Fairy, dreams shouldn't be taken seriously.

In real life, even a dog's brain can be beaten into a pig's brain.

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Hulao Pass.

Southern barbarian military camp.

During wartime, the presence of a million-strong army created a magnificent and awe-inspiring scene.

As night fell, the lights shone brightly, illuminating every corner of the battlefield.

Countless tents stretched for miles across the flat land, resembling a giant tent city.

The lights were so bright that the general's camp was illuminated as if it were daytime.

Inside the camp, the cheerful laughter of soldiers could be heard from time to time, interspersed with the sounds of clashing weapons and the neighing of warhorses.

The military flag fluttered in the wind, flying high, symbolizing glory and the will to win.

Patrol soldiers moved through the night, with a post every three steps and a sentry every five steps.

They wore sturdy battle robes, carried sharp weapons, and vigilantly surveyed their surroundings.

A tight security system provides a sense of security, but it also underscores the ever-present danger of war breaking out at any moment.

Warhorses galloped through the military camp, kicking up dust with their iron hooves.

Every warhorse gleams with well-developed muscles.

At night, the military camp was ablaze with fire and wisps of smoke rose from the chimneys.

The soldiers sat around the campfire, enjoying the warmth and hot food.

The hardships of war seemed to be temporarily forgotten at this moment; they talked to each other, listened to each other, and laughed, their morale soaring.

The headquarters tent, standing at the heart of the army, with firelight illuminating its outer walls, symbolizes the commander's authority and the unity of the army.

The officers discussed strategic deployments inside the tent, with the commander standing in front of a map, pointing out key points.

The Empress's Camp.

The Empress, who had not rested for three days, finally took a short nap tonight, but unknowingly drifted off to sleep.

Suddenly, she sat up in terror, as if she had been startled in the middle of the night.

The sword in his hand, imbued with crimson sword intent, pierced the sky and illuminated the entire horizon.

At this moment, the entire military camp sprang into action, entering a state of high alert and ready for battle at any time.

Before long, many generals arrived, knelt outside, and were summoned for an audience.

"You may all step down. I was merely having a nightmare."

"Yes!"

After everyone withdrew, the Empress sat alone in the tent, her expression filled with absolute killing intent.

Who exactly is that person?

If I were to verify this, I would rather tear you to pieces, burn your soul to ashes, and never let you rise again.

Suddenly, her expression stiffened slightly.

Because I felt a slight stinging pain in my left shoulder.

When she reached out and touched it, a row of teeth marks was clearly visible.

At this moment, the emperor's expression finally changed.

Chapter 256 [The Army Sets Off]

In the tent.

Inside the bathtub.

The empress stared at the warm water in the bathtub, her heart filled with anxiety and anger.

She savored the sensation of the water droplets sliding across her body, carefully rubbing herself as she pondered silently.

Water droplets slid across her skin, bringing a cool sensation, but her thoughts became increasingly turbulent.

That person made it impossible for her to calm down.

I hate it so much that my teeth itch.

The teeth marks on his shoulder were so clear.

She sighed deeply, her body swaying with the flow of water.

Her figure was graceful and charming, and every time she washed herself, she exuded a captivating allure.

But at this moment, her mind was not at all relaxed, nor was she able to feel the softness of her skin.

In the bathtub, she scrubbed her body incessantly, every inch of her skin receiving her meticulous care.

She hoped that through this method, she could wash away her inner dissatisfaction and anger, and allow herself to shine again.

After drying herself off, she stepped out of the bathtub, wrapped in a soft bathrobe.

She walked to the mirror and gazed at herself in it.

The traces of anger were still visible on her face reflected in the mirror.

She stood there quietly, lost in thought.

Man, you must die!

As the thought crossed her mind, she felt a surge of strength welling up from the depths of her heart.

The next moment, the mirror shattered, cracks spreading everywhere.

A bright smile bloomed on her face.

She decided to release herself, letting the anger in her heart be washed away with the clean water, and return to being the calm empress.

The empress, dressed in a bathrobe, possessed an elegant and graceful figure.

Her slender figure, accentuated by the bathrobe, appeared even more alluring, her curves as beautiful as a painting.

The bathrobe was pure white, draped lightly over her body, outlining her perfect curves.

Her skin was fair and delicate, as soft as snow.

Water droplets dripped down her long, black hair, the wet strands clinging to her shoulders, glistening like silk.

Her face was delicate and dignified, with a slight blush on her cheeks, radiating a healthy and captivating glow.

Her eyes were bright and lively, like shooting stars streaking across the night sky. A hint of confidence and independence shone through them, captivating all who looked at her.

Her eyebrows were long and beautiful, and when she raised them slightly, they revealed a kind of unruliness and regal domineering aura.

Her slender, jade-like hands were delicate and graceful, with a faint fragrance lingering at her fingertips.

She carefully pulled up a corner of her bathrobe, revealing her delicate ankles and slender toes.

She wore a pair of white slippers, which accentuated her lithe and graceful figure.

At this moment, her face was filled with a quiet and gentle aura, like a blooming flower.

Her lips were soft and alluring, slightly upturned, exuding confidence and elegance.

At this moment, she is the empress disguised beneath her legs.

Her wet hair, pure white bathrobe, and soft, delicate skin exuded an innate charm.

This kind of charm is unique to kings.

Afterwards, the Empress ordered people to find paper and pen, preparing to draw the portrait of the person in her dream.

However, as she held the pen in her hand, she frowned, unable to remember what the person in her dream looked like.

After careful recollection, I still came up with no results.

This made her grit her teeth again.

A dignified empress, at the peak of the Formless Realm, yet she can't even remember a single person.

It really doesn't make sense.

There's only one explanation: the dream is wrong.

Then, she suddenly remembered that when the dream ended, the person said "goodbye".

Now, she really wants to see him again and remember him forever.

Then we will search to the ends of the earth to dig it out.

"Will the dream continue?" This thought suddenly came to her mind.

Having mastered a portion of the power of heaven and earth, the Formless Realm naturally possesses certain methods regarding dreams.

If I can continue to dream...

Her eyes lit up, she prepared some methods, and then...