I gripped the handle of the gun tightly with both hands, and I clearly felt the gears in the barrel of the gun constantly turning, and I could hear it squeaking in my ears, and it was actually the long rope that had bitten the body of the black dragon retracting into the gun. I don't know what the trick is, where is the power of the gear, carrying my weight of more than 70 kilograms, it turns easily, but in the dark night fog, I also faintly see the sparks in the chamber of the gun, which is the spark when the metal gears bite each other, with its brilliance, I see the white fog curtain in the air, like the body of the white dragon, whirling in the high wind, but after a while it turns into a passing cloud, which I pass through layer by layer, and is trampled under my feet layer by layer. My hair and clothes were wet with droplets, condensed into frost, and then slashed into the air by the roaring wind knives, and turned into a snow mark along with the conflicting stratus clouds under my feet, like the tail of a comet fluttering in the air for a long time.

This feeling is very peculiar, unlike bungee jumping, head and feet, planted to the earth, the sudden acceleration of gravity, so that the blood of the whole body instantly fell to the neck, the top of the head, the head of the strong artery full of blood, almost popped, people's brains are full of brains cracking, broken bones, only to stop falling, can feel the pleasure of rebirth.

This feeling is not like riding a rocket, accelerating to the speed of the universe in an instant, the weightlessness that is getting stricter and stricter almost tears the chest apart, the hands, feet and head seem to be pulled by five horses, and people are always afraid of being divided by five horses, only when they reach the predetermined orbit and begin to fly around the earth, will they feel a trace of joy beyond all things.

This feeling, how to say, is simpler, just like flying a kite, but in the past, I used to pull a string in my hand to make a kite to put paper, but now I myself have become a kite, and my legs have become the two tails of the kite, which are pulled in the air by the line, swaying left and right with the wind, rising and falling, rising and spinning, and the line teaches the wind to bend the pole, like a bowstring that is full of pulls, fluttering and pulling me into the air.

I wore fluttering clothes, looked down at the river, went eastward, straight into the sky, and saw the dark continent on both sides of the river, ethereal and misty, spreading the yellow, yellow, white and white halo, dotted with stars, it was like a sky lantern outside the world, and the fairy country turned into a realm. I said in my heart, the night in this Dajiang City can also be so real and illusory, is it really that distance gives birth to beauty? Suddenly, I heard someone under my feet exclaiming, ah, Zuo Yan is there.

The other person said angrily, Zuo Yan, you can't escape. Before the words fell, a burst of gunfire came, my naked eyes could see clearly, dozens of bullets dragged the white tail, swishing past me, even the white hair wind rolled up when the bullets rotated did not escape the capture of my eyes, as if my eyes had become high-speed cameras, in fact, when those bullets came to me, they were already at the end of the crossbow, and the speed slowed down, so that I could see the details through the effect of the white mist.

Just when I was still worried about those bullets shooting me, the huge black shadow of the black dragon has been overwhelmingly rushing towards me, in the blink of an eye, the feeling of "climbing the green cloud ladder, stepping on the sky and smelling the chicken" disappeared, and the cruel reality rushed to the face, I raised my hands high, protecting the top of my head, but I saw that I had suddenly swept over the black shadow, descending on the bridge deck of a bridge, only to suddenly realize that the so-called black dragon just now was just a cable-stayed suspension bridge across the river.

There were six lanes in both directions on the deck, and the street lights sprinkled white light on the black, wet pavement. Woo – two big trucks were whizzing from my left, and I was standing in the middle of the road, and I was running towards the bridge, honking, a red SUV, coming at me at the speed of a Formula 1 car, honking sharply. I hurriedly took a step forward and pushed my ass forward, and the car grazed my back, and the cold wind blade went straight into my back, and my almost out-of-body soul could clearly hear the sizzling of tires against the road, as if it were my own bones on the ground.

I rushed to the side of the road as fast as I could burn my butt, only to find that there were no crosswalks on the bridge, so I had to hold on to the metal guardrails on the bridge. I only thought about how to leave the bridge, hide to the place where the police couldn't find me, my feet were like stepping on hot wheels, and I came to the bridge ten minutes later, but I found that the life-saving rope gun in my hand was gone, and I was about to turn back to look for it, but I saw more than a dozen police cars coming to the bridge, so I turned my head to see that there was a protruding iron plate outside the guardrail, three feet below the bridge deck, and there was no light, so I could make a hiding place, so I carefully climbed over the guardrail, jumped on it, and squatted down in the shadows. I listened vigilantly to the dozen or so police cars, at the same speed, one by one, driving past the bridge, and was about to get up and climb the guardrail, but I heard the tires of a car rub on the bridge deck, and it was on top of my head, the door was pushed open, and a person got out of the car and walked towards the guardrail. I was so frightened that I shuddered, and my heart said, was it discovered by those turtle king bastard police? Hurriedly looked for another hiding place, but the iron plate was only one or two meters horizontally and vertically, and there was only a river as high as a heavenly river under the iron plate, and where was there any place to hide, so I had to helplessly put my back against the bridge, waiting for the judgment of fate, but I heard a woman complaining, what are you hiding, why don't you come up quickly? The voice is very pleasant. The voice was so familiar that I quickly turned around and looked up, and saw a peerless beauty with her hands on the guardrail, looking down at me. The beauty's long hair hung down, hanging on both sides of her awl-shaped cheeks, fluttering in the wind, and her eyes were watery and spring-like.

She looked at her chest and said coquettishly, what do you see, you can't come up yet?

I was stunned and said, Xuanxuan, why are you? (To be continued......)