The Great Dream God

Meng Jin waved the whip in his hand without hesitation, as if it was a lightning that broke through the tranquility in the dark night sky, rushing towards him with the force of thunder. The whip shadow, like a sharp beam of light, passed through the dark fog and pierced his target, the woman who had attracted everyone's attention - Lisa.

Lisa was once the brightest star among the stars. Her light was overflowing, like a peacock spreading its feathers, proud and dazzling. However, at this moment, the whip shadow was like a ruthless hunter, aiming at her gorgeous wings without hesitation, accurately and fiercely. This was not a denial of her past, but a challenge to the future, a silent dialogue with the once glorious Lisa.

Every move of Meng Jin was full of strength and determination. His eyes were firm, like the light before dawn, illuminating the darkness. Every swing of the whip was his fight against fate and his response to the challenge.

At this moment, Lisa looked extremely fragile in the whip shadows of the storm, like a feather swept by the wind, light and weak, but showing an indescribable tenacity in the swaying. Her figure trembled in the interlaced whip shadows, but never fell, like a stone sculpture standing in the storm, silent and firm. Every nerve was tense in pain, but her eyes were like stars, shining with unyielding light.

Blood slowly dripped down her cheeks, each drop as bright as a ruby, reflecting her fearless face. Those bright red marks, like the brushstrokes of an artist, were carved on her pale skin, becoming her badge of bravery, showing her perseverance and indomitable spirit. It was a vivid portrayal of her strong will, her adherence to dignity, and the sonorous sound from the depths of her soul, which could illuminate the road ahead even in the darkest night.

Her eyes were like the stars in the night, deep and mysterious, without a trace of sorrow, only iron-like tenacity and resolute determination.

Those eyes, like silent poems, had sharp words that pierced people's hearts, questioning the culprit in front of them: "It is you, holding that soul-stealing artifact, like a cunning magician, playing with people's emotions, like a spark that ignites dry wood, causing endless disputes and chaos!"

Your crimes, like dirty ink, have tarnished the picture of peace, and every drop of them is imprinted in the memory of history and cannot be erased. Although your hands are not stained with blood, you have pushed the kind heart into the abyss.

You used the power of that divine weapon to stir up the tide of human nature, trapping innocent people in an emotional whirlpool from which they could not extricate themselves.

At this moment, the flame of justice burned in her eyes, and that silent questioning was stronger and more shocking than any words.

Your actions will be judged fairly at the tribunal of time. No matter how you argue, you cannot escape this inevitable outcome.

Lisa's silence is like a monument carved by time, standing in people's hearts, and its weight is enough to shock every heart. This is not ordinary silence, but a whisper full of power, silently telling of her tenacity and perseverance, making everyone who tries to ignore her feel pressured invisibly, unable to escape her spiritual power as deep as the ocean and as hard as diamond.

In Mengjin, he slowly put away the whip in his hand, his movements were graceful and calm, as if he was performing a silent symphony. His smile was as light as the thin ice in winter, revealing a kind of transcendent majesty in the coldness, but also containing endless determination and perseverance. That smile, like a sharp sword light, pierced through the glitz in the air, declaring that his faith was unwavering and would not be shaken by anyone or anything. In his eyes, the flame of determination burned brightly and fiercely.

His voice was like the biting cold wind raging on the distant snowy plateau, cold and distinct. Every note was like a sharp blade, deeply engraved in the depths of everyone's soul, awakening endless shock: "You two are now in my hands. These two whips are both the end of your old days and the prelude to a new chapter of life. From now on, all the entanglements between us will be eliminated in the interweaving of these whip shadows! Sun Yifang, you don't have to hold the resentment in your heart towards my loyal people. They are like barriers made of solid ice. They are the guardians of my territory and the defenders of my beliefs. Their footsteps are the music of my territory, and their eyes are the starlight of my borders. They have merged with me. Their loyalty is purer than the white snow and more unwavering than the hard glacier. Our grievances, like footprints in the snow, will eventually be blown away by the wind of time. From now on, we will each move forward and write a new chapter."

In this situation, Sun Yi could only nod deeply. A sincere and respectful expression appeared on his face and his words were full of determination: "I swear, such a thing will never happen, and I will never harbor any resentment! Mr. Meng Jin, you can rest assured!" His eyes were as clear as autumn water, reflecting his deep conviction in Meng Jin.

Meng Jin just smiled indifferently, nodded slightly, and then slowly put away the whip in his hand. It was a silent forgiveness and trust.

He turned and walked forward, his figure casting a long shadow in the sunlight, as if symbolizing his deep yet majestic temperament.

Sun Yifang followed closely behind with firm steps, but they found that the two mysterious witches who were originally following behind them stopped where they were and seemed hesitant.

The two witches, Lisa and Ellie, were like elves frozen in a painting, their eyes revealing complex emotions, awe and fear.

Meng Jin noticed this unusual phenomenon, turned around, stared at them with sharp eyes, and said with a hint of teasing: "Why, do you want to taste the whip again?" His eyes were sharp, yet deep, as if he could see into people's hearts.

Lisa gently pulled Ellie's hand, the action was gentle but firm. Ellie clenched her teeth, holding back the tears in her eyes, she looked up at her sister, the dependence and courage in her eyes flashed.

In the end, the two of them looked at each other and decided to follow Meng Jin's steps and move forward. Although there was still some fear in their hearts, they were more looking forward to the future.

Meng Jin continued to move forward, his steps steady, a faint smile on his face, as if he was talking to himself: "Today, I got two partners who are much stronger than me. It was almost effortless. They voluntarily joined my team. This is really a godsend opportunity. How lucky!"