第一百三十章 (第5/5页)

fcharredwood，seemstobethebridgewasburnout，bamboorafthuahuaoffastforwardintheriver.

    Thesoundofwaterandbamboorafthitthewaterlouder，everyonehadtosquatonthebambooraftwiththebambooraftstability，nakedbodyofwhitemaledoglearntobearthechild‘sposture，standup，twofrontlegembracemyleg，Ionlyfeelsick，itmayevenisadog.

    Heisobviouslyabigmasters，soembracemyleg，Inearlydidn‘tresisttryingtoTMbooteditgointheriver.

    Afterbeingblockedbysunshine，theriverisnolongeronthebottom，butthewaterhasbecometheinkblue，waterisblack，alsosimplycouldnotseehowdeep.

    Havesplashinashorttime，everyonewaswet，whitemalealsobecameareservoirdogs，butthisguyisshowingexcitementandenthusiasmofexpression，longoutofthemouth，tongueoccasionallyaufcalledseveralvoice，Igo，youthisdogbodyisoriginal

    Suddenlyastoneinfrontofthehighlightinthewater，andinthemiddleoftheriver，thebambooraftquicklytoadjustthedirection，Isuddenlyfoundinthewater，people‘sabilitytocontrolhowweak，Ilookedatthebambooraftofpowerlesstothebigstone.

    Waistsuddenlyatight，thebodyup，bearachildanddogbytworopesaroundmylegs，sceneryinthesightofaflower，twofoottouchdown.

    Hua，bambooraftandstonehittogether，instantlycollapse，oldmamaloosenhandgrasponmywaist，frowningsawmyoneeye，Iglancedatthecornerofmyeyeholdmyleftleggreyhound，mindbigscoldaway，youareadogdoyouwanttokillus

    Motherseemenottotalk，andbearchildren--andwithafaceoffiercedogears，dogcheepwowyell.

    Well，Ihavetofindtheremom，waitforme.

    Ipickedthewindmeshbowfromtheback，ifyouwanttoharmus，andI‘llcallyoupast，Iamwhitemaleshoutedinconsciousness，Istareeyeslookingatthegreyhound，oldmamaandkiddoalsoafacelookedatmepuzzled.

    Sir，we‘renotfarfromthere，wewerejustthissideisgoingtoland，therewegocatchacatch，notfarawayinfront.

    ActuallyIdon‘ttrustwhitemale，nowbecauseofseven，IthinkIcantaketheotherperson‘sconsciousnessaboutmydreamspace，soastohavethechancetoliveagain.

    Butthewhiteman，heisanormalperson，anddiedinourhands，thatheisresentfulwhenhedied

    Icannotdistinguishbetweenconsciousbeingisagoodorbad，ifheresentment，infacthisconsciousnessistheevilspirit，Isuddenlyacoldback，small.Idon‘tthinkthiswhitemalequiteright，canyoutellthedreamspaceconsciousness，isgoodorbad

    Thelittleseventhoughtfullyforamoment，withawarenessandresponsetomybrother，doyourememberwhenheenteredintoourspace，verystrange，likeadrowningman，whenIsawhimthesoulofthegasisyellow.

    Yellowsoul，Ithinkofitonthethirdfloor，Iinthedreamandstrongconsciousnessonceweremorelive，thenalayerofdreamtreewithoutfruit，soulisyellow.

    Thenthewhiteflourisreallydeadmenarealsothekeyus

    Iexchangedglancesandbearchildren，ifsothendon‘tmentionit，Idrewabowarrowuponthewind，thesoulwiththewristandgas，Ihaven‘ttriedtolifeconsciousnessthroughwindbowattackeffect.

    Butshouldbeabletohiteachotherwithitspower.