The Great Dream God

Chapter 403 Noisy Quarrel 3

Qingyun's eyes were sparkling with crystal tears, and those tears were like bright gems, shining brightly under the light. His eyes were filled with tears, and those tears seemed as precious as pearls, and every drop contained his admiration and emotion for Qing Changtian. He patted Qing Changtian's shoulder heavily and said, "Good! You are worthy of being a warrior of my Qingque tribe! You are the backbone of the Qingque tribe and the hope of the tribe. Your courage and responsibility will be forever engraved in the long history of the Qingque tribe." His voice was passionate and full of power, like a gust of wind, sweeping the entire hall, igniting the flame of hope in people's hearts.

Afterwards, Qingyun resolutely issued a battle order to Qingchangtian: "Qingchangtian, in the name of the clan leader, I order you to go outside the city and fight Mengjin! This battle is about the survival of the Qingque clan and the future of the clan. You must go all out and fight to the last moment!" His voice was loud and firm, like thunder, echoing in the hall, like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart hard. The voice was full of majesty and determination, which made people irresistible.

As soon as these words came out, the whole hall suddenly fell into a deathly silence. The air seemed to freeze, and time seemed to stand still. Everyone in the hall seemed to be cast under a spell, standing there motionless, with different expressions on their faces. After a while, people woke up from their dreams and began to whisper and discuss.

"This is going to be a fierce battle! Meng Jin is a ruthless and cunning man. It's very likely that we will be in danger!" Someone said worriedly, his voice full of fear and anxiety. His face was pale, and his eyes revealed deep worry, as if he had already seen the tragic ending.

"But Qing Changtian is our hero. He has great courage and wisdom. I believe he will be able to defeat Mengjin and bring us the dawn of victory!" Someone else responded confidently, his voice full of admiration and trust for Qing Changtian. His eyes flashed with determination, as if he was full of confidence in Qing Changtian.

Amidst the noisy discussions, Qing Changtian's figure seemed extremely tall. He was like a towering lighthouse, guiding people in the dark. His posture was upright, as if he could penetrate the clouds, and his eyes were firm, as if they could illuminate the whole world. He nodded slightly, indicating that he was ready. His eyes were full of determination and courage, as if telling everyone that he would do anything for the honor of the Qingque tribe, even if it meant sacrificing his own life.

"Don't worry, clan leader! I will not fail in my mission! I will defend the dignity and honor of the Qingque clan with my blood and life!" Qing Changtian's voice was firm and powerful, like the roar of a dragon or a tiger, resounding throughout the hall. His words were full of lofty sentiments and ambitions, as if they could break through all obstacles and reach the other side of victory. His voice was like a powerful force, injected into everyone's heart, and the fear and anxiety in people's hearts gradually dissipated.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Qing Changtian, with both admiration and worry in their eyes. They admired his courage and responsibility, he was like a bright star, illuminating the way forward for people; they were worried about his injuries and safety, although his body was injured, his spirit was as strong as steel. His figure seemed particularly tall in everyone's eyes, like an insurmountable mountain, daunting.

As for Qing Changtian, he was like a towering mountain, standing firm. Although his body was covered with scars, his will was indestructible. There was a blazing fire burning in his eyes, which was the desire for victory and the pursuit of honor. The fire seemed to be able to burn everything and turn all difficulties and obstacles into ashes.

In this solemn atmosphere, Qing Changtian slowly pushed the wheelchair towards the exit of the hall. The wheels of the wheelchair slowly turned, making a slight sound that was particularly clear in the silent hall. The sound seemed to be a declaration, declaring his determination and courage, and declaring his belief in fighting for the honor of the Qingque tribe. The sound of the wheels turning was like an ancient bell, echoing in the hall, and every sound struck people's hearts, making people feel a deep power.

"Changtian, be careful!" Someone couldn't help but shout, his voice full of concern and worry. There was a tremor in the voice, as if praying to God to bless Qing Changtian to return safely.

Qing Changtian turned around and gave everyone a firm smile, which was as warm as the sun and as gentle as the spring breeze. His smile was like a ray of light, illuminating the darkness in people's hearts and making them feel hope and strength. He said, "I will, wait for my good news!" His voice was full of confidence and calmness, as if no difficulties could stop him from moving forward. The voice was like the sound of nature, echoing in the hall, filling people's hearts with confidence.

The wheelchair wheels continued to turn, and the sound was like the roar of war drums, inspiring people's hearts. The sound became farther and farther away, as if it was Qing Changtian's footsteps, moving forward firmly. Qing Changtian's figure gradually went farther and farther, and finally disappeared at the door of the hall. His figure was like a legend, remaining in people's hearts and becoming the driving force for people to move forward.

As Qing Changtian left, the people in the hall fell into deep thought. Their hearts were filled with admiration for Qing Changtian and worries about the future. They prayed silently, hoping that Qing Changtian would return safely and that the Qingque tribe would be able to usher in the dawn of victory.

"I hope he can return safely." Someone whispered, with a hint of pleading in his voice. The voice was like a whisper in the breeze, floating gently in the hall, making people feel a deep concern.

"He will. Qing Changtian's name is like a bright star, shining in our hearts. His courage and faith will lead us to the other side of victory." Another person responded firmly, his voice full of confidence. That voice was like a huge bell, echoing in the hall, filling people's hearts with hope.

However, in sharp contrast is the bluebird. She is like a delicate flower blown by the strong wind, swaying in the storm of fate. Her emotions are completely out of control, and she cries hysterically. The shrill cry seems to be the wail from hell, which can penetrate the human soul and reach the softest corner of the heart. She tried her best to hold Qing Changtian tightly, crying hoarsely: "This is my only relative, I will never allow you to take risks!" Her voice is full of endless despair and pain, which is a kind of sadness that goes deep into the bone marrow, like a sharp dagger, piercing everyone's heart. The sadness seems to be endless darkness, which makes people feel heartbroken and broken into countless pieces, like falling stars in the night sky.