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hacoarsewhitebirch,approachingandcmindiameter,kiddopantisabitmuch,alsohaveonthefrontalsweat,whichislikethefairypoetrydancefan.
IsuddenlythoughtofthethirdspacethemysteriousYanJinson,allthiswouldhaveanythingtodowithher
Iunderstandnow,goodfightingskillisjustatechnology,neithertosolvethehungry,alsobecausehungrynotstrength,suddenlythinkofdonnieyenshotthatleafasked,asifitisinthesecondquarterorinthethirdquarter,theJapaneseinvasionofChinaduringworldwariideteriorated,leafaskedinordertosupportthefamilytominecoal,nowIcanpullcoalifthereareconditions,Ialsowanttogivemomkiddoinasweetpotatoorricetoeat,nowwehavethreeaceisrunningoutoffood.
Continuelikethisislikeanightmare,itreally‘dratherstarvetodeathinordertoeachother...
Ifoundthateveryoneisbusywithsomething,likethemoodwillbebetter,inrepeatedassurancesthattomorrowIcanfindfood,andthreatenawaysothatasmallpotofporridge,motherdrankabowlofporridgesteamedcorn-breadandkiddo.
Nowistwoproblems,theeveningwillhaveFuJun,ifaisanightmaretoreappear,second,iftomorrowmorningwecrossedtheriver,awayfromtheothersideoftheriveroradventureridingalogtogoovertothemound,willmeetFuJunandnightmare.
Thetimefromtheknownconditions,nightmareissolid,becausethedoodle,himselfoutofthenightmare,againcametonothappen,sothespaceofthenightmareissolid
Andifnightmarebecomereality...
Also,thekey,Inowenteredisviewform,oneventsandphysicalcontrolofzero,andthistimeisobviouslynotsosimple,Ialwaysfeelthatnightmaretobecomeareality.
Verycoldatnightalongtheriverbank,thewindblowingthewaterwashthevoicefilledwithear,bearachildnestledinmother‘sbosom,alreadysnoring,originallyachildalsosnore...
Fromeveryoneoutofthecity,theoldmanwasnotinthehome,evenloyal“hasbecomealurkinginmyspies,foodalsohaveno,aftertonight,ifcan‘tfindfood...
Itightlyholdafist,lookattheattachedtoitslegsgreyhoundandIdon‘twanttoandthewhitemansaywhat,hehasarealfoodtoourhouseaway,thatIdon‘tcareabouthisspies,helptosavehisfamily!
Therewasaflashoflight,IsuddenlymindifIentertheotherdreams,wouldn‘titbewon‘tenterthenightmare,itcan‘tkeepmeoutoftheotherdream,Ithinkpeoplemusthavegoodthoughts,godwillalsohelpyoukey.
ThataslongasIgobacktothedreamofspace,givebigjiuappearedagain,itissafetospendtonight.
Godhelpsme,alsoIamgoingtogathertogetherakiddotheretogether,saidinalowvoice,Ithoughtofawaymaybecouldhelpus,Itrytogivebigjiuappeared,butcannotbedisturbedsleep,youwanttoprotectme,aslongasitisdaywehavealreadyhoped.
Kiddolookatme,whatdoyouwanttodoistodoit,aslongasIwasin,youwillbefine.
Afamilywhenyousaynothingatall,Iamonalog,pickedleemeshbow.
Backtotheseconddreamspace,Iturnedacircle,aroundthesecondfloorspacecan‘tplantvegetablespig,sincecandreamtreesthatcanarablefarming,butthinkofisalsoverystrange,thisdreamspaceisinmyconsciousness,consciousnessisusuallyinhismind,thenIgrowvegetablespiginmymind...
Ifpourwaterheadandamplificationinaday,afterfeedingthepigs,itiscrappinginmymind...
Iwipethesweatontheforehead,thisunlikely,cametothebigjiuunderthattree,suddenlyfoundayellowlongfruitunderthecanopy,hiddenbetweentheblades,ifnotinmythisAnglewasnotfound,thisfruitisnottoobig,caneatnow
Ifindnowsawsomething,firstofall,thefirstconsciousnessiscan‘teat!
Ontiptoeenoughwiththehand,Ijustalmosttouched,andItookthewindhitmeshbow,fruitsnappingoff,Ihastentopickitup,onclothescleanandbitedown.
Firsthalo,come,whycan‘tthefruithereandgivemesomefruittaste,evenifcan‘tfillthestomach,notideologyforfruittaste
Onahillside,theskycloudsclouds,severalgapsinthesunshinethroughthecloudsalightintotheearth,appearedinthetopfourblackhorse,thehorseisgod,longmane,neckpositionofhangingfromametalnail,afewbeamofsunlightshoneonthehillside.
Fourpeopleonhorseback,themaninfrontofthewholebodysilveryarmor,coveredwithablackcloak,behindcloakistwolayer,liningisbrightred,hishandsshooktheREINS,leanforward,makethehorsequickertoadvance.
FourMaMaihorsehooves,runningdownfromthepeaklikeflyingontheground.
Thehillsideisacity,thethickcloudshangingoverthecity,feelwhatgreatthingstohappenhere,andsurroundedthecity,nearthehillsideofthebuildingistheroofofthecirculararc,builthighareverydense.
Thefirstmanonthehorsehorseafaceofcold,takingphotographswithacurvedhandleknife,knifesheathonthemoirehasalayeroflightflashing,likehewassomeofthedark,butthebridgeofthenoseisverypretty,thicktwoknife-shapedeyebrows,eyesverybrightandhisbodyasthehorserunningregularlylikewavesofupsanddowns,butwiththehorseasawhole,insteadofsittingonahorse,thehorsehorsehairbythewind,agoodhalfameterorso,liketheblackflagflyingonthehorse.
Thisteamisveryfastandsuddenlyittothemainroadtothegate.