Nanming, the bear child, actually played the Silence as a remote control toy, the greatest mathematician in the world, I am afraid that he could not calculate the psychological shadow area of Lu Xingcheng at this time.

And at this moment, the Silence, which had lost control, suddenly turned its head down and headed towards the download!

"Ahh

Like a piece of wood that had gone out of control, the Silence fell headfirst into the sea of clouds near Mount Kilimanjaro and vanished.

Tourists at the top of Mount Kilimanjaro watched with trepidation, waiting for the roar of the explosion.

But no.

Nothing.

After engulfing the Silence, the sea of clouds on Mount Kilimanjaro, like the surface of the water after a high tide, floated slowly, and faintly could be seen, and in the gap between the clouds, there was occasionally a red glow, which was the tail inflammation of the Silence.

The huge Silence, in this sea of clouds, still seems so small, the entire Silence, as if swallowed by this sea of clouds, can see nothing except the slightest red light.

After submerging in the sea of clouds, there is no visual intuition, and for the people on the Silence, they are about to go crazy.

Do you want to skydive? Are you going to hit a mountain? What should I do?

Lu Xingcheng was about to be frightened, he took the handle and pulled it frantically, trying to pull the Silence up again, the Silence seemed to be circling and falling, no matter how he manipulated it, the Silence still maintained its original trajectory, as if it was locked by an invisible force.

"Hahahaha......" It wasn't until Nanming's laughing voice sounded, and then he realized that this guy actually had a handle in his hand!

Lu Xingcheng wanted to take it over, but Nan Ming hurriedly said: "Don't! Take it again, it's really going to crash!"

"I believe you're weird! Now it's Xiaobai in control!" Lu Xingcheng suddenly reacted, how could a remnant party like Nanming use a handle to manipulate the Silence?

The Silence is such a huge behemoth, ordinary pilots can't fly, can Nanming do it?

"Then you try?" Nan Ming gestured to throw away the handle in his hand, Lu Xingcheng was frightened, and hurriedly said: "Don't!

Nan Ming's thoughts, he can't guess, who knows who is manipulating the Silence now?

Whoever was in control of the Silence, but there is no doubt that the Silence did not crash.

Seconds after the Silence plunged into the clouds, the clouds shook as if they were boiling.

The Silence was small for the clouds, which were thousands of meters thick and hundreds of kilometers in radius.

But after all, the Silence is also a behemoth more than 100 meters long and more than 10 meters high.

Halfway up Mount Kilimanjaro, in a mist-shrouded camp, many people who were unable to climb to the top of the mountain, or who did not dare to continue climbing because of the lack of guides, and who had to wait here were also looking up at the sky.

They had heard that the Silence was above the clouds, but the thick clouds blocked their view, and they were blessed to see the Silence in person.

Most of the people who will chase after here are supporters of Lazy God Technology, or crazy fans of the Silence, who have already come here, and they are just short of the last point, but they can't realize their dreams, not to mention how uncomfortable it feels.

A few middle-aged people were discussing, and without waiting for the guide, they just climbed up directly, and several older and more stable people were advising them: "Don't be impulsive, even if you go up, I'm afraid the Silence has already left, and if you have an accident on the mountaineering road, it will be troublesome......"

Their persuasion is actually very right, but the frustration of not being able to achieve the goal makes these people very stubborn, no matter what the result is, if they don't try, I'm afraid they won't forgive themselves.

There are two people in this who are a father and son, the father is holding his son to prevent him from leaving, the son is helpless, but he can't help but sigh and look up at the sky helplessly.

In this world, there are many "fans", train fans can work tirelessly, with all their holidays, to take all the trains all over the country, even if they are tired and crowded, they are not tired. Steamship aficionados can rush to a specific harbor to catch a glimpse of any of their favorite steamers. Bus fans will know every bus line transfer......

The father is a shipworker, and the son became a ship engineer, and later the father and son opened a small shipyard together, but unfortunately now the shipyard is pre-cooled, and the shipyard of the two is in difficulty, and almost all the workers have been dismissed, relying on the father and son to take private work to subsidize the maintenance.

Even so, the two spent all their savings and came to Africa.

This kind of infatuation is not enough to describe in words, it is not noble or lowly, but it is extraordinarily sincere.

I really just want to see it with my own eyes.

But this dream may not be realized.

"Let's wait for the next time, the next legendary journey, there will be a chance to ......," the father persuaded bitterly.

"Next time, I'm afraid we won't even have the money for the ticket. The son struggled in his heart, looking at his father's pleading eyes, and could no longer say anything to go up the mountain.

They are not extreme sportsmen, and mountaineering is a dangerous activity for them, let alone without a guide.

At that moment, someone suddenly shouted, "Look!"

What the?

Everyone looked up in the direction the man was pointing.

In the clouds, it was like a flame was ignited, and in the cracks in the clouds, the red light burst out, which was particularly dazzling.

It's like red lightning.

The red glow grew brighter and brighter until a clearly visible red circle was formed, and the clouds around it seemed to have been stirred up by a giant hand.

The huge clouds, which were at least ten kilometers in diameter, rolled up and down, gradually thinning out, revealing the figure flying rapidly in it.

"That's ...... Silence?" The father and son stopped arguing, and their eyes widened and they looked at the sky.

The Silence is flying in a circle around the center of an invisible circle, the huge fuselage, the extremely high speed, the huge pressure in front of the Silence, so that the water vapor in the sky quickly condenses, and the engines of the four main engines and six auxiliary engines spray out extremely hot flames, evaporating the water droplets in the clouds into water vapor again.

Under the simultaneous action of two different effects, the clouds in this circle quickly turned into a torrential rain, pouring down wildly, connecting a fine silk thread between heaven and earth.

And on the periphery of this circle, the clouds gradually fade and expand at a speed that is almost visible to the naked eye, like an expanding black hole in the sky.

No, it's a blue hole.

Behind the huge cloud cavern carved out by the Silence was a blue sky as blue as a jewel.

The rays of the sun, cast down from the caverns of the clouds, shone obliquely on the camp halfway up the mountainside, gilding the tents, the huts, and all the people halfway up the mountain.

At this moment, almost everyone felt the enthusiasm of the sun shining on their bodies, and they seemed to hear the silence talking, and the sunlight was the voice of the silence, it was saying, "This is for you." ”

Lazy gods never disappoint their fans.

After doing all this, the Silence drew a spiral circle, swooped down from above the clouds, and when it fell to a very low point, it raised its hull again, and like a sharp sword, pierced the sky and sank into the clouds again.

This is especially for them in the middle of Kilimanjaro, so vigorous, so charming.

On the slopes of Mount Kilimanjaro, the crowd looked at the golden-blue cave that had opened above the clouds, and they were speechless for a long time.

The father and son, who were still together, glanced at each other, and saw the irrepressible tears in each other's eyes.

Because of all this incredible sight in front of them, because of the beauty of the Silence, because it was specially for their appearance.

At the summit of Mount Kilimanjaro, tourists look down as the Silence rises from the clouds, like a sharp arrow piercing the sky, with a rumbling roar, all the way to the east, never to look back.

Several Jian-7 tailged away with the escort, and the legendary journey is about to come to an end.

The cloud hole that had been carved out of the clouds remained there for a long time, and it lasted for several hours before it was re-smoothed. (To be continued.) )