pregnant with the president's cub

This good word is so calm and credible, and it fell into her ears simply and cleanly.

In the dream, Persephone shed all the strength of the outer skin like a shedding bird. She hugged his neck with both hands, and the fabric on his shoulders would be torn off by her ferocious claws.

But Hades in the nightmare didn't care about her reckless movements. His fingers caressed her back slowly, as gently as if he controlled the subtle movements of every hand bone and joint. His movements are as warm as velvet.

In the dream, he could actually feel the warmth. With Persephone's ear pressed against his chest, he could also clearly hear his heartbeat, rushing like a deer.

A heartbeat more tense than hers.

Persephone felt that the dream had restored Hades's appearance too much. Outside the dream, he was always warm when he touched her, and his heart often beat very hard, just like the poisoned Sichun boy.

The nightmare has a familiar person, but it is not so scary, even if this familiar person is as scary as the nightmare in reality.

Persephone tried to raise her head, glanced around from the corner of her eye, all the ghosts in the thick darkness were like solidified sculptures standing in place, tall and twisted, surrounded them in a dark and treacherous way,

She gasped, the nightmare was still there, and buried her face back.

Hades could only feel a fluffy mass of soul sticking to his shoulder, as fresh as the young leaves on the tip of the buds. She was no longer stiffly guarded, but rubbed against him with the most fragile leaves.

All his ruthless and cold edges and corners retracted, worried about scratching her soul, and looked around at the dream gods who followed, and dragged out the only god who could barely create a dream scene from a pile of nightmares, and asked him to create A way back to Hades.

There was a crackling sound in the dream, and the dark curtain crackled from the top of the head to the bottom of the feet, and the terrifying nightmare gods with their fangs and claws were driven away by the powerful death power.

There is only a skinny dream left, emitting a dying white light, illuminating this beautiful dreamland that has not been seen for a long time.

Persephone was still in Hades' arms. The long nightmare was like a mountain top, and it was like a winding and endless path. She just wanted to wake up quickly.

Suddenly, the hair was pressed by a dry and thick palm, and his voice sounded again, "Okay."

As soon as the words were finished, a vertical light fell on them. Persephone half-opened his eyes and saw that the darkness that had been all over him just now had disappeared, replaced by hazy white light.

Only then did she slowly turn her head, and saw the faint light, like flying dandelions, spreading along the broken black land.

Countless stone bricks floated up from the void, building up row upon row of houses, complicated narrow alleys, and a brand new city with only black, white and gray appeared in front of them like a jigsaw puzzle.

And they were standing on one of the jigsaw puzzles. The skinny Dream God ran on the gray-white street with slender legs. Countless figures also walked out of the house, and the surroundings began to become lively.

Hades also let go of her soul, every movement was very gentle, she was not wrapped in a body and was more fragile, although vitality can use death to nourish itself, but more often the defenseless vitality will only be destroyed by death.

The ancient and dead god lowered his hands to collect all the dark mist, fearing that her spirit would be directly soaked in his death power.

Persephone was a little surprised to see Hades grabbing the black mist in the air, and the thick mist turned into a long snake, rolled in his white and powerful hands, and was received into the ring.

The black mist was quickly wiped away, and the black robe on his body disappeared, revealing the simple inner robe inside, and then he clasped her fingers and walked back.

Dream God is leading the way along this road.

Persefine felt that this dream had surpassed all her understanding of dreams. Everything in this world was hazy and gray, and even her hands were covered with an illusory light.

Only Hades was terribly three-dimensional, the creases of his walking clothes, the intricate river patterns on his signet ring, and the temperature of his fingers and the shape of his nails all unreal.

She couldn't help but move the hand held by him, with little strength, but when he found out, he immediately clasped it tightly, as if she was afraid that she would run away.

Hades' voice was a little colder, "Leave me, and the nightmare will wrap around your feet again."

This threat was full of weight. Persephone reflexively shook his hand even harder, only to find that his arm stiffened a bit. Could it be that he was using too much force?

Strange dreams are changing, the puzzle is getting more and more complicated, and there are clean drains on the way they walked.

Some ghostly figures came out of the house, there were men, women, and old people, they were vague but not scary, some were bartering, some were making clay pots and cleaning clay.

