The Great Dream God

In the white fog, a lonely little house was particularly eye-catching. The air in the house seemed to be condensed by tension and anxiety. At this moment, Ellie was complaining to her sister Lisa with a grim face: "Our fate seems to be playing a joke on us. We have just decided to act and we have encountered such a strong enemy. This is undoubtedly a severe test of our patience and wisdom. Dear sister, we must temporarily put away our edge and wait for the opportunity."

Lisa's eyes flashed with an unyielding light, and she retorted: "Sister, life is not a poem. It is impossible to describe a leisurely picture with beautiful words. If we don't hunt, how will we fill our plates? Without food, how can our bodies withstand this ruthless winter?" Her voice was full of determination and realistic coldness.

Ai Li frowned, with a hint of helplessness and anger in her tone: "Sister, you know, even if we take the risk, we may not be able to successfully capture the prey. It is more likely that we will become victims in the hunting ground. These days, those dangerous characters are like shadows, hovering around us all the time, waiting for an opportunity to strike."

Lisa sighed deeply, a sigh of helplessness that was suffocating under the pressure of reality. "Even so, we can't retreat," she said firmly, "We must stand up straight and move forward in the face of difficulties. This is the law of survival and the creed of our sisters." Her eyes were like stars in the cold night, illuminating this world shrouded in fog, although weak, but firm.

The two sisters' hearts are full of contradictions. On the one hand, there is the urgent need for survival, and on the other hand, there is the fragility and uncertainty of life.

In this gloomy little building that seems like the end of the world, Lisa's existence is like a stubborn bright color.

Her eyes, like a cat's eyes ready to pounce in the night, flickered with a unique light, a strange flame mixed with anxiety and determination.

Anxiety surged in her eyes, like lightning in the dark night, breaking through the thick clouds, and every flash carried endless stories.

The haze that permeated the surroundings seemed like a maze set by fate.

She wandered back and forth on the worn-out floor, each step was in the rhythm of anxiety, her mind was like a tangled mess, complicated and difficult to sort out. The silence around her was like the night, dyeing her thoughts into a chaotic fog. At this moment, she seemed to have fallen into a maze woven by darkness, with dead ends in all directions. The endless darkness swallowed up her sense of direction, making her feel lost in her groping. Every faint sound of the wind whispered in her ears, but could not bring a glimmer of light of relief.

In an instant, the quiet world outside the house was suddenly torn apart by a sudden, intensive sound of footsteps like a storm. The sound was like lightning that broke through the sky in the dark night, piercing the heavy silence with a shocking force. The footsteps were rapid and resolute, and each step was like a heavy hammer hitting the heart, shaking the solidified air into pieces. The air was filled with tension and uncertainty. Under this sudden impact, the curtain of night seemed to be ruthlessly torn open, revealing a breathtaking dramatic color.

Lisa was instantly awakened from her thoughts, and a sharp alertness flashed across her eyes as deep as the lake, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, short and bright.

Her steps were steady and resolute, and each step seemed to knock on the silent air as she moved towards the unknown door. Behind her, Ellie also moved quietly, with a spark of inquiry burning in her crystal eyes, illuminating a hint of curiosity on her face.

"At this time, at this place, who could have broken into our quiet world?" Ellie's voice was as clear as a silver bell, but with a hint of doubt that was difficult to conceal, floating gently in this desolate place. The place they were in was far away from the hustle and bustle, and was tightly surrounded by the embrace of nature. The disturbance at this moment seemed so abrupt, and people could not resist the mysterious temptation behind it.

The door slowly opened, making a long and heavy creaking sound, like the low hum of history, foreshadowing the coming storm. A burly man appeared behind the door, his muscles were hard, like a carved warrior statue, full of strength. He held a sword tightly, and the blade flashed with a cold light, like frost and snow in winter, which made people shudder. His eyes were deep, burning with rage, and the lines on his face looked more resolute because of anger and determination.

He was Sun Yifang, as fierce as a storm, with irresistible momentum, rushing straight to the land in front of him, pointing directly at those former enemies. His voice was deep and powerful, like thunder echoing in the valley, deafening: "I am Sun Yifang! I want justice for my best friend! It was you, the two sinners who called themselves "witches", who ruthlessly took his life with your vicious hands! His laughter, his warmth, his existence, were all cruelly wiped out by you! Today, I will use my sword as a pen and my blood as ink to write a fair judgment!"

Every word Sun Yifang uttered was like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart. His anger was like a raging fire, burning with his persistence in justice, his remembrance of his friends, and his hatred for his enemies.

When Ai Li heard Sun Yifang's words, a barely perceptible sarcasm appeared on her lips, and a subtle mockery flowed deep in her eyes. "It's really strange. I, Ai Li, have seen countless people in my life, but I have never seen a prey like you who walks into a trap." Her words were as light as the wind, but as sharp as a blade, and every word pierced into Sun Yifang's heart. It seemed to be a satire on his impulsiveness, and also a deep self-mockery of his own fate. It was a kind of indifference that saw through the world, and was full of unspeakable bitterness.

In Sun Yifang's chest, anger erupted like a volcano, instantly burning away his rationality. His sword, the weapon that carried all his grief and anger, was now pointed at the two people in front of him. The tip of the sword trembled, as if it was resonating with his emotions, about to pour out endless anger and sorrow. The air in the cabin suddenly became oppressive, as if it was solidified by an invisible boulder. Only the cold light on the sword flickered in the darkness, like a cold moonlight.

Sun Yifang's eyes were firm and resolute. She rushed towards Ai Li without hesitation. She was a tall and straight woman with a unique temperament, like an elf under the moonlight. However, at this moment, Sun Yifang's eyes were filled with cold murderous intent. She tightly grasped the sword in her hand, the tip of the sword flashing with cold light, pointing directly at Ai Li's heart.

Why didn't she choose to attack Lisa, who seemed to be an easier target? The answer was hidden in the fear deep in Sun Yifang's heart. Lisa, that petite figure, seemed weak, but she showed a terrifying strength in the last confrontation. Her attack was like a poisonous snake coming out of a hole, silent, but deadly. At that moment, Sun Yifang felt an unprecedented sense of crisis, as if he was in a nightmare and could not escape.

Each of Lisa's attacks was precise and ruthless. Her movements were as fast as lightning, making it impossible to defend against them. The fear that welled up from the bottom of her heart was sharper than any sword. It was deeply engraved in Sun Yifang's memory, making her hover on the edge of life and death. Lisa's existence was like an unforgettable nightmare for Sun Yifang, reminding her all the time that facing such an enemy, if she was not careful, she would be doomed.

Therefore, Sun Yifang chose Ai Li, even though she was taller and more conspicuous.