The sword stopped, and he leaned straight to the side to watch the winds of the storm whirl. The sword in his hand is still standing down, and the people behind him form a microcosm.

Looking down at the back of Kunpeng, a group of people stood in a good position, and the relative density seemed lonely. You will find that the world is so lonely that the clothes of the figures can only be seen to be black, and the colors gradually disappear into the eyelids.

The sword was against the fierce attack of the wind and waves, but the clothes did not occupy a trace of seawater. The position on Kunpeng's back makes it impossible for the wind and waves to invade, and he can only wait and see.

The rainy day was still dripping, and the breeze was blowing, pleasant in a gloomy and gloomy environment.

If the weather changes, it still shows the cheerful atmosphere of the sword and his party.

Seeing that everyone was standing idly without incident, he thought about it and thought that it was impossible to endanger the monk's physical life, so he turned around and said: Zhou Tong, you wipe the ground just now, although Brother Kunpeng likes rain, it is not bad for this cleaning.

Considering the twists and turns along the way, the supply of supplies that are far away. He slowly squatted down, considering the replacement of supplies in the future.

After listening to the sword order, Zhou Tong did not complain because he was only dispatched, and worked quietly.

The sound of the wind rubbing against the sound of the wind was mixed with the fluttering of the rain into the sand, and the mixing of the wind and the wind.

The oblique wind, or the wind that blows at it, hits the human body, and more or less some of the aftermath hits the companions.

Qin Huizhi looked up at the weather with a little wistfulness, being in such a gloomy environment of raindrops, it was somewhat difficult to figure out his emotions.

I turned around and found a rag on my own, and picked it up and rubbed it. After a while, I looked at Zhou Dong's direction again, and his smile smiled slightly from the outside to the inside.

Immediately afterwards, everyone gradually adapted to the rhythm and joined in the work of cleaning the back of the kun.

Time is gradually disappearing, and it seems to be gradually increasing, the feeling of boredom in work is decreasing, and it seems to be aimless, because I don't know when it will end, I am confused, hovering in the back of Kunpeng and the distance of the road.

Everyone works separately, as if they will never get together, there is nothing to say, nothing to talk about.

Zhou Tong carefully rubbed the Kunpeng's pores, carefully and quickly like a breeze scraping the dust on the eaves of the window.

Work is a never-ending repetitive exercise of thought, everyone understands the truth of this, and carefully does the work in it.

The sword was still waiting for the wind and waves, and he stood alone in a position far away from everyone. Occasionally, everyone looked up at the sword, and the faint shadow in the rain was imprinted on the hazy person.

Suddenly, the sword stepped into the water, the miniature wave leaped, and for a short moment, it suddenly entered the corner of the wave, and the protruding wave block rose and fell, and the sword was at the moment of the wave falling, diving into the bottom of the sea.

Everyone was immersed in their work, and did not pay attention to the sinking of the sword to the bottom of the sea. Give an angle from the side, and look at the position of the sword to see everyone on Kunpeng's back, it seems to be very close and far away, showing the huge body of Kunpeng.

The sword dived to the bottom of the sea, and everyone didn't know. The hazy rain was still falling, and the vague figure was gone.

As time passed, there seemed to be something hidden in the deep blue veins of the sea, and this object did not move, and it was strangely incomprehensible.

Strange thoughts have just arisen, and because of the scarcity of material things and the scarcity of recreational facilities, there is no interest in exploring any more.

Zhou Dong, Kezishi, and after work, sat on the back of Kun and chatted, quietly waiting for the approach of the road.

Shejian actually found some big fish underwater, thinking about roasting on the back of the kun, and after the rainy day passed, everyone had dry clothes made of fish skin to wear.

But the thought that the big fish is also an object with feelings, and the bloody corpse is still bleeding, and the innocence may be a cruel bondage.

After thinking about it, he still carried the fish ashore and jumped out of the still thoughts in the water.

Everyone suddenly saw that one hand of the sword was bloody, and then the item in the hand was put down, and suddenly, out of the water, shook his sleeves and shook his body, all in one go.

Qin Hui stepped forward and asked the sword about the reason, and the sword briefly explained the wearing of the items, and then turned sideways and ordered everyone to take action, so as to deal with the accumulation of corpses as soon as possible in a smooth mood.

Everyone disposed of the corpse in an inexplicable emotion, and secretly thought that putting aside the sword was always when everyone was thinking about other things, and found an established thing in advance as an example. Quite speechless, but also quite festive and relaxed, no need to worry about the development of things at the beginning, feel that the passage of time is a waste and do not know what to do.