The Great Dream God

At that moment, Wei Yanren's throat seemed to be tightly entangled by an invisible silk thread. Thousands of words condensed into silence, and he could not find any suitable words to break the heavy silence.

The depths of his heart were like an ancient library, filled with wisdom and thoughts, but at this moment it had lost its guiding catalogue, all the pages were flying around, and he couldn't find the words that could soothe his heart.

Sun Yifang's expression was like the surface of a lake at dusk, deep and turbulent. He seemed to want to say something but stopped himself. Those words were like corals at the bottom of the lake, hiding secrets yet untouchable.

Wei Yanren's mind's eye saw through all of this. What he wanted to say was exactly the emotions surging in Sun Yifang's heart, the heavy guilt and regret for the past, which bound their shared memories like an iron chain.

Sun Yifang's guilt was like a deep scar engraved on his soul, causing pain with every heartbeat.

As for Wei Yanren, his guilt was just a faint shadow, like a wisp of mist under the moonlight. Although it existed, it was not enough to obscure his vision.

His heart was filled with more confusion and fear about the future, as if it were an endless wasteland. The road ahead was unclear and every step could lead to an unknown abyss.

The two of them are like two intertwined stars, each with their own light and shadow, illuminating each other but unable to fully understand each other's pain.

Sun Yifang, the brave man who was pulled by the thread of fate, raised his head resolutely at this moment, his eyes as sharp as torches, pointing straight ahead.

His target was Meng Jin, a man who stood tall among the crowd and always remained calm and detached.

Mengjin is like a quiet mountain. No matter wind, frost, rain or snow, it cannot shake its tranquility.

His eyes are deep, as if hiding endless wisdom and tenacity. Facing life and death, he remains calm and composed.

Sun Yifang walked forward with his chest out and his steps firm. Every step sounded the drum of war in his heart. His fingers trembled slightly, but with a strength that could not be ignored, he grabbed Meng Jin's shoulders.

His voice was deep and passionate, like a gust of wind sweeping through the valley, with irresistible force: "Meng Jin, why are you always so calm? Can't you see that we have lost a partner? There were 100 people, but now there are only 99 left. The shadow of death has quietly descended!"

His questioning was like a sharp arrow, piercing Meng Jin's heart, but Meng Jin's eyes remained calm, without a single ripple. His calmness was not a disregard for life, but a commitment to responsibility and a persistence in belief.

He knew very well that fear would only cause confusion in people's hearts, and only by staying calm could one find the light to move forward in the darkness.

His response to Sun Yifang was not words, but a silent promise, a determination expressed through actions. Even in the face of despair, he would protect the remaining people until the last moment.

Sun Yifang looked at Meng Jin and couldn't help but feel admiration in his heart. He knew that their journey was far from over, and Meng Jin's calmness would be a beacon for them to overcome all obstacles and pass through the fog of life and death.

Meng Jin's response was like winter ice, cold and hard. There was no fluctuation in his eyes, which only reflected the other party's frenzy and helplessness. "What you are doing now is nothing but the angry roar of the incompetent!" His words were deep and powerful, and every word was like a resounding iron nail, piercing people's hearts and making it impossible to refute.

Wei Yanren stood aside and watched this scene, feeling mixed emotions. He knew very well that the grievances between the two were as complicated as a tangled mess. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm, and advised Sun Yifang in his gentle but firm voice: "Sun Yifang, you need to calm down your anger. Let go of Meng Jin's collar. He doesn't owe you anything. The conflict between you should not have erupted in this way. Reason should overcome the torrent of emotions."

Wei Yanren's words were like the gurgling of water, moistening things silently, trying to soothe the tense atmosphere.

Sun Yifang's emotions were like a candle in a strong wind, swaying. His angry voice echoed in the air, like thunder: "Look, look! At this critical moment, where is he? When did he appear when we needed him the most? I can only say that he is a coward who only chooses to escape, escape responsibility, and escape fear!" Every word was like a sharp arrow, piercing people's hearts.

Meng Jin stared at Sun Yifang in silence, his eyes deep and cold, like the endless darkness. His heart was calm, but in an instant he gathered an irresistible force. Without any hesitation, his fist was as fast as a meteorite, hitting Sun Yifang's cheek fiercely. The force was so great that Sun Yifang stumbled back, and his footsteps left a series of panic marks on the ground, like the escape of a defeated general.

Sun Yifang covered his painful face, his body trembling, and he knelt on the ground. Tears rolled down like pearls from a broken string, mixing with the dust and blurring his vision. "Zhang Duanyin! He... he is gone, really, really gone from us!" His cries echoed in the empty land, like a sad elegy, telling of endless sorrow and despair.

Meng Jin stared at Sun Yifang with eyes as cold as ice. There was no mercy in his eyes, only indifference and coldness.

Sun Yifang knelt on the ground, covering his face, which was bloody from Meng Jin's iron fist, with his hands. His pain and regret filled the air, but could not arouse any sympathy from Meng Jin.

Meng Jin's voice was like the north wind in winter, blowing mercilessly across this cruel battlefield. "You are just escaping from reality and giving yourself the hardest blow. We don't blame you, it's you who can't cross the gap in your heart."

His words were like a sharp sword, piercing people's hearts. "If you don't know how to adjust yourself, why bother embarking on this thorny road? If you have chosen this path, you should have the determination and courage to face all difficulties." Meng Jin's tone was full of disdain and sarcasm.

"Do you think this is a place for a picnic in the demon territory?" Meng Jin's question was like a thunderbolt, deafening. "This is not a paradise where you can play leisurely, but an adventure where life and death are uncertain! You were wrong from the beginning, and your attitude has already foreshadowed the seeds of failure!"

"We are fighting against fate, while you are playing around in the world." Meng Jin's words were like an icy blade, cutting through the hypocritical illusion. "I think that the first one to fall should be you, not Zhang Duanyin. He just blindly flattered you and failed to be alert at the critical moment, so you ended his life with your own hands. This is your weakness and his sorrow." Meng Jin's words were full of gems, and every sentence was like a heavy hammer, hitting Sun Yifang's heart.