Doomsday Wonderland

No matter who you are, whether you have been kissed at the moment, how the past life has come along... At the moment you step on the land of Shambhala, everything will go with the wind.

Now the destination is very close.

The air train followed the helicopters in front and sailed for nearly an hour in a fog filled with vision. All the radar navigation systems are closed. Except for the roar of the engine and the propeller, there is only a dense fog that is constantly tumbling and silent.

People sit in their positions, some close their eyes, some look out the sky, and are quietly waiting for the final moment.

Lin Sanjiu was recalled by a subtle voice.

"Long, sir..."

She opened her eyes and looked at the sound and found that the thin young boy had not known when she approached Spartan. He held the back of the chair with one hand. It seemed a little nervous. The body was hard and arched into a semi-bow shape. The lips were pale like the skin, and the acne on the cheeks was more blood red.

Sitting on the opposite side of the blond man, lazily raised his gaze and gently "hmm?" He seems to be tired just now, like a small person for a while, and there is a thick, hoarse sleep in the voice.

"Sir, that, me," the boy was covered in his gaze, and his throat was like a wire wrapped around him. The voice was as tight as it was: "I... I want to ask you... ”

"what's up?"

"That... now we have not opened the radar..."

“Yeah,” Spartan smiled, relaxing and resting leisurely on the back of the chair: “What?”

"This - isn't that strange?" This sentence suddenly broke through the boy's throat and blurted out: "We don't even know where we are, where we are going, and there are fog everywhere, how--how-"

When he said this, he subconsciously blinked and slammed his head. Everyone was attracted to his attention just now, and at this time they turned a face to him. Each face has the same calm look.

The boy’s thinking was not slow, and although his face was suddenly ugly, he still hurriedly changed his mouth: “...how can I reach Shambhala?”

Even if Lin Sanjiu sees it, what he originally wanted to say is that this is not the case at all.

"Strange," his chief raised his hand and raised a blond hair, laughing: "Did you not sense the biological navigation in your body?"

"Life... biological navigation?"

"Where is Shambhala?" Spartan suddenly asked. His eyes still stayed on the boy, but apparently he was not asking him; because his voice just fell, the people in the entire air train extended their arms in the same direction - the boy used a glimpse of the light, and immediately A shock, a few steps back.

An arm, densely and steadily carried into the sky, pointing to the right front.

The boy tightened his back tightly, making his shoulders look narrower and his head looking bigger. "I... I understand, I didn't pay attention to it..." His face floated with clear horror, and he swallowed his throat. He stunned Spartan: "Sir, is it?" ...Do you also have this biological navigation?"

"of course."

The boy was like a stick, standing for a few seconds. When he was about to go back, he was stopped again - "You are sitting next to me," Spartan whispered. "After a while, you follow me."

He sat down with his eyeslid and squatted down, glanced at his sir, and did not know that he had fallen into the eyes of Lin San.

"What is your name?" She opened her mouth and shocked him. He shrank back and glanced at Spartan. He nodded when he saw him. Then he replied with caution: "...my name is Meme."

This boy named Mihm seems to be full of respect for Sbaan.

Lin San was silent and observed him quietly from Yu Guangzhong for a while. The boy was not very old, the facial features collapsed, and his face was acne, only the light in his eyes was very active; he thought for a moment, whispering to Spartan: "Sir, you have been to Shambhala. ?"

The blond man shook his head: "No."

"That... why do you want to go to Shambhala?" Mihm's voice was very low, even if he was sitting opposite Lin Lin Sanjiu and Yu Yuan, he could only faintly capture a little corner. When the boy’s voice fell, Spartan suddenly raised his head and looked at the two. A few people saw each other’s doubts in their eyes.

By the way, why do they want to go to Shambhala? Why is it coming?

Mihm waited for a while, and his chief was always frowning and didn't answer. When he spoke again, he even took a pleading in his tone: "Sir, you... please think about it... What the **** is it? You Can you tell me why everyone - I mean, why are we so desperate to go to Shambhala and not even the arsenal?"

Spartan breathed a sigh of relief and buried his face in the palm of his hand; his blond hair slipped down, like a ray of sunshine piercing the air, depicting his finger joints with staggered light.