As soon as the craftsman opened the double door panels, Oneiroi stretched out his withered claws and built an iron furnace, which ignited with a breath, and a cluster of bright bustle appeared in the gray dream.

Only then did Persephone notice the shriveled white shadow by the fire. It looked like a painter. Wherever it went, window panels appeared, and small attics and turrets grew out. It ran out of the door and pulled out a courtyard. Small altar.

Persephone felt that he was watching a fantasy movie, and that shriveled white figure was the magical hand of post-production, which created non-existent buildings and non-existent scenes.

The dream turned safe, and she became active freely, and she didn't have the kind of harshness towards Hades in the dream. When she saw some lively scenes, she chatted with the tour guide beside her: "What are they doing? "

Hades glanced disinterestedly and said, "Bullfighting."

They had crossed the street and entered the amphitheatre.The Oneiroi turned around and countless crowds rushed in. The hunter leaped over the bull's head and neatly performed various difficult movements on the bull's back, attracting excited cheers from various spectators whose faces were unclear.

Hades walked forward steadily. The scene along the way was created by Oneiroi, leading directly to where her body was. The end of the dream was the chair where she was sleeping.

And the dream god who belongs to the underworld can only transform the grand scene of the place where the underworld was established.

At that time, there were not many undead in Hades, and there was no need to castrate their emotions. All undead retained the memories and habits of their lifetime.They need shelter, rest, and entertainment, and they will take the initiative to do things in life, except that they cannot eat, which is very similar to that in life.

So countless houses and streets, public squares, arenas and arenas, and even theaters were built.

Except for the lack of sunlight, Hades is no different from the cities of the earth.

Rather than saying it is a dream, it is better that Oneiroi faithfully painted a picture of the beginning of the establishment of the underground city.

Persephone stared at the white figure in front of him, and saw that he seemed to be placing various lamps, including steatite clay, plaster and bronze.This dream is too dark, it is trying to light up some light.

I didn't expect her mind to be so imaginative and her dreams to be so unconstrained.

When passing by the side of the white shadow who was struggling to blow on the oil lamp but couldn't turn it on, Persephone didn't think much, and blew on a copper lamp sideways.

Pfft, a cluster of flames emerged from the lamp.

Oneiroi turned his head to look at Persephone in surprise, the way it tilted its head was a bit funny.

Oneiroi needs to rely on someone's dream to exist, just like Hermes uses the power of Oneiroi to rely on Persephone's dream to exist.And what it entrusted with thousands of Nightmare God Brothers was Hades' dream, and it was able to chase up and devour Persephone's dream.

So Persephone is in Hades' dream now, and she can actually interfere with Hades' dream?

The Oneiroi was worried that Hades would be angry, so he glanced at him carefully, but found that the god in the dream didn't show any displeasure at being offended.The god just gazed at the girl's side face with gentle eyes, and whenever she blew up a lamp, he helped to light it.

It's as if she blows it up.

Persephone actually felt that this dry shadow was a bit cute. Dreams are often chaotic and fragmented, so clear and continuous is rare.

She tried to blow on a few lamps again, and the lights came out one after another. This game is simply magical.

It was rare for Persephone to relax and laugh. Anyway, in her dream, she didn't care if she would tease Hades Wolf when she laughed. She even looked up at Hades next to her.

Seeing that he was still staring at her calmly, without the mania in reality, he felt relieved.

The fire light illuminated the whole dreamland, and the bustling figures along the way gradually showed clear facial features. Persephone was led by Hades to pass by these people, and she turned out to be like a pair of ordinary men and women shopping.

This thought made her twitch the corners of her lips. Even in a dream, she couldn't date a god who imprisoned her, even though he had long legs and a good face, and her family background was amazing and her wealth was astonishing...

Persephone silently spurned her inferiority of human nature of being motivated by money and seeing color, and then thought that Hades in her dream was so clear. Could it be that she actually coveted him in reality without knowing it, and the real reaction in the dream? come out?

At this moment, Stockholm Syndrome, the involvement of a third party will end sooner or later (Hades has Bai Yueguang's sweetheart), she is such a person, and so on.

Persephone hastily put an end to these unrealistic thoughts, feeling that life is really tiring, why bother with so many dreams?

