The little guy who had successfully walked the first hundred feet soon came to the first boundary again.

This position is about a quarter of the length of the chain, and the wind is unusually strong, and the arc of the chain swaying from side to side is much larger.

To be cautious, the little one switched back to his accustomed stance of landing on all fours.

Hold the chain tightly with both hands, look at the shaking chain, kick your legs hard, let go, jump up violently, and fall quickly.

After the center of gravity of the body was lowered, the wind no longer blew the little guy away, and the moment it fell, he quickly grabbed the chain, and the whole person was tightly hung on the chain.

The swift wind rustled the clothes on the little one's body, and when he crossed that line, he realized that the real test was still to come.

The wind was so strong that the little one could only squint at the road ahead, and when she was a little used to the swinging arc of the chain, she got up carefully and stood on all fours of the chain.

Jumped as hard as he had just done and jumped half a foot in front.

The further forward the wind became, the little one's current thin body really couldn't withstand the blowing force of the wind, and after a few jumps, the little one was blown down by the wind in mid-air and fell down again.

Returning to the stone platform again, Jiuhua was no longer there.

The little guy pursed his lips, his aura condensed on his fingertips, cut off the corner of his flowing clothes, and picked up a stone of moderate size to wrap it around his waist and tie it around his waist.

The little one did not rush to step on the chain again, but kept practicing running and jumping in the same place.

She had to gain weight so that she wouldn't be blown away by the strong wind again, and before that she had to make the stone part of her weight, or she wouldn't be able to walk briskly along the road ahead.

Beyond the Illusion –

"How?" Qing Ling handed the freshly poured wine to Jiuhua, who was sitting opposite.

"Very good." Jiuhua took it and drank it all, "It's a hard-working child." ”

Qingling then poured wine for Jiuhua.

Jiuhua looked at the little guy who was standing sluggishly not far away, and smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Smart, and there is no lack of talent."

"That's why you taught her."

"Sort of." Jiuhua looked at Qing Ling, "Anyway, it's quite idle in this small world." ”

Qing Ling smiled lightly.

"Squeak."

The two were chatting when suddenly a black shadow rushed straight into the courtyard.

Jiuhua waved his hand and stopped it directly.

The galloping sable slammed into a wall of air and stumbled.

"It's not that you said that you have nothing to do and come less, there is a smell of mink in the yard, you are taking my words as a deaf ear."

Hearing this voice, Xuan Mink, who was originally a little dazed, instantly sobered up, and looked at Shang Jiuhua's eyes that seemed to be smiling, and spontaneously brought a flattering smile on his face.

"Squeak." The sable held up the processed piece of meat, indicating that he had come for something.

"You're not a delicate little person, you can eat raw meat."

"Squeak." The sable defended himself.

With the little guy accustomed to eating cooked meat, how can he eat raw meat like before, cooked meat is much better than raw meat.

Jiuhua didn't speak, and glanced at it lightly.

Xuan Diao was a little furious in his heart when he saw this look, and he smiled wryly.

If it weren't for the fact that the little guy was here, he wouldn't have bothered to come over.

By the way, what about the little one?

Under Jiuhua's unclear gaze, Xuan Mink had the courage to stay.

This can be within the scope of its territory, how can it be coaxed?

As soon as I looked around, I saw the little guy standing at the door.

Xuan Mink immediately sensed that something was wrong, it jumped on the table and looked at Jiuhua: "Squeak?"

"She's in a fantasy."

Jiuhua drank wine and replied to Qingling on the side.

Looking at the Xuan Mink lying on the table, Qing Ling's brows furrowed slightly.

A cluster of vines emerged, forming itself into a chair at the level of the table, and the sable was pulled by a vine behind him to lie on the chair.

Looking at Qing Ling, who was pouring wine for Jiuhua, Xuan Mink secretly rolled his eyes.

"Squeak?" The sable asked, still waiting for the little one to fry it.

"Then it's up to her."

In the Fantasy World—

This is a divided space, day and night, only black and white, and the little guy can't accurately judge the time.

According to the physical habits of the week, it should be the third day.

After many attempts, the little one has been able to quickly pass the first hundred zhang in the case of carrying the weight of the stone.

I don't know how many times I've been to a place where strong winds are raging.

There was a weight of stones, and the little one was no longer blown away by the wind, and although it was a little difficult, he still came to the center of the chain, and he was already halfway there.

Crossing the two hundred zhang crossing line, the light suddenly dimmed, in a blink of an eye, the high sky was covered with dark clouds, overwhelmed downward pressure, the rain poured down, and suddenly wet the little guy's whole body, dull thunder rolling, flashing dazzling electric light between the clouds, the wind seemed to be frightened, scurrying around, driving the iron chain to shake irregularly.

The little one's body was attached to the chain, and the limbs were firmly wrapped so as not to be thrown off, and the chain that had been drenched in the rain was easy to slip, and she could no longer move forward like before, and in the current situation, it was difficult for her to even lie on her stomach.

Untying the stone tied to his waist, his body suddenly became much lighter, and the little guy finally decided to move it little by little.

Carefully move to a position of one foot.

"Click!" The silver serpent's lightning fell swiftly and slashed at the little one.

This sudden blow made the little guy snort, and the tiny electricity traveled through her body, making her almost unable to hold the chain.

After some time, the little one slowly recovered, grasped the chain firmly, and continued to move forward.

After another move, a blinding bolt of lightning fell on the little guy accurately.

"Hmph..."

The little guy felt like his internal organs were about to crack, and the strength of his body was scattered.

Looking at the gloomy thunderclouds, the little guy frowned.

Fortunately, the lightning did not fall again, otherwise she really couldn't hold on, and the little guy lay on the chain and slowly accumulated strength.

This time the little one rested for a long time, during which although the thunder continued, but no more lightning fell, and it seemed that every time she passed, a lightning bolt would fall.

Now that there was time to rest, the little one decided to go all the way and this time to the other side of the chain, and she didn't want to start all over again and suffer again.

A zhang of thunder, a hundred zhang is a hundred roads.

At first, the little one can stay awake, but later it is completely instinctive.

Thin pieces of lightning swam in her body, striking every inch of her flesh and blood, and the little one's face was as pale as snow, gritting his teeth, clutching the chains, and moving forward slowly but firmly.

What made the little one unbearable was not the familiar pain, but the weakness of lightning's paralyzed body.

She hated the feeling.

The severe pain numbed the little guy's five senses, and his thoughts became confused, and slowly, the body just subconsciously repeated the previous movements.

Move, be split, rest, move again, be split, rest......