Book2:KigdomIteDreams
书迷正在阅读：被c的yin水直流的她 , 鱼钩上的尸体 , 快穿之我真的不记仇 , 江湖牵梦（又名：沈四小姐的硬核江湖生存攻略） , 【双性攻】行星夜泳 , 眼盲美人被疯批们强占 , 不要随便欺负老实人 , 血之沙漏 卷一 仍是孤独 , 好色的勇者大人来拯救世界 , 我的世界之逐龙少年 , 大催眠师 , 分离
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