The Great Dream God

Chapter 246: The Solitary Bird

In that dark, dimly lit room, Zhang Tianlong lay lifelessly on the bed like a lifeless body, and the air around him seemed to be frozen by despair. When those sharp, piercing, blade-like words suddenly reached his ears, his body trembled slightly, as if he was hit hard by an invisible force from the underworld, and his soul trembled.

Slowly, he raised his head with difficulty as if he was carrying a heavy burden. His eyes were filled with blood-red, like a blazing flame or a surging, rolling sea of ​​blood. The endless anger and unwillingness emanating from them seemed to be able to burn everything in this world to ashes.

He gritted his teeth, his facial muscles twisted with anger, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth with difficulty, with deep hatred: "They want power? Hahaha! Not that easy!! " The voice was like thunder, exploding in this small room. The strong sound waves hit the surroundings, and the walls seemed to tremble, as if they were afraid of the surging anger.

Then, Zhang Tianlong was like a deflated ball, and all the strength in his body seemed to be drained in an instant. He sat back on his slightly worn-out bed full of traces of time. His eyes revealed a trace of fatigue that was difficult to conceal, but underneath this fatigue, there was more steel-like firmness and determination. He said coldly: "The Senate will not agree to let them control power! Especially to let this group gain the right to dictate the world!" His words were loud and clear, full of firm trust in the Senate, as if the Senate was the last light of hope in his heart, a solid fortress that he swore to defend until his death, and no one would be allowed to invade.

At this moment, Meng Jin's voice was like a breeze, breaking the oppressive silence in the room. With a trace of indelible worry in his eyes, he slowly said: "What if the Bluebird Clan controls the Senate?" As soon as these words came out, it was like a thunderclap in Zhang Tianlong's heart. His face instantly became extremely ugly, like a pale piece of paper, without any blood. His body trembled involuntarily, and the trembling was like an autumn leaf shivering in the cold wind, unable to control himself. He clenched his fist tightly, and that fist seemed to contain endless power, as if it could erupt like a volcano at any time and destroy everything in front of him.

He looked up, his eyes full of disbelief, as if questioning the injustice of fate: "How is it possible that the Bluebird Clan actually controls the entire Senate? There is no such thing! But... now that you put it that way! It's really possible!" There was an imperceptible tremor in his voice, and it was obvious that this idea made him feel deeply frightened. The fear shrouded his heart like a shadow, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

Zhang Tianlong's thoughts surged like a tide. He recalled the past and the anger in his heart was ignited again. He remembered the efforts he had made to protect this land, the years of sweat and blood, but now they might be wasted because of the conspiracy of the Bluebird Clan. A trace of determination flashed in his eyes, as if he had made some kind of resolution.

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In the dim room, Zhang Tianlong's face was like a dark cloud, becoming increasingly gloomy and ugly. His eyes, the brilliance of the past, had disappeared without a trace, as if the bright stars had fallen in an instant, leaving only a void and gloom. At that moment, he seemed to be mercilessly hit by the hammer of time, and he looked much older in an instant, and the heroic spirit of the past was gone.

He sat back on the bed heavily, like a body without a soul. His spine, which was originally straight like a pine tree, was now bent like a willow branch, no longer showing the former dignity and majesty. His eyes were filled with gray like ashes, and his face was dull and wooden, as if his soul had quietly left this exhausted body.

Meng Jin witnessed this scene, and he could not help but feel an indescribable sense of guilt. The guilt, like a cold tide, kept surging into his heart. He hurriedly said, "I was just guessing!" There was a subtle apology in his voice, and that faint apology was like a candle in the wind, swaying in this depressing atmosphere, hoping to be like a spring breeze, slightly alleviating Zhang Tianlong's icy cold mood.

Meng Jin stared at Zhang Tianlong's listless appearance, like a frost-bitten leaf, and his heart was suddenly filled with anxiety and uneasiness. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his heart that was beating like a drum. Then, his words broke the suffocating silence: "What should we do next? I don't want to hide in this dirty, narrow place like a rat's nest for the rest of my life! I have a more exciting life waiting for me to pursue!" His words were like an impassioned war song, full of eager desire for the future and strong dissatisfaction with the current predicament. Every word seemed like a burning spark, trying to ignite the light of hope shrouded in darkness.

After hearing this, Zhang Tianlong fell into a brief silence. Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and the air became unusually heavy. A hint of hesitation flashed across his eyes, and that hesitation was like a barely perceptible ripple that spread across his heart. However, this hesitation was fleeting, and was soon replaced by a determined light. He took a deep breath, and that breath seemed to be a desperate struggle between him and the fear and anxiety in his heart. He tried to absorb all the fear and anxiety into his stomach like a demon in the dark, devouring them completely and turning them into the power to move forward.

Then, he slowly said, "Contact the Senate! I have a group of like-minded friends in the Senate!" There was an irrepressible hope in his voice, and that hope was like a beam of dazzling sunlight, penetrating the dense darkness. In his heart, the Senate seemed to be a beacon in the darkness, his only guide in this predicament, and the key to his escape from this endless suffering.

Zhang Tianlong raised his head and looked at Meng Jin firmly. His eyes were full of expectation and trust, as if Meng Jin was his solid support in this difficult journey. He said slowly: "Maybe they can help us!" His words were like a reassurance, which comforted Meng Jin's originally anxious heart.