ereisonlyoneconsciousnesspulldon'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，bodyofwaterontheripples，thenthewaterismoreandmoreshinysmallplumblossomfinallycameout.
ThenIfeelcreatedatransparentbubblearoundthebody，Ifoundthatthepressureofthestormandairsuddenlyseemedtodisappearevenbreathingbecomessmooth，ah...
Smallbubblesoftheplumflowerformasmallspace，cutofffromtheoutsideairflowandpressure，althoughtheshapeofthebubbleorbecausesomedeformation，butitisstillaverycomfortableenvironment，thebodyalsoisnotsocold，breathesmoothly.
Ifthisfunctionontheground，canbesaidtobenogood，althoughIdon'tknowwhetherthebubblecanwithstandweaponattacks，butcomparedwitholdblackmustbesentalot.
Butatthemoment，thebubblewasindeedsavedmylife，letmybodywasintheprotectivelayeriswarmingup，eyescanseeclearly，didn'tblowhairflyingeverywhere，ifitisnothaveshorthairwhenLiuJiaVillage，eveninthestormandhaircoveringthefaceandeyes.
Twoblackalsofeelmychange，turntome.
Heseecreatedatransparentbubblearoundme，justunderstand.
Eldersister，thisisyourdream?
Is，Ianswerwithasmile，isreallygood，thebubbleisreallygoodtosillysmile，hesaid，wearenowneedthis，ok，hopeitisnotapaper，justlookatyouwithdreams.
Sittight，twoblackuprightandarchedback，ofthestorminfrontofthehugeshadecohesiveforces，Ihastentograbhandle，andhandlethisseatisreallyprettystrong，saidtothesmallplumblossominmyheart，youareawildcreaturesmayIdrinkthebloodoftheoldniangissues，ifthebubblebroke，youdon'twanttoletmefeedyou，getbacktoyouafire.
Outsideofthebubbleviolentshaking，thengaveadazzlelight，surfaceappearmorecondensatesolid，butreducesalotof，almosttwofeetinfrontofme.
Grasp，twoblackBaoHousuddenlythrownforward，thestormisjustaroundthecorner，andthenwegotinvolvedinit，butthetwoblackinintothestormandthewings，thebodylikeanarrowPiercetheclouds.
Isubconsciouslycloseyoureyesandthinkofstormgreatpressureandairflowtospreadyourselfagain，butafterawhileasifnothinghappened，etc.Ihavealook.
Bubbleisclosetomyface，thebubblelikeadressinthewind，toblowwasalmostallwanttostickonme.
Butissuchalittlespace，letIcanstillbeprotectedinamongthem，theairflowandpressurenottome，eventhestormcloudmoistureinsidebutnottotouchme.
Myheartdarkpraise，smallplumcanalsoah.
Atthistimewehaverushedintothestorm，thedarkshadowsgettingcloser.
Agoodbigpeaksappearedintheclouds...
Wewouldliketothesuddenpeaksbluntpast，infrontofaboulder，sowekilledhere?
Thekingofflowersatthemoment，twoblackHuangLongjidrawnfromtheback，forinfrontof(thisiscrashedintothemountain?)
Dong，infrontofstoneswashepickedfly，rolltothebelow，andwerushedintothemountaininachannel，huathetwoblackwingsbuffer，buthasnotestablished，sowebrokeintoaballrolledout，Iwasdumpedoutheavybumponthewall，backseemstobebroken...
Butfellontheground!
Atthemomentthemindthinkofis，floatinginthecloudsofstorminsidethemountain!
Right!
Forceofeightofthemountainsandriversofgiantsaysistheworldofheavenandearth，inthemountainIthoughtjustsaypowerelements，alsoreallyhavesuchaplace!
Icoughup，littleplumblossominlandingabraketookback，letmeknockintothewall，thefullforceofthebodythatistosayitdoesn'timpactagainsthardobjects.
Isawtwoblackontheground，winghangonthebackseatwassmashed.
Havetoliftmyarm，Iusethetopoftheheadfromthewalls，withthebackrubbingonthewall，andalittlebitoftrytostandup.
Howdidheknowthatbehindtheboulderisthischannel，HuangLongjifarinfront，Icalledhimafewtimesdidnotrespond，Ihavealittleworrysuddenlystoodupagainstthewall.
Injurytohisrightankle，Icalledhimandlimpedawayinthepast，suddenlycamethevoiceoftwoblackconsciousness.
Eldersisteryoudon'tmove，don'tyoucomeoverthepeopleinfront，Iledthemout.
Thetwoblackwaspacked，andwhy?
Myday...
Isawhitehugeworm，itisthenightImetinthedeadintheforestandtwoblackkingthatranah，myinthemindoftwoblackshouted.
Buthedidnotrespondtome，whereisjustlyingdead.
Whathe'sdoing，nowsheputthebusyIstandup，thespeedoftheworm，it'sinthecavealmosthalfofthebody，itsmouthonthetwoblackmovedhere，althoughIdon'tknowwhathemeant，butnowhavenoroomforthought(thishugewormisadreamofthecityofresinfightingbeast，otherwisehowcouldhelpcattlepenis，butalsointhiscave)seemedtoverifymyjudgment.
Reallygooutofthebackofthehugewormaperson，hewasveryshort，wearingayellowrobe，awoodenrodinhand，likehedidn'tseeme，straighttotwoblack.
Islittleplumblossom，whenitcomeout，Ididn'tcallit，itmakemestealthnow?
Igentlyleanagainstthewall，thegroundisSLATEwithoutsound，twoblackormotionless，themanwitharodofwoodHuangLongjidialuptheground，maynotenoughstrengthHuangLongjionlyaslightnoise.
AtthistimeifIflyknifeinthepast，thisdistancecankillthedwarves，butthathugewormsoclose，twoblackstilllyingthere，Iranbackstilldragisnotmoved?
No，Icanonthewallnearthetwoblacklittlebylittle，firsttakealookatwhathewants，ifheisreadytoambushthehugeworms，Iwillcooperatewithhimtothelittlerunttowintogether.
SuddenlyIfoundthatthelittleruntofwoodhasathinline，ifnotlightflashingnotfound，andthisfinelineattachedtothetopofthewood，ontheothersidewasintheking'stwoblackhead，andthestatusofthetwoblackatthemoment，asifcontrolledbyhimthefilaments.
Isuddenlyhavesomeworry，youheadhaveathreadyouknow?
Eldersister，won'tletmemoveallthisfineline，butyoudon'tworryaboutoldblacksaiditcut，Inowwaittogetridofthebug，waityouandItogethertogetridofthedwarves.
Atthistimethebigwormandlittleruntmanhasbeenclosetous，thewormswithmouthpartsexplorestheinair，themanalsofollowtothatboylooksaroundacircle，Ihurriedlystillonthewall.
Thislittleguy，adozenstrandsoftangles，theyellowrobe，dirtydragontheground，alsoisfullofwrinklesontheface，thenosehastwolongwhitenosehair，longhungoutsidehanginginhismouth，nottomentionmoredisgusted.
Istherootofwoodwithhishandabovethegreenlight，withawart，thewhitesilkisfromthetreeinthetumor.
Themanintheplacewherewehavefourorfivezhangsfarawaystopped，hepulledthewoodenrodonsilk，Iheardtwoblacklightsnortedashewashurtinthisway.
Myhandsdaggeratight，wantstogiveitthesilkthreadcutting，don'tmove，twoblackknowhowIfeelinthemindtostopmyaction.
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