Mihm’s next sentence, with a whispered whisper, was full of sincere concerns: “You... are you all right?”

Not waiting for Spartan to respond, the boy suddenly dropped a hand on his shoulder - a middle-aged woman wearing a uniform from the security department, picking up his clothes and picking him up; just as she lowered her head, Mihm immediately struggled to screw his neck around, and a strip of blue ribs embossed from the red skin: "What are you doing! I was kissed, I have been kissed!"

It’s just that there are no silver three hundred and two here.

Lin Sanjiu stared at the two people who were constantly struggling in front of him. It felt like the teacher’s voice seemed to be big in the head; two opposite thoughts were tearing her soul--"Let him go," when she When she heard this drink, she realized that the voice was out of her mouth: "Let him go, don't pass it!"

The middle-aged woman had a meal and turned her head and looked at her. She never let go of her hand: "...why?"

Lin Sanjiu stood straight and stared at the two. Mihm was horrified, but he still didn't dare to let go of his heart; he licked Lin Sanji from the corner of his eye, but his face twisted to the other side, for fear that one would accidentally be touched by the lips.

"Because Shambhala is here," she said slowly.

The line of light that had just ignited in Mee’s eyes was suddenly congested by this sentence. As he slowly turned his neck slowly, the hand on his shoulder suddenly slammed away - the middle-aged woman apparently felt it, and rushed to the window, horrified to scare Mem; Everyone in the train stood up and looked out of the window.

In the raging wind of the helicopter, the fog floated around and quickly revealed the pale earth beneath it. The head of the air train followed the helicopter and fell down. "Boom", everyone was stunned by the heavy tremors; under high-speed taxiing, they re-energized the body in a twist, both eyes Lighted up.

"Come on," I don't know who can't restrain it and excitedly whispered, "Come on!"

"Shambala!"

"Hurry, go out!"

From the train, there was a cry of people crying, laughing, and self-sustaining; even without Spartan speaking, members of the arsenal opened the door. The sky and mist of the outside world suddenly poured into the door, and the coolness filled the nose, like pieces of crushed ice floating in the water.

"Go, go!" Someone trembled - it was an evolutionary. He didn't even wait for the arsenal to retreat from the door, he pushed him out and couldn't wait to rush out; he As soon as they went out, the people who had just cooperated in the theater suddenly became red-eyed, stepping on each other's feet and pushing the backs of others, rushing out of the door.

Lin Sanjiu’s heart jumped in the chest, and the skin that was suddenly accelerated by the blood flow was slightly itchy; even when she was on her first date with her first love, she was never so excited. However, she, Spartan and Yu Yuan, but the only group of people who did not move - not that they did not want to go out early, because some people clung to their hands in chaos.

"Please," Mehm’s eyes glowed with urgency and whispered: "Sir, sir, you think about it, are you all right? Why are you here?"

He grabbed Spartan's sleeves in one hand and held Lin Sanji in one hand.

Perhaps he can see that once Lin Sanjiu is gone, he may not be able to retain his sir; therefore, Mihm does not dare to let go, half squatting on the ground, with his feet against the ground, only pleading over and over again. Road: "Sir, just wait five minutes, five minutes!"

Yu Yuan was not pulled, but because Lin Sanjiu couldn't walk, he couldn't walk anymore; he looked very impatient. He squatted back and forth several times and shouted: "What are you doing? Don't hurry up. He? Shamballa is outside, but we can't get out!"

When a few people spoke, the people in the train had already rumbling and hurriedly plunged into the thick fog outside. The fog was tumbling outside, and it looked like a piece of water that was boiled and snoring. When people walked in, they almost drowned out the shadows, and only their crying laughter was still echoing.

"Wait for another five minutes, sir," said Mem, holding Spartan deadly. He seemed to be able to loosen the Lin San wine at any time and use all his strength to save Spartan. Lin Sanjiu felt that half of his soul was anxious to throw it out, but the other half was squatting and unwilling to move. Under the contradiction, she just stood squatting and staring at Mihm.

"You listen," the boy almost cried out. "There is no sound outside!"

When the three men looked at each other and heard the ears again, they found that there was only a dead silence in the fog.

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