第三十七章 (8 / 11)
        Tootetosidersomuch，mypositionfrthebackoftheroyalairforce，pulltheb，windarrowonatthistimewasthesoulofairparceldon'tseeisthearrow，islikeawhitefluorestmptube.

        Thewindbreakkillniangcoax，YanJinEryouseethearrowdowntohelp!

        Aftermyelbowbackagaintothelimit，bang!

        Windarrowshotontheb，butthendisappeared，thenonthesedfloor，oopofthesoulairsuddenlysurgeupthen...

        Haslohedreamofspaceislikeanofficebuilding，frmeintothefirstyertohigherutilizationrateofthesedyer，andthentoactallybrokeintothethirdyer，thespacebesidesendlesssoulanddreamsdon'thaveotherelementsandstructuretree.

        Now，however，appearedoopofthesedfloorofahugetornado!

        Inmyimpressiononthesedflooroftheroofshouldbelikeasoillesscultivationteologyofmaterial，sihetreegrowfrthreeyersuhetree，seehereonthesedfloor.

        Butatthementofatornadolookshundredsofmetersofaltitude，hasbeceofthewhitespiritgasatthement-colored，thedensingpowerlookcreepy!

        IfIwasintrouble，Itookthewindbowsjuststoodthere，atornadoisthesoulofgasslowlyrotating，IfeltlikeIwasdraggedtotheeyeofthestorm，whenthedreamsuhetree，adreamsuddenlyalightyellowlight，themorelightisaboutto，Idon'tknowwhatitrepresents，butnowthesituationintothedreamfruitmaybewise.

        I'mtryingtomovetodreamtree，stepslikebeingheld，clothesblowngrins，ayanddepressedinmyheart，thisisalsoanightmare?

        OrwhatdidIdostupidthings，whetherthewindbowruinthedreamspace，whatI'vedone...

        Myeyethustornupwithheavysteps，finallycametoadreamuhetree，thefruitwasalreadybright，likeacarheadmpsIholdasteadytheirbranches，withawaveofwindbows，thefruitwasbeatenbythewindmeshbowdown.

        Fruitbythesuofthestormasitndedaway，Ifottothink，fieredengtrunk，sciousnessatthebackoftheroyalair，desdedonfruit.

        Thiswaytothetreewhentheskylight，inthedireofthestormlikearrowsshotout.

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