第七十七章 (第4/5页)

eginningoffoundingtheruyiempressitintotheground，inadditiontothecityofdreamsresin，noonecangoto，allofthetransactionsandcommunicationareinthechargeofdreamresinvillage，theeastvillageofcattlepenisandgoldhandcounty，thesearethetwosidesofacquiescence.

    Themancrafty，youdon‘ttrustinhim.

    Ah，heonceIwenttothedreamfromLiuJiaVillagehijackedresin，resinvillagesaiddreamishisset，isusedbythegoldenhandcountymasteroxtailridgeandLiuJiaVillage...

    Generalyouhereisshort，thispersonwewillhavetheopportunitytodealwithhim，thewindlightsaid.

    Iwasgoingtoaskhimtothehelmetisnotusedinthevalleyoftheorcshandgoldthing，butlookatthewindhandstillpressonthemap，hetoldmypatienceisrunningout，thedeploymentofmilitaryactiontimewhenIdidinappropriatehalf-hearted.

    Theentryinthestockadedvillage

    Oh，whycanletapersonofactionslowitrains，what‘stheuse

    Owantawind，saidthegeneralpleasecomewithme.

    Owindonthefirsthorse，beckoneduskeepupwithmetojumponthetwoblackbacktowardtheriverdirection.

    Whenthewindhasblownthetreebegantoswing，branchesrushingsound，thegroundofshrubandgrasswereblownontheground，twoblackhaironmyfacefromtimetotime(shouldplungeintoabraidforhim)Ilookedupandsawthecloudspaceofchangeaccelerated.

    Allthesoldiershandsonasilvergunsquattedontheground，thesilvershellinthesunthelightsomeswayeyesarehardtoopen.

    LeftagainaIsuddenlyfeeltheairaround，thenIseethereunderthetreeinfrontofatransparentblasts，justlikeinthehottestdogdaysatnoon，inthemountainsorstoneroadwillseeheatwavesinthegroundlikewatertranspiration，makeappearslightlydistortedvision.

    Atthistimethetemperatureisnothigh，butoverallandshrubsunderthetreeisonthewaytotheairflowinthepast，thesehaveverystrongenergyfluctuationsingas.

    Thatisthenadis

    Generalyes，thesoundofthewindinthewindisstillclear，voiceofbreathcanbecondensedontheline，toeachother‘sears，andinsuchabigwind，therewasagoodothewind.

    Thegreatertheclosertotheriverflowandthewind，thosewhogrowverythicktreesalsoblownswing，greatlythehorseheadtwistedtoonesideofthewind，tryingtorunforward，twoblackalsolowerbodyfromtimetotimewiththearmtotouchtheground.

    Atthistimecan‘tseethesnakeinthewoods，andnootheranimal，couldforcethemarchingrouteallanimalsarehiding，sometimesthewind“attachedtothedream，“theclothesmakehesuddenlyseemedtoseehim，butthatheheadLouintheoutsidecan‘tseepeopleatthemoment，butifhisheadfloatingonhorseback.

    Fortunately，istheday.

    Hiswhiskersonthecuffinfrontoftheairtwist，notfarfromwhereIseetherearecloudslightup，maybeblowngasnolongerfocusedbutisthefeelingofthewindtoblowaway.

    Huahuaofthesoundofwaterinthefront，suddenlyIfoundthatthegroundintheriverdirectionhasathickcloud，andwasnotfarfrontisalongvalley.

    Theoriginalistheriverinthecanyon，andthatvalleyatthemomentthereareclouds.

    Placehasnoanyplant，ontheedgeofthecanyonarebrownwithchunksofsandstone，thestoneslabshape，looksveryhard，layercascadefoldsareeverywhere，thesandbythewindofthegroundon