"What more do you want than to light a lamp?"

The man beside him suddenly asked, this sentence seemed to be spoken after a while, lacking a sense of casual relaxation.

Persephone was stunned for a moment, but she didn't find it abrupt. Anything could happen in the dream, and Hades' problem was not unusual.

what do you want?

This problem is actually a big one. She wanted to go home, and when she woke up, she traveled back and dragged her suitcase and appeared at the door of the house.

This problem is also very small, she wants the bed to be less difficult to sleep on, the quilt to be thicker, the hair to be washed better, Chinese food to be eaten, or...

"I want to bask in the sun." Persephone replied as if talking to herself in a dream.

In the humid and cold underworld, day and night can only be distinguished purely by the biological clock. She is like a southern plum that is about to shrivel up without sunlight, similar to those ghosts.

These words seemed to touch the scales. Hades, who was holding her, paused and stopped. After staring at her with no expression for a while, he suddenly waved his hand forcefully without warning, and all the lights went out. .

The figures are darkened, the noise is far away, and even the craftsman's fire is reduced to ashes.

This was his original dream, without any light or creativity, just a box of past memories, and only when she opened it did some different colors appear.

But the light of the pottery lamp can't satisfy her, the plant god, what she still wants is to return to the earth.

After Hades crushed all the light, he dragged her forward and walked forward quickly. There was a crack in the ground behind them, and the mouth of the abyss was in front of them, and she was destined to follow him into the abyss without light.

Persephone didn't expect that Hades in the dream was also a guy who turned his face when he said it, so what did she say wrong?When she got angry, she grabbed his belt and said, "Stop."

When a woman touches a man's belt, it's like inviting him to bed.

Hades stopped, and the extremely restrained emotions in his body surged up again, especially when she returned to the state of ecstasy, a soft and clean mass, and the desire to devour her only increased.

He let go of her fingers, but slowly stroked her arm, and was about to roll her into his arms, when he saw her angry eyes as bright as a fire, and his disgust was even more obvious It's hard to escape.

Her emotions were also attached to his heart, and he could feel her displeasure.

Hades' fingers loosened at once, and he even took two steps back uncontrollably, his brows were tightly frowned, and the familiar melancholy reappeared on his face.

Persephone felt that Hades in the dream was like a needle in the sea, she didn't say anything, but the man in front of her actually lowered her head and looked hurt.

Although the expression is invisible, his beautiful shoulders are all slumped, like a dragon bowing its noble head, retracting its terrifying giant claws, revealing a fragile white belly with a look of lovelessness.

This dream is really absurd, dreaming Hades almost like a little daughter-in-law.

Persephone hooked his belt, moved her finger and finally retracted it, "Go slowly, I can't catch up."

Her mood returned to normal, and Hades straightened his back. He took her hand and walked forward with renewed vigor, and his steps slowed down.

Persephone felt that this guy was too obedient, she looked at his muscular back, and suddenly said: "It's a bit dark, Hades."

Hades didn't stop, but on the road ahead of them, all the pottery lamps placed on windowsills, roadside pottery lamps, and the torches just made by Oneiroi were all lit.

Persephone sighed again, "It's all dusty, it's not a nightmare."

As soon as the words fell, the clothes on all the figures returned to various colors, and even the gold on the horns gave off an expensive luster.

This is a dream wishing machine, Persephone looked up at the dark sky, and said casually: "If there are no stars, it would be nice to have a Kongming lantern."

Hades was silent for a moment before repeating softly: "...Lamp?"

Persephone didn't expect to encounter translation problems. The word Kong Ming is in Chinese. She didn't want to have a good dream and had to do translation, so she ignored Kong Ming and explained directly: "It's made of thin paper and bamboo sticks. The oval headlight, with turpentine in the opening at the bottom, can be lit to fly into the sky and make a wish.”

Hades pondered for a while, and then asked Oneiroi to create it, but Oneiroi shook his head desperately, it doesn't know this thing.

that star...

Oneiroi had no choice but to sway a handful of stars, emitting a pale light, not beautiful at all.

Persephone saw white spots appearing in the dark sky, and said that the stars were a little bit too much, but she hadn't been so happy for a long time, and in reality, she let go of all kinds of stressful things.

