The two men sprinted and jumped from a height of 2,700 meters, and then fell straight down, the sharp air as cold as knives.

Ling Yi hugged Su Zhe's waist tightly, not letting go at all, and Su Zhe opened his arms, and sharp white paper gradually combined at the joints of his arms, and then stretched, as if a big white bird was slowly spreading its wings, and as if someone was folding a light paper airplane in the air.

The wide fixed wings firmly locked Su Zhe's arms, and the wind passed up and down from it, gradually creating a rising force to ease the fall of the two of them, until they finally flew lightly in the air and never fell again.

When Ling Yi gradually got used to the wind pressure on his face, he looked up at the boy above: "I will be happier if I hold it." ”

Su Zhe nodded: "I also feel very sorry." “

"What are you going to do next?"

"Find a place to settle down, I don't think you have anything to stay in."

Ling Yi understood what Su Zhe meant—he didn't plan to return to Emma.

"Remember." Ling Yi smiled and said something that seemed far away.

"Did you use the tactics she used to defeat me?"

She was referring to the wrow of wrow.

And I'm referring to Pandora.

Su Zhe nodded.

In that final match, which ended in death, Su Mei and Su Zhe deliberately lost the decisive battle against Pandora on the battlefield, and then the surprise soldiers destroyed her base in one fell swoop, and finally won the event.

"Isn't it like that now?"

Su Zhe nodded slowly. The two men sprinted and jumped from a height of 2,700 meters, and then fell straight down, the sharp air as cold as knives.

Ling Yi hugged Su Zhe's waist tightly, not letting go at all, and Su Zhe opened his arms, and sharp white paper gradually combined at the joints of his arms, and then stretched, as if a big white bird was slowly spreading its wings, and as if someone was folding a light paper airplane in the air.

The wide fixed wings firmly locked Su Zhe's arms, and the wind passed up and down from it, gradually creating a rising force to ease the fall of the two of them, until they finally flew lightly in the air and never fell again.

When Ling Yi gradually got used to the wind pressure on his face, he looked up at the boy above: "I will be happier if I hold it." ”

Su Zhe nodded: "I also feel very sorry." “

"What are you going to do next?"

"Find a place to settle down, I don't think you have anything to stay in."

Ling Yi understood what Su Zhe meant—he didn't plan to return to Emma.

"Remember." Ling Yi smiled and said something that seemed far away.

"Did you use the tactics she used to defeat me?"

She was referring to the wrow of wrow.

And I'm referring to Pandora.

Su Zhe nodded.

In that final match, which ended in death, Su Mei and Su Zhe deliberately lost the decisive battle against Pandora on the battlefield, and then the surprise soldiers destroyed her base in one fell swoop, and finally won the event.

"Isn't it like that now?"

Su Zhe nodded slowly. The two men sprinted and jumped from a height of 2,700 meters, and then fell straight down, the sharp air as cold as knives.

Ling Yi hugged Su Zhe's waist tightly, not letting go at all, and Su Zhe opened his arms, and sharp white paper gradually combined at the joints of his arms, and then stretched, as if a big white bird was slowly spreading its wings, and as if someone was folding a light paper airplane in the air.

The wide fixed wings firmly locked Su Zhe's arms, and the wind passed up and down from it, gradually creating a rising force to ease the fall of the two of them, until they finally flew lightly in the air and never fell again.

When Ling Yi gradually got used to the wind pressure on his face, he looked up at the boy above: "I will be happier if I hold it." ”

Su Zhe nodded: "I also feel very sorry." “

"What are you going to do next?"

"Find a place to settle down, I don't think you have anything to stay in."

Ling Yi understood what Su Zhe meant—he didn't plan to return to Emma.

"Remember." Ling Yi smiled and said something that seemed far away.

"Did you use the tactics she used to defeat me?"

She was referring to the wrow of wrow.

And I'm referring to Pandora.

Su Zhe nodded.

In that final match, which ended in death, Su Mei and Su Zhe deliberately lost the decisive battle against Pandora on the battlefield, and then the surprise soldiers destroyed her base in one fell swoop, and finally won the event.

"Isn't it like that now?"

Su Zhe nodded slowly. The two men sprinted and jumped from a height of 2,700 meters, and then fell straight down, the sharp air as cold as knives.

Ling Yi hugged Su Zhe's waist tightly, not letting go at all, and Su Zhe opened his arms, and sharp white paper gradually combined at the joints of his arms, and then stretched, as if a big white bird was slowly spreading its wings, and as if someone was folding a light paper airplane in the air.

The wide fixed wings firmly locked Su Zhe's arms, and the wind passed up and down from it, gradually creating a rising force to ease the fall of the two of them, until they finally flew lightly in the air and never fell again.

When Ling Yi gradually got used to the wind pressure on his face, he looked up at the boy above: "I will be happier if I hold it." ”

Su Zhe nodded: "I also feel very sorry." “

"What are you going to do next?"

"Find a place to settle down, I don't think you have anything to stay in."

Ling Yi understood what Su Zhe meant—he didn't plan to return to Emma.

"Remember." Ling Yi smiled and said something that seemed far away.

"Did you use the tactics she used to defeat me?"

She was referring to the wrow of wrow.

And I'm referring to Pandora.

Su Zhe nodded.

In that final match, which ended in death, Su Mei and Su Zhe deliberately lost the decisive battle against Pandora on the battlefield, and then the surprise soldiers destroyed her base in one fell swoop, and finally won the event.

"Isn't it like that now?"

Su Zhe nodded slowly. The two men sprinted and jumped from a height of 2,700 meters, and then fell straight down, the sharp air as cold as knives.

Ling Yi hugged Su Zhe's waist tightly, not letting go at all, and Su Zhe opened his arms, and sharp white paper gradually combined at the joints of his arms, and then stretched, as if a big white bird was slowly spreading its wings, and as if someone was folding a light paper airplane in the air.

The wide fixed wings firmly locked Su Zhe's arms, and the wind passed up and down from it, gradually creating a rising force to ease the fall of the two of them, until they finally flew lightly in the air and never fell again.

When Ling Yi gradually got used to the wind pressure on his face, he looked up at the boy above: "I will be happier if I hold it." ”

Su Zhe nodded: "I also feel very sorry." “

"What are you going to do next?"

"Find a place to settle down, I don't think you have anything to stay in."

Ling Yi understood what Su Zhe meant—he didn't plan to return to Emma.

"Remember." Ling Yi smiled and said something that seemed far away.

"Did you use the tactics she used to defeat me?"

She was referring to the wrow of wrow.

And I'm referring to Pandora.

Su Zhe nodded.

In that final match, which ended in death, Su Mei and Su Zhe deliberately lost the decisive battle against Pandora on the battlefield, and then the surprise soldiers destroyed her base in one fell swoop, and finally won the event.

"Isn't it like that now?"

Su Zhe nodded slowly.

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