The Great Dream God

At that moment, Meng Jin's body seemed to be gently brushed by a mysterious force, and his outline began to tremble subtly in the air, like an ink painting swaying gently in the breeze.

His body no longer had substance, as if blown away by an invisible, gentle wind. It disintegrated silently, bit by bit, and turned into thousands of crystal water droplets.

These water droplets danced in the air, and each drop carried the breath of Meng Jin, as if his soul was sublimated at this moment, becoming boundless and dreamy.

The sky became his stage, where the water droplets performed the life melody of Mengjin.

They sparkle with colorful light under the sunlight, like falling stars or shattered rainbows, so beautiful that it takes your breath away.

The water droplets float gently, some condense into clouds, some fall to the ground, some blend into the wind, and some fall into the center of the lake. There are traces of Mengjin everywhere, forming a magnificent and mysterious picture.

In that picturesque scenery, a peaceful harmony seemed to permeate the air, like a beautiful oil painting, intoxicating. However, beneath this tranquility, there was a coldness that could not be ignored. His voice, like the last ripple on the lake in the middle of the night, was long and deep, suddenly breaking the tranquility and piercing deep into the hearts of the two sisters, leaving a deep mark.

"You should weigh it yourself," he said calmly, almost indifferently. "I don't care how your inner thoughts are surging, whether you are struggling or resisting. I only offer one choice, a narrow and hard path - that is to become my slave. Sign that heavy slave contract, voluntarily hand over your fate to me, and from now on your life will no longer belong to you."

These words were like the cold wind in winter, ruthlessly tearing away the warmth in their hearts.

Ellie was staring at the scene in front of her, the light in her eyes was like lightning before a storm, intertwined with anger and confusion. Her blue eyes were unfathomable, and every wave reflected the excitement in her heart. That anger was like the magma in the crater of a volcano, hot and fierce, ready to burst out, as if it could break through the shackles of reason at any time and turn the indifference and ruthlessness of the whole world into ashes.

Her heart was like an ocean swept by a strong wind, with raging waves and endless anger surging in it. This anger did not come from herself, but was an accusation of injustice and indignation at the trampling of kindness. Her chest rose and fell violently, every heartbeat seemed to be a roar, and every breath was venting the uncontrollable anger.

Confusion, like a fog, entangled her heart, making it impossible for her to understand the absurdity of this world. She wondered why kindness was oppressed, why the truth was distorted, and why innocent people had to suffer. This confusion made her suffer and struggle, but it also made her more determined to find the answer.

Meng Jin's suggestion was like a sharp sword to her, not only cutting her self-esteem, but also ruthlessly tearing apart the priceless friendship between her and her sister. That was their common treasure, the strength that supported each other in the wind and rain, and the witness of their shared laughter and tears. She couldn't believe that Meng Jin would make such an unorthodox request, which seemed to be a contempt and blasphemy to their close relationship.

Although her voice was trembling, it contained a determination that no one could shake. Every word was like a cry from the bottom of her heart: "What is he thinking? We absolutely, absolutely cannot accept such a request!" She turned to her sister, her eyes burning with a firm flame, as if telling her sister that no matter how much pressure they faced, they would not betray each other's beliefs.

"Sister," she called again, her voice full of determination, "Our feelings are not something that anyone can trample on. This deep sisterly love is our common fortress and our strength against the world. We cannot and will not compromise because of his unreasonableness. We must stand together, stick to our bottom line, and protect our feelings."

At this moment, Ella's eyes flashed with helplessness and sadness that could not be concealed. She deeply understood her sister's anger, which was a fiery emotion from the bottom of her heart and a fierce resistance to unfair fate. However, she also knew that the situation they were in now was not a quagmire that could be easily escaped with passion.

She slowly reached out her hand and gently wrapped it around Ellie's trembling fingers, trying to calm her sister's heart with this silent comfort. Ella's eyes were firm and resolute, although her voice was as calm as the lake, "Ellie, I feel your anger, but what we need now is calmness, and we need to find the wisdom to solve the problem."

Meng Jin's proposal was like a cold chain, ruthlessly entwining their lives. Accepting his terms meant giving up their freedom, trampling on their self-esteem, and even paying with their lives.

As these heavy words echoed in the air, Lisa's face revealed a deep pain, an expression mixed with despair and helplessness. Her eyes were full of struggle, as if she was having a fierce debate with herself deep in her heart. "Ellie," she said in a low and firm voice, "If we refuse to compromise, will we only be heading towards the abyss of death? Are you willing to die? Are you really willing for our lives to end like this?" Her words were like cold raindrops, knocking on Ellie's heart drop by drop.

Ellie's hand loosened the sword weakly, and the sword fell to the ground with a crisp sound. Her face was covered with painful lines, and her eyes flashed with endless loss and grief. "We have come to this point today through hardships," she murmured to herself, her voice trembling, "Now, we have to give in like this, become someone else's vassal, and become a plaything in their hands. I really can't resign myself to this. I really can't accept this ending, sister!"

Lisa stepped forward, her steps were heavy, but each step seemed so firm. She was a person who knew how to weigh the pros and cons, and she knew what was most important between life and death. "Ellie, we must live," her words were like a guiding light, "As long as there is life, there is hope. If we are dead, then everything is really meaningless."

Ellie raised her head and looked at Lisa with moist eyes. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she didn't let them fall. She gritted her teeth and squeezed out a sentence with all her strength: "Then I will listen to you, sister! Your decision is my decision!"

Lisa took a deep breath, her eyes firm and resolute, "Becoming that man's slave, this is our only way out." This sentence was like a cruel reality that stung their hearts, but it also became a ray of light they were looking for in the darkness. Although this road was full of thorns, they had no choice.