第八十六章(2 / 2)

owantawind，saidthegeneralpleasecomewithme.

owindonthefirsthorse，beckoneduskeepupwithmetojumponthetwoblackbacktowardtheriverdirection.

whenthewindhasblownthetreebegantoswing，branchesrushingsound，thegroundofshrubandgrasswereblownontheground，twoblackhaironmyfacefromtimetotime(shouldplungeintoabraidforhim)elerated.

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，thesandbythewindofthegroundontheedgeofthecloudlookslikethecloudoutsideofnepotism.

owindfromhorsebackscoredabigburden，theburdenisawbefore，hereisthegeneralhuguenotplans，thefogherearetoxic，youseethecanyonedgeearlynothinggrows，thestoneshavebeeneroded.

waitaminuteiwilltakeyoufromtheinsideofthetunnelbottomgoto，isnotfromtheoutside.

itookthebaggageopenonsee，therearetwosetsofwindandwearthesamedreamdress，butthehairisnotlikehimtobefastened.

besideeachclothesandabambootubeattachedtothewaistposition，theendoftheblackwhiskersattachedtoclothes，thisshouldbeattachedtothedreamoflifeenergybox，accordingtosaidbeforethewindwilldropofbloodisgod.

added，owind，generalwearbeforeyoufromoneendofthebambootubedripintotheindexofblood，inthosehecanputon，aftertheeventbecauseofdreamisself-awareitwillcontinuewithyoudialogueinconsciousness，aslongasyougiveitanameandthenletitquiet.

ithinkit‘sinterestingtoputtwoblackliketentwiththedreamthatthrewhimfrombehind，thewindwassostronghehavetwothumbsjusthold，clotheswerescrapingthelidonhisface.

mybloodhasthepowerofthedream，thedreammadenotonlyplants，butalsotheirownconsciousness，ifithasabsorbedmybloodwillchange，butitdidn‘tactuallydon‘tknowwhatwill.

owindcametoaboardinfrontoftherock，rockfracturebeingpewterlooksveryhard，owinddownwithbothhandsontheedgeofthestone，themouthopensoundyouwillthatpiecelooksnearlytwometreslongmorethanametrewide，thicktwohandbreadthwidestonelifted.

therockisrevealingadarkentranceaswell.

thesestonesdesultorily，grotesqueincanyonedge，ifnotmakethemarkissimplycan‘tfindtheentrancetothebelow.

general，wewaitamomentgodowntoyouandtheblackgeneralchangeclothes，suchasinthefollowingweneedprotectionofdream.

i‘lldropofblood，godsaidtotheendoftheopenbambootubeplug，cutthemiddlefingeroftheblooddripintotheinside.

clothessuddenlymovedonce，twoblackandwindcansee，bothofthemaregatheredtogetherhere，justhelpmetoblockthewind.

thenattachedtospillthetentaclescoarsenedvisibletothenakedeye，andthenasafilling，rootsattachedtoclothesalsofollowtodrumupatoneend.

lookingatitsoistillhavesomenottrust，activebuthavedroptorecognizethelord，itwasputonfirst，thengoahead.

attacheddreamisactuallyabigcoatandapairoftrousers，theaboveisasetofheadoftwocuffs，herehavetwolegs，ipickedupaspillonthewaist，firstworerobesoftwolegsandatowardthehead，aputonthedressassuddenconvulsionsoftwistedtogether，screwsleeveliketheropetightonmysoftarmor，pants，too，thetentacleslikeacordaroundthesleevesandhems.

thegreatpowerthroughthesoftarmorialsocanfeelitspower，howcanitbe，iheardthewinddifferenceofsaid.

sosaidthedreamstateisnotnormal，attachedtwoblackhandovertotheattachmentofthisdreamrip，waitaminute，thewindwhatstoppedhim.

hereistheworkofwaternadis，thisattachedanddripintothedreamoftheblood，meigeneral:itisanatureseemstobechanged.

beforehemet，thetentacleslikesteelwereallsetupandthelocationoftheclothesandotherbecametransparentlikealiquidbegantosoften.