"O Allah, let's go too, and get out of this place for a while. Pangu said to Allah with a sob.

Allah didn't want to say anything, looking at the familiar surroundings and thinking about leaving this place soon, his heart was full of mixed feelings. With a reluctant face, he and Pangu flew in the direction of the lions, and galloped away.

Running on this soft black water feels very strenuous. This black water is not as hard as stone, nor is it like clear water, and it splashes everywhere when you step on it. They cling to the ground and stretch outwards effortlessly, as easily as walking.

There was no sign of brightness in the sky, and the black rain was also dripping, and the surroundings seemed even darker, and even the aura on Pangu's body seemed a little dim. Running in this environment, I feel so lost and uneasy. However, if you can't stop waiting, you can only run blindly.

Running and running, my body is getting hotter and hotter, and sweat comes out. The sticky sweat and the rain falling in the air made me feel even more uncomfortable. Sweat mixed with rain, vision became blurred, and I didn't have time to wipe my arms, so I had to let them drift with the flow.

The sweat is dry, and the body still has a cool feeling, and the clothes on the body are already drenched. And the rain in the air did not stop. Wave after wave of drenching on the body, cold and cold, bursts of coolness welled up in my heart, and the whole person felt cold.

The head is getting heavier and heavier, and it feels like there is a layer of ice flakes covering the head, and the person is also confused. In order to stay awake, Allah shook his head vigorously, and from time to time, he slapped his forehead, but the feeling of being wrapped in ice chips did not disappear with it, but became thicker and thicker, and the thickness had a suffocating feeling. The speed of running slowed down, and the breathing could not keep up with the rhythm.

Pangu was still running as if nothing had happened, not feeling any discomfort from Allah. Hearing a 'poof' sound, Pangu turned his head to look behind him, only to see that Allah had fallen into the water, and Pangu realized that Allah was tired. He hurried back to Allah, then crouched down beside him, carefully examining his injuries.

Allah's head was almost covered by the black water, and his hat had long since fallen somewhere. The face that used to be ruddy and ruddy has now become black and mushy, and it looks like a completely different person.

Pangu embraced Allah, and that overwhelmed gesture made it seem as if Allah's path had come to an end. He could only hold Allah tightly, hoping that it would hold him or let him go a little slower. The tears were already flowing uncontrollably, and at this time there was no trick at all except sadness, but I just hoped that Allah would go calmly and smoothly, and not go so unpleasantly as now.

The black rain that wrapped around Allah, under Pangu's embrace, slowly turned into glass flowers and slowly fell. However, these small changes, Pangu sadly did not notice.

"What are you doing? I haven't gone to see my ancestor yet! You're crying so much, and if I do, you're going to let me go sooner!" said Allah suddenly. When Pangu heard Allah's words, he hugged him excitedly, laughing and crying, and said intermittently: "You have finally woken up!

Allah popped out word by word: "Ahem, you are light, you are not tired, you are about to be strangled to death!"

Allah was so helpless by him that he didn't know what to do, so he could only silently hold him around. Allah was in his arms, but he felt warm, and the water on his body was slowly disappearing. It just feels comfortable, like there's a warm current reverberating in your body. He faintly felt that this was the light on Pangu's body washing the rain on his body