Lazy God Possession

Nan Ming, the bear child, even played Silence as a remote control toy. The greatest mathematician in the world may not be able to count the psychological shadow area of ​​Lu Xingcheng at this time.

But at this moment, the silent number that lost control, suddenly, head down, one head to download!

"Ah!" On the Silence, screams broke through the sky, and those tourists on Mount Kilimanjaro were even more shocked.

Silence is like a runaway piece of wood, heading down, plunging into the sea of ​​clouds near Mount Kilimanjaro, disappearing.

The tourists at the top of Kilimanjaro looked at the bottom of the mountain nervously, waiting for the roar of the explosion to come.

but.

Nothing.

After engulfing the Silence, the sea of ​​clouds in Mount Kilimanjaro, like the water surface after the high tide, floats slowly, and you can see that in the gaps between the clouds and clouds, occasionally a red light is lit, that is silence Nocturnal inflammation.

The huge silence is still so small in this sea of ​​clouds. The whole silence is like being swallowed up by this sea of ​​clouds, except for the slight red light, you can see nothing.

After entering the sea of ​​clouds, there was no visual intuition. For the people on the Silent, it was almost scary.

Do you want to parachute? Is it about to hit the mountain? What should I do? How to do?

Lu Xingcheng was scared. He took the handle and pulled it frantically. He wanted to pull up the Silence again. Silence seemed to be circling and falling. No matter how he manipulated it, Silence still maintained its original trajectory. It seemed to be locked by an invisible force.

"Hahahaha ..." It wasn't until Nanming laughed loudly that he realized that there was a handle in this guy's hand!

Lu Xingcheng wanted to seize it, Nanming quickly said: "Don't take it again, I really want to crash!"

"I believe you're weird! It's Xiaobai who is in control now!" Lu Xingcheng suddenly responded. How could the handicapped party like Yinanming use the handle to control the silent number?

Silent is such a huge beast that ordinary pilots ca n’t fly, can Nanming do it?

"Then you try?" Nan Ming was about to throw away the handle in his hand. Lu Xingcheng was shocked and said quickly: "Don't! Don't!"

Nan Ming's mind, he can't guess, who knows who is manipulating the Silence now?

No matter who is manipulating Silence, there is no doubt that Silence did not crash.

A few seconds after Silence plunged into the clouds, the clouds shook suddenly, as if they had been boiled.

For this cloud that is thousands of kilometers thick and has a range of hundreds of kilometers, the Silence is very small.

But after all, Silence is also a behemoth that is over a hundred meters long and over ten meters high.

On the mountainside of Kilimanjaro, in a cloud-covered camp, many people were unable to climb to the top of the mountain, or because they lacked a guide and were afraid to continue to climb upwards, those who had to wait here were also looking up. The sky.

They heard that Silence was above the clouds, but the thick clouds blocked their sight, leaving them to see the heroic pose of Silence for themselves.

Most of the people who will chase here are supporters of Lazy Technology, or crazy fans of Silence, who have already arrived here, but they are a bit behind, but they ca n’t realize their dreams. Not to mention the uncomfortable feeling.

Several seniors are discussing, not waiting for the guide, just climb up directly, a few older, more stable people are persuading them: "Don't be impulsive, even if you go up, I am afraid that Silence has already Let ’s go. Once you have an accident on the mountain, it ’s troublesome ... ”

Their persuasion was actually right, but the annoyance of not being able to achieve the goal made these people very stubborn. Regardless of the result, they would not forgive themselves if they did not try it.

There were two fathers and sons in it. The father was pulling his son hard to let him go. The son was helpless, but couldn't help sighing, and looked up helplessly into the sky.

There are many "fans" in this world. Train fans can take all their hard work and use all their holidays to ride trains all over the country. Even if they are tired and crowded, they will be happy. Ship fans can rush to a specific harbour for the landing of any favorite ship, and see the style of the ship. Bus fans know every transfer on the bus line ...

And they were boat fans before. Both father and son have been engaged in ship-related work. The father was a ship worker and the son became a ship engineer. Later, the father and son opened a boat factory together. Unfortunately, the shipyard is now precooled. The two men's shipyards had difficulty operating, and almost all the workers were fired, relying on the father and son to take private work to subsidize maintenance.

Even so, the two spent all their savings and came to Africa.

This obsession is not enough to describe in words. It is not noble or humble, but it is extremely sincere.

I really just want to look at it with my own eyes.

But I am afraid this dream cannot be achieved.

"Let's wait for the next time, the next legendary trip, there is still a chance ..." my father bitterly advised.

"Next time, I'm afraid we don't even have the money for the plane ticket." The son struggled in his heart, looking at his father's begging eyes, and couldn't say anything about going up the mountain.

They are not extreme sportsmen, and climbing is indeed a very dangerous activity for them, not to mention without a guide.

Just then, someone suddenly yelled, "Look!"

what?

Everyone looked up in the direction the man was pointing.

In the clouds, it was like a flame ignited, and in the gaps between the clouds, the red light burst out and was particularly dazzling.

It's like red lightning.

This red light grew brighter and brighter until a clearly visible red circle was formed, and the clouds around this circle seemed to be stirred by a giant hand.

A huge cloud with a diameter of at least more than ten kilometers rolled up and down, gradually thinning, revealing the rapid flight in it.

"That's ... Silence?" The father and son no longer quarreled, both eyes widened, looking at the sky.

The Silent is flying around an invisible center of the circle, with a large fuselage and extremely high speed, creating a huge pressure in front of the Silent, allowing the water vapor in the sky to quickly condense. The engines of the six sub-engines sprayed an extremely hot flame, which re-evaporated the water droplets in the clouds into water vapor.

Under the simultaneous effects of two different effects, the clouds in this circle quickly turned into pouring rain, pouring down wildly, and a fine silk thread was connected between the heavens and the earth.

And on the periphery of this circle, the clouds are gradually fading at a speed that is visible to the naked eye, and are constantly expanding, just like an expanding black hole appears in the sky.

No, it's a blue hole.

Behind the huge cloud hole that Silence opened up is a blue sky like a gem.

The brightness of the sun was projected from the cloud cave, and was obliquely illuminated in the campsite on the mountainside. The tents, wooden houses and all people on the mountainside were plated with gold.

At this moment, almost everyone felt the kind of enthusiasm that the sun shone on them. They seemed to hear the silent number talking, and the sunlight was the sound of the silent number. It said, "This is for you."

Lazy gods never let their fans down.

After doing all this, Silence painted a spiral circle ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ dived down from the clouds, when it fell to a very low point, it lifted the hull again, like a sharp sword, pierced After the sky, it re-submerged into the clouds.

This is a figure for the half-hill **** of Mount Kilimanjaro, so strong and charming.

On the slopes of Mount Kilimanjaro, everyone looked at the golden blue caves that opened above the clouds, and couldn't speak for a long time.

The father and son, who were still together, looked at each other and saw the uncontrollable tears in the other's eyes.

Because of all these unbelievable sights in front of me, because of the beauty of the Silence, because it was specifically for their appearance.

At the top of Mount Kilimanjaro, tourists looked down at Silence rising from the clouds like a sharp arrow across the sky, with the roaring sound, flying all the way east, and never looked back.

Several J-7 tails escorted, and the legendary journey was about to end.

The cloud hole that was dug out from above the cloud layer remained there for a long time, and it lasted for several hours before it was smoothed again. (To be continued.)