Hades sensed her relaxed mood and suddenly asked softly, "Want to see animals?"

What animal, the cow just now?Just as Persephone thought about it, she saw a group of fish with green fluorescent lights swimming past her, flying transparently and nimbly across the sky.

Giant jellyfish bloomed supplely overhead, and a herd of deer jumped from the jellyfish.

Countless birds were flying like suspended kites, flapping their translucent wings, and occasionally landed on the antlers, and even one landed on her shoulder.

Persephone foolishly stretched out her hand to touch, but found air.

Hades stretched out his pale hand and waved the bird away, rubbing his fingertips against her shoulder, as if worried that there might be marks of bird claws on it.

Persephone felt that his action was too nervous, but she didn't avoid it. Her eyes passed through this spectacular scene and returned to Hades. He was so real.

Whether it's the curly black hair, the protruding Adam's apple on the clean neck that represents a man, or the glimmer of the dream on the froze eyelashes when he lowered his head and looked down.

If this was a dream, then she remembered him all too well.

Persephone took a step forward tentatively. The smell on his body was the familiar scent of spices, long and strong, with a heat that eroded everything, and it didn't match his own smell at all.

Hades noticed something, but didn't back away. Her hand was on his arm, and the hard muscle lines burned her fingers with a clear temperature.

Persephone pushed forward and asked seriously: "Did you make this?"

She even suspected that what she fell into was not a dream, but his trap.

Hades's eyes sharpened, but he still gave the answer flatly: "This is the dead soul of an animal. When the air in Hades is good, they will come out to wander."

It's a pity that the air in the underworld has been completely polluted, and dead souls have piled up like a mountain. It is no longer an environment where animal dead spirits can appear. They can only be seen in dreams.

Persephone took another step forward, and could feel the beating of his heart in his chest. His body obviously tensed up, and his reaction was frighteningly real.

It didn't look like her dream at all, she was such a rough person, she never paid attention to the pattern on Hades' ring, how to tie his shoelaces, and the shape of his belt.

In the dream, everything was as clear as if a real person had arrived.

Persephone also felt that it might really be a dream, if the subconscious mind of the dream could remember his appearance.She boldly reached out to touch him again, still not sure where she was.

She had no idea that she was touching a beast covered in a restrained skin that had been eroded by pleasure, the feeling of souls touching each other.

Deeper and more sensitive than reality.

Hades couldn't control his movements, his hands were still holding her waist, and his movements were even a little rough, just about to integrate her into his body.

She didn't struggle at all, but lay down on his chest meekly.

Hades' throat tightened, his back stiffened, his breathing became hot and deep, and she didn't resist?The restless state was a little more confused, he endured it silently, but he still didn't wait for her resistance.

Is it the luck brought by the god of luck falling from Olympus to his feet?He wanted to touch her, but he pressed his fingers several times and then released them, worried that she would back away if he was too impatient.

Being so close to him, Persephone still felt that he was very similar to reality, but seeing ghosts of animals flying in the sky was like looking at the beautiful scenery in a magical world.

In the school of fish, a whale with colorful waves of light swam to them from the deepest sky, passing through the pale stars.

The dream was so beautiful that it made her tremble, how could she feel that she was not in a dream.

Persephone quietly leaned against him to watch the whales fall and the birds flew. Although it was strange to stand with Hades and experience a sweet dream, but apart from the rough sense of invasion brought by Cupid's arrow, he might not really care about her. More like a protector, after all, he saved her life.

So dreaming about him is not out of the ordinary.

Persephone looked at it for a while before sighing softly: "What a beautiful dream."

The god holding her was silent for a while, and then whispered: "...Yes, a beautiful dream."

Persephone: "But you have to wake up quickly, otherwise Hades will probably be furious when he comes back from the game."

He hugged the well-behaved her even harder, and said as promised: "I won't be angry."

Persephone shook her head, "You don't know him well. That guy's mind is smaller than the tip of a needle. If I fall asleep and don't watch his game, I'll probably hold grudges."

The man holding her: "..."

Persephone sighed again: "But he is so good, he must be No.1."

The god who didn't complete the race to book the last throne: "...", please keep in mind:,.

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