“Not to hit the plane!”


On a hill somewhere in the Jin province, Nanjing Night Net pressed the cloud head and landed on the ground, hurrying away a few alien mice and adjusting their interest rates in place.

This kind of thing that crashed into a plane was previously a joke with Jiangsu Night Net. After a few years, it actually became true. Therefore, it is still good in the ancient times, the sky is long and the sky is quiet, and you don’t have to worry about it.

His destination is Dakang at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains. It took ten hours to fly from Shengtian to Wumu City, plus stop time.

And he was physically and swiftly flying. It must be much slower. Because every time you fly, when the loss of magical power reaches a critical value and the speed of self-development is not able to catch up, you have to rest for a while.

It’s more troublesome, but he still chooses to fly.




After a half-tone ringing, Nanjing Night Net adjusted its interest rate, and filled with a few spirit wines to rekindle the sword. I saw a group of golden flames gushing out, wrapped in the body instantly, and then skywards, such as Hua Hong away.

“Hehehehe, it’s starting again!”

In the Meteorological Center, the staff who have been devastated by wave after wave is already expressionless, and is particularly calmly staring at the data changes, and then crazy MMP.

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