The Great Dream God

Meng Jin was suddenly awakened from his deep thoughts, as if he was gently touched by the first soft light of the morning. His eyes were like the dawn light, quietly breaking through the darkness, revealing endless agility and alertness.

At that moment, his world instantly switched from quiet contemplation to tense reality, as if he had fallen from a dream into the arena of survival.

However, what greeted him was not the familiar warm sunshine, but a cold knife light. The sharp blade flashing with cold light quietly pressed against his throat, and the sharpness of the blade tip seemed to be able to cut through the air, bringing waves of piercing cold. It hung there quietly, like a low elegy for death, and every tremor foreshadowed the fragility and impermanence of life. This was not the awakening he expected, but it became the reality he could not escape at this moment. Every passing second was playing the symphony of life and death.

His body suddenly became like steel, and every muscle suddenly tensed, like a bunch of bowstrings ready to be released, full of endless power and determination. His heartbeat was like the sound of a war drum of thousands of troops, fierce and wild, shaking his entire chest, and every beat seemed to be announcing a fearless challenge. The sound of this heartbeat echoed in the air, as if it could tear apart the silence and awaken the dormant courage.

However, his eyes, those eyes as deep as black holes, were not shaken by this sudden tension. They flashed with a calm light, bottomless, like the brightest star in the middle of the night, illuminating the darkness alone. It was a kind of transcendent calmness, a kind of unshakable tenacity. Hidden in his eyes was endless wisdom and incomparable determination. He was like a silent beacon, no matter how fierce the storm was, he could firmly illuminate the way forward, fearless and unshakable.

Ai Li now looked so strange in front of him, like a passer-by from another world. Her face was like an ice sculpture, and her cold and beautiful lines looked even harder under the moonlight, revealing a kind of indifference that kept people away. Her eyes were as deep as the night, and the light flashing in them was no longer as sharp as during the duel, but was filled with complex emotions that he could not interpret.

There was a subtle smile on her lips, like a crack on thin ice, seemingly insignificant, but full of endless chill. That smile seemed to be mocking his powerlessness, his helplessness in facing her, and his self-esteem becoming so fragile in front of her.

Her voice was like the biting north wind in winter, cold and merciless. Every note was like a hard stone extracted from ice and snow, mercilessly thrown at Meng Jin's heart. Every impact brought him deep pain. The cold tone seemed to be mocking his powerlessness, dyeing his world with a layer of despair. "Meng Jin, you have already lost. All your struggles, in my opinion, are just meaningless resistance." Her words, like hail, ruthlessly hit his beliefs, but could not shake his soul.

However, Meng Jin only smiled slightly. Although the smile was mixed with bitterness, it was like a sharpened blade, revealing endless tenacity and indomitable spirit. His eyes were as deep as the night, hiding boundless perseverance and determination. He responded calmly, his voice low but firm as a rock: "Aili, do you really think I have lost? This is just the prologue of the game. I still have cards that have not been revealed. You have not seen my full strength yet."

In the dim moonlight, a figure quietly appeared. It was Lisa. She stood in the bright moonlight, like a black and white sketch, with hard lines and a cold aura, like a sculpture that walked out of the kingdom of ice and snow. Her appearance made the air around her seem to condense a little, with a silent pressure.

Lisa's eyes inadvertently swept over Meng Jin, and in her deep eyes, there flashed a spark of mockery, like the brightest star in the night sky, cold and dazzling. She opened her lips, and her voice was like the frost in the winter morning, cold and ruthless, "What else can you do now except being strong?" Every word was like a sharp ice cone, piercing Meng Jin's heart, trying to freeze his tenacious determination bit by bit, turning it into dust in the cold wind.

Her words contained not only doubt, but also a deep contempt, as if all of Meng Jin's persistence became insignificant in front of her. That cold tone was like the north wind passing through the bone marrow, making people shudder.

Meng Jin was standing in the center of the storm at this moment, his back was like an eternal monument, facing Lisa's ridicule and contempt fearlessly.

Under his feet was moist soil, and every step was deeply engraved in the mud, as if proving that his determination was unshakable.

His eyes were like stars twinkling in the dark night. Even though there were violent storms around him, they could not conceal his brilliance.

His body was like a mountain, towering and majestic. No matter how hard the wind and rain whipped him, he always stood firm.

Every breath of air he inhaled seemed to carry the tenacity of the wind and the baptism of the rain, transforming into strength deep in his heart.

His voice was like an echo in a valley. Every syllable was his declaration of challenge. Every word was filled with his determination and tenacity, striking deep into Lisa's soul.

"I am not a symbol of fear. My beliefs are stronger than steel and enough to shatter your sneers and contempt!" Meng Jin's voice echoed in the wind and rain, like thunder roaring in his ears. His eyes were as hot as torches, staring straight at Lisa. His fearless spirit seemed to be able to shake the stars.

Ai Li, burned with rage by Meng Jin's heroic spirit, raised her head and let out a roar that resounded through the sky. The long sword in her hand flashed a dazzling light, like a meteor in the night sky, piercing Meng Jin straight.

With a flash of sword light, Meng Jin's body seemed to be torn apart, and blood bloomed like red lotus, splashing on Ai Li's cheek. Her eyes reflected Meng Jin, cold and determined, as if mocking her attack was in vain.

However, at this moment, everything changed. A dazzling white light penetrated the darkness. Ellie and Lisa opened their eyes wide in horror, and fear filled their pupils.

When the light faded, they found themselves back in the familiar wooden house, lying on the bed, tightly cuddling each other. The previous fierce battle seemed to be just a scene in Meng Jin's dream.

Ai Li's voice was trembling. She looked at Lisa, who was also uneasy, and said in a low and puzzled voice, "We are back to Meng Jin's dream again!"

Deep in Lisa's eyes, fear filled the air like fog, interweaving with doubt to form an invisible net that tightly enveloped her soul.

She stared straight at the person in front of her, her eyes seemed to silently reveal her inner confusion and panic.

Their eyes collided in the air, like two restless meteors streaking across the dark night sky. Each other's hesitation was reflected in each other's pupils, and their hearts were filled with unspeakable confusion and boundless panic.

At this moment, the air seemed to freeze, and only the sounds of their heartbeats echoed in this tense confrontation, intensifying each other's uneasiness.