第三十七章 (第3/5页)

ofakiddoyellingatthesametime，theoutsidehasbeenhandinhand.

    Wehavebeentrappedinthefemaleofthepoisonousfog，thekiteandoldmamasaythatwhatarrayishowtoreturnaresponsibility

    Feetsuddenlyjolted，thoughinadreamspace，butfeellikeanearthquake，howtheoutside

    Mom，youareeldersister

    Noresponse...

    Notthatthiscannotcontinue，thecharacteristicsofthenightmareappearstohavecaughtme，everytimeIquitistheuseoftheotherperson‘seyestologoff，thistimeisinbroaddaylight，sodirectlytoblockalllight，nolightthatalsoreflectswhat!

    Now，Iwanttolight，suddenlyIlookedup，thelastonthethirdfloor，Icanseethislayerbelowthetreeis，atthetimesawlittlesevensatonabranchinplay，sinceaboutpeony，saidYanJinErtaughtallofherskills，IknewwithoutadreamlandYanJinErisagreatgod，tothecore，however，Ineedherhelpnow.

    YanJinEr...

    YanJinErIneedyourhelp，mymindsuddenlyalightflashed，sincewindbowsmadeoftreeofdreams，anddrawsoutthedreamofspace，sothatmeansthatitmusthavethematerialcanbethroughthechannel，thedreamspaceoneachfloorspaceinadditiontotheroottheremustbeotherimportandexportofthemirror.

    YanJinEr!

    BeforethatIthoughthadthedreamofspaceandwindbows，oneselfisthegreatman，itseems，atleastIwasaweakslaginthenightmare，protectthefamily.

    Yes!!!!!!

    Sincethewindbowandwindarrow，canfollowmeinandoutofthedreamofspace，andcanshootfromdreamspaceoutside，isthatit‘sarrowstowearoutthreelayersofspace

    Toolatetoconsidersomuch，mypositionfromthebackoftheroyalairforce，pullthebowstring，windarrowonatthistimewasthesoulofairparceldon‘tseeisthearrow，islikeawhitefluorescentlamptube.

    Thewindbreakkillniangcoax，YanJinEryouseethearrowdowntohelp!

    Aftermyelbowbackagaintothelimit，bang!

    Windarrowshotonthebowstring，butthendisappeared，thenonthesecondfloor，onthetopofthesoulairsuddenlysurgeupthen...

    Haslongbeenthedreamofspaceislikeanofficebuilding，frommeintothefirstlayertohigherutilizationrateofthesecondlayer，andthentoaccidentallybrokeintothethirdlayer，thespacebesidesendlesssoulanddreamsdon‘thaveotherelementsandstructuretree.

    Now，however，appearedonthetopofthesecondfloorofahugetornado!

    Inmyimpressiononthesecondflooroftheroofshouldbelikeasoillesscultivationtechnologyofmaterial，sincethetreecangrowfromthreelayersunderthetree，seehereonthesecondfloor.

    Butatthemomentofatornadolookshundredsofmetersofaltitude，hasbecomeofthewhitespiritgasatthemoment-colored，thecondensingpowerlookcreepy!

    IfIwasintrouble，Itookthewindbowsjuststoodthere，atornadoisthesoulofgasslowlyrotating，IfeltlikeIwasdraggedtotheeyeofthestorm，whenthedreamsunderthetree，adreamsuddenlyalightyellowlight，themorelightisaboutto，Idon‘tknowwhatitrepresents，butnowthesituationintothedreamfruitmaybewise.

    I‘mtryingtomovetodreamtree，stepslikebeingheld，clothesblowngrins，anxietyanddepressedin