Everyone was in a hurry, and they galloped away in the direction of the little broken child with full horsepower. It didn't take long for him to chase to the sea near the little broken child. However, they still couldn't keep up with the speed of the typhoon, and the weather conditions were much worse than when they set off.

The waves of the ocean are rolling in the distance, the black clouds are rolling in the ink, the white rain is jumping, and the thunder is shaking in all directions. The water flies and thunders, and the waves roll around with thunderbolts. A terrifying look of black clouds crushing the city and wanting to destroy it.

A few people found the closest position to the little broken child, turned off the engine and anchored the ship. When the wind was a little lighter, they all turned over and went into the water, and held an inflatable cushion with a length and width of nearly two meters, each of which was held tightly by the four of them, and spread it out under the feet of the little broken child.

The time for the rescue was fleeting, and everyone almost shouted hoarsely at the little broken boy in the air with all their might, let him let go of the kite and jump down, they would definitely catch him, so that he must not be afraid. But the little broken child was extremely uncooperative at this time. Not only did he refuse to let go, but he also cried and cried while holding the kite string like a life-saving straw. I don't know when the novelty of flying a kite has faded and has been replaced by an innate fear. I cried so much that I didn't dare to look down, let alone jump.

This situation really made everyone anxious. Every flash of lightning that swept behind the clouds was like a talisman that struck the heart, but even if they shouted out their throats, the little broken child wouldn't even look at them. At the moment of life and death, there is nothing to be done, and they are all anxious like ants on a hot pot.

At this moment, in the air that was already chaotic mixed with all kinds of wind and rain shouts, a vague, even weird sound suddenly seeped in. Uh-huh, yes, woo-woo, completely unclear, which is even more unpleasant than the bursts of urn thunder behind the layers of black clouds like a thousand-year-old phlegm. But the little broken child finally opened his eyes that were confused by tears.

Following his line of sight, everyone realized that this strange sound was originally coming from Kang Lele's throat, roaring with all his might.

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