Book1:TeDream-Maker (第676/711页)

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    Notlongafternoon-timethatday，abeautifulyoungwomaninbloodredleotard，brightyellowblouseandptformsdalsarrivedatthehelicopterairbase，carryingaworn-outsuitcaseofdotsshewasbringingbacktotheKingdomtopleteKingDimitri’sfiles．ItwasMegginn,wholookedwithwonderandaweofacity-bredpersonatthemilesuponmilesofmountainrahatsurroundedawideexpanseofcrystalcleargoon．Thepedtheshoreandasmokymistcoveredthedeep,coolwaters．Shegazedwithwohetwinpeaks,betweenwhichstretchedasuspensie,likeacolorfulrainbowlyingacrosstheskyafterrain．TheferociousbattledidohaveleftanytratheKingdom．Timehadwipedoutallfootprints,i