第三十七章 (第4/5页)

myheart，thisisalsoanightmare

    OrwhatdidIdostupidthings，whetherthewindbowruinthedreamspace，whatI‘vedone...

    Myeyecanthustornupwithheavysteps，finallycametoadreamunderthetree，thefruitwasalreadybright，likeacarheadlampsIholdasteadytheirbranches，withawaveofwindbows，thefruitwasbeatenbythewindmeshbowdown.

    Fruitbythesuctionofthestormasitlandedaway，Iforgottothink，fierceonedengtrunk，consciousnessatthebackoftheroyalair，descendedonfruit.

    Thiswaytothetreewhentheskylight，inthedirectionofthestormlikearrowsshotout.

    Thestormcenterclosetotheheadthehalo，alsowithaheadachelikesymptomsinpatientswithhypertension.

    I‘mabitdown.

    Headlikehittingthesidewall，thebodyhasbeenstopped.

    Thereareyellowsoulgasaroundthebody，whatyoudidnotenterintothedream，isstillinthedream，inthespaceofthetornadodestroyeddaystillinfrontofthedestroyedlandinrevolvingslowly!

    Whatisthis

    Childe，yourarrowsformedthisstorm，ifyoucan‘tstopitassoonaspossible，you‘rehere，thesoulofthegaswillbeabsorbedbystormall，eventuallyitwilldestroyyouallhere.

    ThevoiceofYanJinEr!

    Ican‘thelpyou，becauseIdon‘thaveadream，youmadeinthestorm，youwill，andthroughthispowerfulstormpassedtomehere，butthepriceisalittlebig.

    I:YanJinErIneedyourhelp，please.

    Thestormwasmadebyyourarrows，anditisalsoyourweapons，butitabsorbtoomuchsoul，I‘mafraidyouherewillcomplementthesoulassoonaspossible，otherwiseyourmindspace，oh，isyourdreamspacewillnotbeabletosupportfortoolong.

    Me:ismyweapon

    Thisistheseedofthelandoftheloy，itisthelasttimewemet，Icanstayinyourbody，yourstormbroughtthistimeyouwill，Iwillactivatetheseedsinadvance，itandyoucanwindmeshbowoutofthedreamspace，butwithyourmindpowercansupportwillnotlong.

    Indreamspace，havethesoulspiritsupportitcannotrestrictedbytime，youcantakeitfromsomeoneelse‘sdream，butleavethedreamspace，canonlyrelyonyoursenseofpower，mymindisaffectedbythestormsoftheyoucan‘tsaywithyoumore，Iwishyouaspeedygetstronger，fulfilltheirmission.

    YanJinErfinishedthese，youdidn‘t.

    HowdoIuseit

    Methisspaceandtheobviouslymuchsmallercousin，gasspaceinsidetheyellowsouliswhatIseeinthethirdlayerofthatkindofyellowsoul，untilnowIstilldon‘tquiteunderstandwhatrolethesoulgas，fromwhichcomeof.

    Butletmegotosomeoneelse‘sdreamlikerememberplantingtrees，mindfulnessandgoodwillinadreamspacegeneratedgas.

    Butoneselfgogettreeseed

    YanJinErsaysthestormwillabsorblightthesoul，andeventuallydestroyhere，itwouldonlygetitout，lookingattheendoftheworld‘ssight，letmegogetatornado，theideawillnottooserious，butYanJinErsaidthestormwascausedbymyarrows，andthereismywill，soitwillnotlistentome

    Ilearnedtomycousinlookslikehunkereddown，IrememberatthetimeofYangplasticcity，hewasthoughtsuggestingtheconsciousnessoftheirbodies，sinceitismywillastheiravatars.

    Igent