Her eyes were shining with wisdom, and there was a little bit of worry in her eyes, but more of it was determination and courage. She had a beautiful face and skin as white as snow, which was even more radiant under the sunlight.

Edward's eyes were as firm as a rock, and he looked straight ahead, and responded: "Don't worry, my lord. We are acting so high-profile, they will surely be unable to restrain their eagerness." His voice was low and powerful, full of confidence and determination. His face was firm and clear-cut, as if it was carved from marble, exuding a cold charm.

Their faces were as calm as water, like a calm lake, but their eyes revealed unwavering faith and high vigilance. Their purpose was clear and definite, which was to use their actions to lure out the assassins hiding in the darkness like bait, thus achieving the goal of luring the snakes out of their holes. Their figures looked particularly tall in the sun, like two insurmountable mountains, giving people an invisible pressure.

In the crowd, Meng Jin was hiding cautiously like a ghost. His eyes were fixed on Princess Ziyang like a hawk, and there was endless hatred and determination in his eyes. When Princess Ziyang's figure gradually approached him, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated like a war drum, and a flash of determination to burn his boats flashed in his eyes. His body was shaking slightly, not because of fear, but because the anger and hatred in his heart were about to explode.

He said to himself, "The time has come!" Then he put his hands together without hesitation and rubbed them vigorously, muttering something in a low voice that seemed like a call from hell. His lips moved quickly, uttering a series of obscure spells, and the air around him seemed to become heavy with his spells.

In an instant, a blazing fireball condensed in his hand. The fireball was extremely hot and bright, illuminating his slightly nervous face. The air around the fireball was distorted by the burning, making crackling sounds.

He gnashed his teeth and roared, "Princess Ziyang, today is the day you die!" His voice was filled with hatred and anger, as if he wanted to tear Princess Ziyang into pieces. Then, he swung his arm violently and threw the fireball out fiercely.

The fireball was like a falling meteor, dragging a long tail of flame, and smashing towards the ground with the force of thunder. The fireball drew a dazzling arc in the air, and the air was burned and hissed wherever it passed.

There was a loud bang, the ground shook, and the fireball exploded violently on the ground. The flames instantly spread wildly around like the claws of a devil, and the hot air waves rushed towards them like a tidal wave, as if they were going to swallow up the whole world. The flames burned so fiercely, as if the fire of hell had descended on the earth, turning everything into ashes.

The crowd around suddenly fell into extreme panic, with screams and shouts coming one after another, interweaving into a chaotic melody.

"Ah! It's on fire!" People shouted in terror, their voices filled with fear and despair. Their eyes were filled with panic, as if they had seen the end of the world.

"Help!" Cries for help rang out one after another, and people began to flee in all directions like frightened birds. Their steps were flustered, and they pushed each other, trying to escape from the sea of ​​fire. The scene was in chaos, as if the end of the world had come. People's faces were filled with fear and despair, and their hearts were filled with the desire for life and the fear of death.

Princess Ziyang and Edward were not afraid of danger and remained calm. Princess Ziyang shouted loudly: "Don't panic!" Her voice was clear and loud, and contained a calming force. Her voice rang out in the chaotic crowd, like a clear spring flowing in people's hearts, alleviating their panic to a certain extent.

Edward quickly ordered his men: "Protect the people and capture the assassins!" His words were sonorous and powerful. His voice was full of majesty and decisiveness, which made the soldiers act quickly.

The soldiers followed the order and moved like a tide, trying to control the chaotic situation as soon as possible. Their figures shuttled through the flames, like a group of fearless warriors, bravely moving towards danger.

Meng Jin saw that the situation was not good, and knew that something was wrong, so he prepared to take the opportunity to escape from this dangerous place. His heart was filled with regret and fear, but it was too late to think about it, so he could only run away desperately.

As he fled in a panic, he cursed inwardly: "Damn it, I didn't expect their reaction to be so quick!" His steps were hurried and his eyes were full of despair.

At this moment, a soldier spotted him and shouted, "Stop!" The voice was as loud as a bell and was particularly clear in the chaotic environment.

Meng Jin desperately quickened his pace in an attempt to break free from the pursuit, but was quickly surrounded by other soldiers.

"You can't escape!" The soldiers shouted in unison, their voices shaking the sky. Their voices were full of anger and determination, as if they were determined to completely subdue Meng Jin.

Meng Jin slowly raised his hand that seemed to carry a huge force. That hand was heavy and firm, as if it contained endless power. In an instant, a dazzling flame suddenly ignited in his palm. The flame was extremely brilliant, just like a blazing sun, shining with dazzling light, instantly dispelling the surrounding darkness.

The flames quickly condensed into a huge fireball in an extremely gorgeous manner. This fireball was like a rare treasure, emitting a dazzling brilliance. It carried the power of destroying the world, like a violent beast, rushing forward with its fangs and claws bared. Wherever the fireball passed, the air seemed to be burned and twisted, making crackling sounds.

There was a loud bang, like the collapse of the sky and the crack of the earth, and the whole world was shaking. Wherever the fireball went, the blazing flames instantly spread like a tide, forming a surging sea of ​​fire. The sea of ​​fire was raging, carrying endless destructive power. The soldiers didn't even have time to scream before they were ruthlessly swallowed by the raging flames. Their figures gradually blurred in the flames, and finally turned into ashes, dissipating into the invisible, as if they had never existed in this world.

He looked forward again and saw that the direction of Princess Ziyang was covered by smoke. The smoke filled the air like a thick curtain, covering the figure of Princess Ziyang and making it impossible to see clearly.