第八十三章 (第3/5页)

ak，grabbedhishair，putonyourwristwithactionstelltwoblackifyouputtheoldniangtojilt，pluckingyourcurly.

    Myconsciousnessinthelossofslowly，asiftheheadandfeethaveexchangedposition，ifyougoonaroundthisplacesoincarnation.

    Ifeelthehandgriphandle，fingeralreadyescapedstrength，wristkepttrembling，whatareyougoingtodohurryIwillinsistonnottolive，thedamnowinditisnotagainstus

    Eldersisteryouhangon，twoblackinmyheadandsaid，hisvoicesoundsstillsober.

    Ifeelatightontheirbacks，turnedouttobewithahandonmyback，Iwastotallyinhisbroadback，holdhisshoutavoiceinmymind.

    Istrongplayspirit，hookedpedalfeet，elbowsthroughhandhookontopandkeptshakingfingersandwristhasnostrength，humidityinthecloudandmisthasputthetwoblackfeathersalreadywet.

    Oldblack，Iheardhimshouted.

    Wingsbeginagainatthistime，thebodyasfiercelydrivenbyarope，Ican‘tfeeltheoutsidesituation，justhookedhandarmnow，faceandbodytightlystickonhisback.

    IthinkthenextmomentIwouldbeleftbottomgoto，justasIdon‘tfeelarm，thinbodytheairasifdisappeared，butIcan‘topenmyeyes，mymindthereisonlyoneconsciousnesspulldon‘tfalloff.

    Ireallyfeeltwoblackbodyisnotinthestorm，he‘sflyingabodyisverysecure.

    Idon‘twanttoopenyoureyes，seehimanywaywhatyoudo.

    Idon‘tknowhowlong，asiftoreturntothelittlestrength.

    Iopenmyeyeshewasonhisback，alookforwardaheartsankdown，orinfrontofthehugestormclouds，raisedhisheadabovethestormhasbeencan‘tsee，yourkingandtwoblackisthecenterofthestorm，thethickcloudsconstantlyrotatingstorm，onlyseeataglanceIdizzy.

    Howlonghavewefly，Iaskedinmyconsciousness.

    Eldersister，youwakeup.

    Twoblackhappilysay，weflewforalmosthalfanhour.

    Idarenotlookedupagain，wecanflyoutIaskhim

    Thestormcloudsareverythick，weinthestorm，don‘tknowhowhighisthestorm，ifthisisaspacechannelweobviouslyinthewrongway.

    Ihatetotoothitch，thewindImustfindtheaccount.

    Weasifinanightmare，IflyallthewaydownandIdon‘tknowhowlong，becausefromthetopdown，soIdonotknowhowhighwillfalldown.

    Isuddenlythoughtatthismoment，thisisconnectedtozhouyuaniswhereit‘sunderground，ifisthesky，thatisitisfloatingintheair，thepulseWellsisatthebottomofit，sotheundergroundisthesky.

    Buttheskyhowcanhavesuchabigstormcloud

    Thereissomethingintheclouds，Iheardtwoblacksound，soundisnotinmymind.

    Here，Ialsoopenedhiseyes，thestormcloudsloomingthereissomethinginside，withacneasifisamountain，oracity，Ilookeddownbeloworyoucan‘tseetheendlessstormcenter.

    Eldersister，howareyou，weneedtogotosee，can‘tsohadbeeninthestormsoflydown，mustgotohavealook，maybethereistheplacewherewearegoingto.

    Iknowhe‘sright，otherwise，hecan‘tholdontohisflytired，wearegoingtobestormrollsinthatreallynarrowescape.

    LookingattherapidlyrotatingstormIsuddenlyremembered......

    SmallplumfloweryougiveIdieout，thatIhavenotrememberedthatmydresswithdreams，twoblackattacheddreamintoJuChicarryingweflysolong，andmydreamsarehiddeninmyarmour，becausecan‘tseeitsoIhaveforgottenit...

    Don‘tevenknowwhatitis!

    Iammoved，bodyofwateront