The Great Dream God

Sun Yifang's eyes were like a piece of hot coal, burning fiercely, and the flaming eyes were filled with endless resentment towards Ellie and Lisa. Deep in his pupils, there seemed to be thousands of flames dancing, and each flame was a mark of his inner anger, blazing and deep. His eyes were like the scorching sun scorching the earth, making it impossible to look directly at him. The strong hatred seemed to be able to melt steel and penetrate people's hearts.

The names of Ellie and Lisa echoed repeatedly in his mind, and every mention of them was like a sharp knife piercing his heart. His hatred for them was not a spark of an instant, but a rage accumulated over the years, a flame condensed from the pain and disappointment after being betrayed. This fire burned his trust and the last bit of warmth he had for them, leaving only a devastated hatred.

Sun Yifang's gaze was fiery and resolute, as if he wanted to carve the figures of Ellie and Lisa into his bones and make that hatred last forever.

He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning pale from the force, as if every bone was screaming out tenacity and determination. He struggled to get up from the cold, rugged ground, every muscle filled with the courage to fight against gravity. His body was like a sword that had experienced wind and rain, hard and unyielding, breaking out of the cracks in the rocks and piercing the sky.

His spine was straight, like a sword drawn from its sheath, sharp and sharp, and could not be ignored by anyone. This was not only the uprightness of the body, but also the uprightness of the soul, a fearless declaration of the challenge. His eyes were like the tip of a sword, sharp and firm, locking the sight of the two people in front of him, without any avoidance or trembling.

The air was filled with tension, and every breath seemed to stir up ripples. His existence was like a silent war song, interpreting his indomitable spirit and perseverance with his actions.

Ellie and Lisa, the two once sunny girls, those carefree days seemed to be blown away by the wind of time. At this moment, their faces were as pale as paper, tightly wrapped in the haze of fear. The fear, like the tide in the middle of the night, swept in silently but unstoppably, dyeing their world into a cold black. Their bodies trembled involuntarily under the invisible pressure, like fallen leaves shivering in the cold wind, and every step back seemed so difficult.

Their eyes were filled with fear and helplessness. They stared at the unknown threat in front of them. Their voices trembled in their throats, and they asked intermittent questions: "You, you devil, what are you going to do to us?" Every word seemed to be drawn from the abyss of their hearts, with unconcealed fear and despair. Their fear was not without reason. The shadow in the darkness was like a lurking nightmare, making it difficult for them to breathe. At this moment, Ellie and Lisa's past and present were in sharp contrast. Their courage and tenacity seemed so fragile in the face of fear. They could only seek answers with trembling voices, hoping to break the shadow that shrouded their hearts.

Sun Yifang straightened his spine, and with every step he took, the ground seemed to tremble under his cold boots, as if he was not walking on a flat road, but on a stone full of historical traces, with cold laws engraved on every grain of sand. His eyes were like a sharp knife tempered with frost, cutting the air around him, and the biting cold spread among the crowd, leaving no place for people to hide.

"I, Sun Yifang," he spoke word by word, his voice as deep as an ancient well, every word powerful, "I am a descendant of noble blood and the heir to the nobility." His figure cast a majestic shadow in the sunlight, like an unshakable castle.

And you, he said with disdain, "are nothing but slaves crawling in the dust. You exist to serve and obey." His eyes swept over everyone, like a severe judgment, not allowing any resistance, "You should understand that the authority of the nobility is like destiny, which can be granted or taken away. We hold your destiny in our hands, just like a blacksmith holds hot iron and can forge it as we please!"

Before he finished speaking, Sun Yifang's action was beyond everyone's expectations. He suddenly pulled out a heavy whip from his waist, and the whip drew a cold arc in the air and fell heavily to the ground. In an instant, the silent air was pierced, and the crisp "snap" sound was like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, hitting everyone's heart hard, echoing in the empty space, as if a heavy hammer was mercilessly hitting their nerves, making people tremble.

Ellie and Lisa, two delicate women, turned pale by the sudden noise. They instinctively stepped back, staring at each other with frightened eyes. The fear in each other's eyes was reflected like a mirror, and silent screams echoed in their hearts. Their hands clenched into fists unconsciously, their nails dug deep into their palms, but they could not alleviate the fear in their hearts.

However, in this tense atmosphere, Meng Jin showed unusual calmness. He took a step forward slowly, and each step seemed so firm. His eyes were like an ice lake in winter, cold and deep. His eyes swept over Ellie and Lisa. Although he didn't say anything, his firmness and determination had been conveyed to them.

"Meng Jin," Lisa's voice trembled, but with an unwavering determination, "We are your slaves, your property. Do you really want to see us taken away by others, bullied and insulted?" Although her voice was weak, it carried a power that could not be ignored. Every word was like a question mark engraved in the air, pointing directly to the depths of Meng Jin's heart.

Meng Jin's hands trembled as he took the heavy whip from Sun Yifang. His fingers looked extremely pale due to his intense anger, as if they were corroded by winter frost and snow. His eyes were like a deep ice lake, cold and ruthless, full of hatred for betrayal. The whip in his hand was like a thunderbolt that was about to fall, ready to strike.

Without any hesitation, he raised his whip and swung it at Ellie fiercely. The whip drew a cruel arc in the air, tearing through the quiet air like a bolt of lightning, instantly illuminating the entire room. Its shrieking sound pierced the silence, like a death knell, foreshadowing an inevitable punishment.

The whip mercilessly fell on Ellie's cheek, taking away the blood from her face and leaving a shocking red mark. The sound echoed in everyone's heart, like a cold iron chain hitting the depths of the soul, making people shudder. Ellie's body trembled under the whip, her eyes were full of fear and confusion, but she could not refute and could only silently endure this sudden pain.

Meng Jin's lips were tightly pursed into a line, and his voice was as cold as ice: "You dirty woman, you stabbed the dagger into my back with your own hands! I whipped myself with this whip, I want you to remember that the price of betrayal is endless pain! I want you to remember that every betrayer will taste the bitter fruit of his own deeds!"

Every word he said was like a heavy hammer, hitting Ellie's heart and the hearts of everyone present.