The Great Dream God

Meng Jin was standing in silence at this moment. At his feet, Sun Yifang lay quietly on the ground, like a dead leaf blown by the wind, and fell into a deep coma. Meng Jin's eyes fell on him, without any pity, only endless indifference. He shook his head gently, as if he felt sorry for Sun Yifang's current situation, and as if he was blaming him for his cowardice.

Meng Jin raised his hand, with distinct joints and each finger looking hard and strong. His fist seemed like it was made of iron, condensing all his determination and resolve. As his body sank slightly, his fist struck Sun Yifang's shoulder like thunder, with such force that it seemed to shatter the dust in the air.

"Wake up now!" Meng Jin's deep voice echoed in the air, and every word was like a heavy hammer hitting Sun Yifang's ears. His eyes were firm and he did not flinch, as if he was challenging the edge of death. "If you don't wake up, I will really kill you. This is your choice, do you want to die or wake up?!"

Sun Yifang suddenly woke up in a burst of severe pain. A fishy and sweet taste surged in his throat, and then blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, staining the ground in front of him red. He struggled to get up from the cold ground. All the bones in his body were protesting against this sudden action, but his eyes were unusually firm, full of doubt and confusion.

He stared at his hands, the hands that once held a sword and turned pages, but now covered with scars and blood. His heart beat like a drum, and every beat questioned his reason: Isn't this the silence after death? Why can he still feel pain and see his hands?

Looking up, his eyes met Meng Jin's deep and concerned eyes. At that moment, fear surged into his heart like a tide, and his voice trembled with a hint of disbelief, "Am I not dead? Where am I? I remember that I was tortured to death by those two devilish women. I clearly... I have..." His words were intermittent, unable to accept the facts before him.

"How could I still be alive?" He opened his eyes wide, as if looking for an answer. He turned his eyes to Meng Jin, expectant but also afraid, "Did you save me? What magical power did you use to free me from that dark abyss?" His voice was full of questions, but also with a seed of gratitude. After all, if Meng Jin was really his salvation, then his life could still start over.

Meng Jin raised his eyes, and a sarcastic smile quietly bloomed on his lips, like a wisp of cold wind blowing gently in the quiet night, making people shudder. His words were calm and steady, but with a power that could not be ignored, pointing directly to the heart, "Tell me, who saved you? Besides me, who else in this wilderness has the ability and willingness to do so? Look, there is silence all around, even the birds have returned to their nests, only you and I, alone under this moonlight. It was me, Meng Jin, who pulled you back from the brink of death."

His eyes flashed with a deep light, as if he had seen through all the secrets. "You left the team without permission, which is a big mistake. Then, you were controlled and became someone else's pawn, a silent puppet, manipulated in their hands. They used your body and poison as a dagger to assassinate me. At that moment, you were no longer the original you, but their tool, their weapon."

There was a hint of regret in Meng Jin's tone, as if he was telling a tragic story. "Fortunately, I didn't kill you at the most critical moment. If I had killed you at that time, you wouldn't be standing here now, but would have turned into a pile of dirt. Your life was snatched back from the hands of death at that moment. You should be thankful that I chose to spare your life instead of ruthlessly using you like they did."

He looked at the other person deeply, and in his eyes there was both blame and pity, but more importantly, a deep helplessness and sadness.

Sun Yifang's face was flushed like the rising morning glow, so dark that it almost looked like blood dripping out. He lowered his eyelids, and his thick eyelashes cast a deep shadow under his eyelids, covering the emotions surging in his eyes. His voice was low and firm, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the bottom of his heart: "I know, I know! I will never forget all this, and I dare not forget it."

His words were full of self-blame and gratitude, as if those words were his heart expressing his endless gratitude to Meng Jin. He knew that if it weren't for Meng Jin, he might have been dead long ago. The turning point of life and death at that moment was like a sharp thorn, deeply piercing his memory, and every time he thought of it, he felt heartbroken.

"Meng Jin, I understand that you gave me a second life." He raised his head and looked straight ahead. Although he did not see Meng Jin, his eyes were full of admiration for that person. "I, Sun Yifang, swear to heaven that I will never forget your kindness. This kindness is as heavy as a mountain and as deep as a sea. I will repay it with practical actions."

His oath was resounding, as if every word carried a great force. He knew that verbal promises were only the starting point, and true repayment required time and action. He was determined to use his own strength to protect those selfless people like Meng Jin, and to repay those who helped him in times of crisis.

"Don't worry, Meng Jin. I, Sun Yifang, always keep my word. In the days to come, no matter when and where, as long as I can, I will stand by your side, protect you from the wind and rain, and go through fire and water for you." His voice was full of determination, as if this promise had been engraved in his bones and would never be erased no matter how many storms he went through.

Meng Jin's words were like a breeze, blowing through Sun Yifang's heart and stirring up ripples deep in his heart. "Do you want revenge, Sun Yifang?" These words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Sun Yifang's heart, causing his heart, which had been suppressed for a long time, to beat instantly. There was a flicker of doubt in his eyes, as if he was trying to interpret the deep meaning of Meng Jin's words.

Sun Yifang turned his head and looked at his partner with a curious and confused look, his eyes full of exploration of the unknown. His voice trembled slightly, and he responded: "Benefactor, do you mean...you want to help me fight those who hurt me? But, you know, those two witches are not ordinary people, their strength is so strong that it is frightening. I don't want you to be in danger because of me."

Meng Jin felt a little warm at the sight of Sun Yifang's worry. He knew Sun Yifang's kindness and tenacity, and he was moved by her gratitude. He smiled gently, his eyes firm, and said in an unquestionable tone: "Sun Yifang, I don't want you to fight head-on. I understand that we are facing a powerful enemy, but remember, courage does not mean mindless collision. We must outsmart them, not act recklessly. I will help you plan, and we will work together to find a way to deal with them. I will do my best to protect your safety."