Book2:KigdomIteDreams
书迷正在阅读：上班生涯和婚姻生涯 , 【刘辩x你】红蓼花 , 在色情游戏里被迫直播高潮（西幻 人外 nph） , 被妈咪镪懆gl(纯百，沉浸式1v1) , 能不能再抱抱我 , 《繁星坠落时》前菁英刑警现暴躁攻x暗黑杀手偏执疯狂受——我不想做谁的英雄，只想做你的英雄。CWT69 , 有你在，天气晴 , 我的特种兵男友（1v1） , 和你一起捕星星 , 雨。邂逅 , 母神（虫族） , 真相是真
ouatleasttellmewhenallthiswillhappen?”KingDimitriimmediatelyasked.Stephaniewasgoingfast.Shemaosaybyfitsandstarts, 4 “......whenbloodseepsoutofthebareyellowsoilofGiantMountain......whenbloodspeakswithahumanvoice......thenitistime......thenitistime......”Upsetanddisturbed,KingDimitricouldo, “WhenbloodseepsoutofthebareyellowsoilofGiantMountaihebloodspeakswithahumanvoice.Thenitistime.Thenitistime.”EuphoriacameoverStephanie’sbodyandsoul,bringieure.yandsatisfiedsmile,sheclosedhereyesandgaveupherspirit. Amagnifitrainboearedintheskiesacrosstheke.PetalsoffreshflowerscoveredStephanie’sbody,forthebeautieshadarrivedtootetobidfarewelltotheirformerpanionandcouldonlycoverherwiththeirfloral.Suddenlyalovely,melodiousvoicebrokeintosongandthebeautiesalljoinedherinachorus: Whoisitthatishidingbehindtheendlessblueskies? Itisyou.Itisyourmellifluousvoice. Whoisitthatiswalkingamongtheflowersinthespringrain? Itisyou.Itistherustleofyarments. Whoisitthathaslosttheribbononherhair,colorfusarainbowacrosstheskies? Itisyou.Itistheoryouusuallywear. Whoisitthatisstarilydowhliketheremnantlightofthesettingsun? 4 Itisyou.Itisyouralluriimentaleyes. Whoisitthatbrokethroughthebarrierofdarkcloudsandlikethemoonhastenstorendezvouswithmyriadsofstars? Itisyou.YouaretheonewhomImostwishwouldeinmydreams. Sosinging,thebeautiesfollowedKingDimitrioutofthegoldpace.Hegazedattherainbowacrosstheskiesaboveandthenlookeddownontheheavyyellowsoilbehhisfeet.InhishearthesilentlyrepeatedStephawordstohim.Herprophesy. Chapter7Dream-maker’sBakery Dimitriwokeupshiveringinthechillywind.Heopenedhiseyesandlookedaround.Everythingitchdark,sohekhenthathewasbackagaininthemundaneworldwherehewasahomelessblindmancursedbyfate.Hemutteredtohimself,“Whereismymajestigdom?Mymagnifitpace?Wherearemytlessbeautiesandthenewlystructedsolidgoldpace?Aretheyonlyfancifulcreationsofmydreams?No.No.Itshouldn’tbelikethat!Eveniftheyaredreams,theyarethefruitoftheborofmybraincells.No,theyotbeonlydreams.”Havingjustwakenedup,Dimitriwasagaihought.Herememberedoernoonwhenheandhisbeautieswerewhilingawaysometimebythesideoftheke.Thewarmsunandspringbreezemadehimdrowsyandhefelsleep.Hedreamedhesawaraggedvagabondwithawhitee,strugglingalonginadensefog,obviouslyablindman.No.Thatblindmanwashimselfbecauseherememberedhecouldonlydisfuzzylightandshadowyformsofpeople.Allofasuddenhemissedhisstepandfellintoswiftcurrentsofwater.Hecriedoutinfrightandwokeuptoseethebeautiessmilingathiminamusement.Oneofhisfeetwassoakedinthecrystalclearkewater!Atthetime,Dimitrireallydidn’tknowwherehewas.Hewastotallylost,fusedandbefuddled.WasitKingDimitriwhodreamedofapoorblindman,orwasittheblindvagabondwhodreamedofthehonorable,majestigDimitri?Realityanddreams–whichisreandwhichisfantasy?Perhapsbothwerereal,orbothwereunreal.Real,lifemayberal,situatedbetweendreamay.Orperhapsrealityisdreamsanddreamsarereality.Thetwoaresuperimposed,withnotraceofreality.Theidwaftedovermouth-wateringsmellofnewlybakedbr