第八十二章 (第6/6页)

wintheairisverycomfortable，Idon‘tknowhowtofeelveryhappyatthemoment.

    Twoblackbodydrewahalfarcinthesky，longcurlyhairflyinginthesky，Ilookedattheground，seethewindfarweleftbehind，heswingshisarmsranquickly，butinmyeyes，andthespeedofasnailisalmostless，Iheartatthistimeforhimtohavealookatourspeed，sothelefthandintotheseatofthehand，righthandtookthetwoblackexclaimed，showittohim.

    Twoblack，ofcourse，knowwhatImean，thewaistabowwingsofafan，headuprighttoflyuphigh，atthefootoftheairflowaviolentblowontheface，thisboyishowtocontrolthebody，iswiththeaidofpulseairflowofborehole，nowalmostatthespeedofacme.

    Earsarewind，bodysuddenlytherecamealoudroarlong，asifisnotfarfromunderourfeet，Ilookdown，twoblackalsoheardsomewingslookdown.

    Isawapairofhugewingsinourbody，likeagianteagle.

    HitthestatueisWuQiao，heisnot

    Twoblackbodypoisedintheair，facedownunderthewingscandrivingtheairflyingintheair.

    Suddenlyhelaughedloudly，turnedandsaidtome.

    Eldersisterisnothewanttocome，hehasnottonametwoplacesatoncewithadream，sothatdreamsdonotlistentohim，accordingtotheinductionfollowedtheoldblacktogether.

    WuQiaohadthenandweflewtothesameheight，Iborrowthelightofthewall，seeWuQiaothathasnocolorintheface，hiseyesclosedtightly，thefrontalkeptlyingsweat，mouthandasmokeasmoke，feelinghaslostsoul，maybehewasafraidofhigh...

    Iamalittleindistresssituation，hehastobenottospeaklikethat，Ilaughwhilesignfortwoblackwithhis，slowdown.

    Underthestrongupdraft，twoblackhasfoldedthewings，letthebodytofalltoopenlimbs，WuQiaoonourheads，hisdreamandwealsoputthewingsattached，maybeoldblack(twoblackwithdreamsrealname)controloftheforceonthebridgewithadream.

    Vaguelyseethewindinthefollowing，twoblackgavemeahintintheconsciousness，Ihastentoholdthehandle，twoblacktoheadonyourbody，thebodyonthesuddenaccelerationswoopingdown，airblowingofhaveIhardlykeepmyeyesopen.

    Thevoiceofthewindcomingfrombelow，stillsoclear，maywegointothegeneralpulsewell，Ididn‘tseeatthismoment，beneaththehugewellheadhasbeenempty，originallyabovethenetallgone，atthistime，thevastexpanseofwhitenessofarteriesandveinswellbelowcan‘tseeanything，butthewindhasbeenstandingontheedgeofthewellthereisatrianglekiteinhisback.

    Seehisbodyback，taketheleadtounderground，quicklyintothefog.

    Twoblackdidn‘tslowdown，thespeedoftheswishofthewelltopassinfrontofmyeyes，wealsothenenteredWellsofarteriesandveins，thenWuQiaobodyfollowedcamein，don‘tknowifhewakeupwithoutconsciousness.

    Falldiscoveredinthesightofapieceofwhite，thecloudswererapidpulseairflowstirwellinfrontoftherotation，allaroundwasahugestormclouds，mistunderfootcan‘tseethemarginal，likeawhiteabyss.