The Great Dream God

When Sun Yifang heard those harsh words, the corners of his mouth trembled violently as if suddenly attacked by a cold wind, as if silently accusing the world of injustice.

He slowly raised his head, and his eyes, which were once as deep as the night sky, were now bloodshot, like two broken rubies, reflecting endless pain and anger.

His pupils dilated and widened, as if he could see through the barrier of air and look directly into the other person's soul. The power contained in his eyes seemed enough to tear the person in front of him apart and devour their arrogance and indifference.

Ellie's anger was like a raging fire, burning in her heart, fierce and unextinguishable.

Her chest heaved violently, and every breath was filled with sorrow for Sun Yifang's experience and anger against injustice.

There were sparks flashing in her eyes, which was a strong impulse. She wanted to rescue Sun Yifang from this endless suffering immediately, even at the cost of putting the other party to death.

Her fingers were clenched into fists, the knuckles turning white from the effort, and every nerve spoke of her determination and tenacity.

The people around were shocked by the sudden tense atmosphere. They looked at Sun Yifang's bloodshot eyes and felt the burning anger emanating from Ai Li, as if they could hear the flames of anger crackling in the air.

At this critical moment, the air seemed to freeze, and the passage of time became particularly clear. Lisa's voice, like an ice spring suddenly gushing out in winter, was cold and piercing, suddenly breaking the silence: "This man, I am sure, is a member of the human team we encountered before. I remember very clearly that I subdued him with my own hands, and his eyes were full of fear and despair. However, he actually escaped from our sight, and now he appears on his own initiative without knowing whether to live or die."

Ellie, the female warrior known for her cold temperament, nodded slightly in response to Lisa's words. Her deep eyes flickered with cold light, like the North Star, cold and resolute, revealing endless murderous intent. She had long been prepared to execute her own judgment in the most ruthless way, and she never showed mercy to her enemies. Her fingers gently stroked the weapon in her hand, and every texture carried her determination and strength.

The atmosphere around them became more oppressive because of the conversation between the two women, as if a storm was about to come. Everyone knew that when Ellie decided to take action, it would be an irreversible outcome. Her eyes were her verdict and the death sentence of the enemy. Those who had tried to challenge them in the past had all met a bad end, and this enemy who had appeared again seemed to have no chance of escaping this fate either.

At this moment, at the edge of the battlefield, the moonlight shines on Ellie and Lisa, reflecting their resolute faces and cold eyes. Their shadows stretch on the ground and merge with the darkness, as if foreshadowing the upcoming decisive battle.

Alice's blue eyes were full of confusion as she stared at Lisa, the person she had always regarded as a mentor and friend. Her voice was full of doubt, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of her throat. "Leave him? Lisa, what are you talking about? He can't do anything. He's like a useless stone, heavy and will only drag us down." Her words were sharp and ruthless, piercing Sun Yifang's heart.

Sun Yifang stood aside, his body trembling in the cold wind, not only because of the cold, but more because of those harsh words. His heartbeat was as violent as a drum, and fear was like an icy snake wrapped around his heart. Lisa and Ellie were reflected in his eyes. Their argument was like a trial, and he was the condemned criminal.

Lisa's eyes were firm, as if she saw a more far-reaching future through Ellie's doubts. She took a deep breath, and her voice was filled with unquestionable determination, "Ellie, you are wrong. He is not incompetent, he just hasn't found his value yet. Everyone has his place, Sun Yifang, he may be the key to our future." Her words were like a flash of lightning, illuminating the gray sky and the despair in Sun Yifang's eyes.

"You haven't seen his potential and courage yet. He may be a waste now, but if you give him a chance, he will prove his worth." Lisa's words were like warm sunshine, dispelling the haze in Sun Yifang's heart and shaking Ai Li's inherent ideas. She looked at Lisa and couldn't help but wonder, maybe, she really missed something?

Lisa's eyes flashed with an extraordinary calmness and confidence. She didn't care about the astonishment of the people around her. She just slowly pulled out an ancient magic flute from her deep pocket. This magic flute, with its mottled color, seemed to carry countless stories. Each sound hole was like a witness to history, revealing a mysterious and deep atmosphere.

She slowly squatted down, her body as graceful as a cat, her bright eyes staring at Sun Yifang, the smile on her lips like ripples under the moonlight, deep and meaningful. She stretched out her fingers, which were white and slender, like the keys of a pianist, and gently fell on Sun Yifang's cheek, as if playing a silent movement.

"He is valuable to live, very valuable!" Her words were as light as the wind, but they resounded in everyone's ears. The voice was like a spell, and it was impossible to ignore the power contained in it. As the melody of the magic flute sounded, each note seemed to carry the temperature of life. They jumped in the air, weaving into an invisible net, quietly surrounding Sun Yifang.

Sun Yifang's eyes began to become blurred, and his soul seemed to be drawn by the melodious flute sound, as if bound by invisible chains, unable to break free. His will gradually melted in Lisa's flute sound, just like ice and snow melting silently when meeting the sun. At this moment, he was no longer an independent individual, but a chess piece in Lisa's hand, allowing her to control him and become her puppet.

Lisa's magic flute is not only a musical instrument, but also a key to control people's hearts. She used it to open the door of Sun Yifang's heart and imprisoned his will in her own world.

Lisa, the proud leader like a goddess, stood on her throne, her eyes as sharp as torches, overlooking the world below, as if the entire universe was under her control.

Her voice was deep and powerful, and every word contained endless majesty, as if the sound of nature was announcing the king's will: "Let him return to their ranks. We will use him to get closer to Meng Jin, the mysterious existence who lured me into my dream. Once we eliminate this hidden danger, the remaining mortals will be powerless to stop us, and our hunting feast can officially begin!"

Lisa's strategy is like a black cat stalking in the dark night, silent but full of murderous intent. Her eyes are smart and cunning, like stars twinkling in the dark night sky, making it impossible to predict.

Every blink of her eyes seemed to foreshadow a carefully planned storm; every smile concealed an unfathomable wisdom. Her fingers tapped the armrests lightly, and the rhythm seemed to be playing a prelude to victory. Every note revealed her firm belief and fearless determination.

Her figure swayed in the light and shadow, like a vivid painting, showing the interweaving of power and wisdom. Her every move, every word and every deed revealed her insight into the situation and foresight into the future.

Lisa is weaving an invisible net with her calmness and courage, waiting for the prey to fall into the trap.