Owantawind，saidthegeneralpleasecomewithme.
Owindonthefirsthorse，beckoneduskeepupwithmetojumponthetwoblackbacktowardtheriverdirection.
Whenthewindhasblownthetreebegantoswing，branchesrushingsound，thegroundofshrubandgrasswereblownontheground，twoblackhaironmyfacefromtimetotime(shouldplungeintoabraidforhim)Ilookedupandsawthecloudspaceofchangeaccelerated.
Allthesoldiershandsonasilvergunsquattedontheground，thesilvershellinthesunthelightsomeswayeyesarehardtoopen.
LeftagainaIsuddenlyfeeltheairaround，thenIseethereunderthetreeinfrontofatransparentblasts，justlikeinthehottestdogdaysatnoon，inthemountainsorstoneroadwillseeheatwavesinthegroundlikewatertranspiration，makeappearslightlydistortedvision.
Atthistimethetemperatureisnothigh，butoverallandshrubsunderthetreeisonthewaytotheairflowinthepast，thesehaveverystrongenergyfluctuationsingas.
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Generalyes，thesoundofthewindinthewindisstillclear，voiceofbreathcanbecondensedontheline，toeachother‘sears，andinsuchabigwind，therewasagoodothewind.
Thegreatertheclosertotheriverflowandthewind，thosewhogrowverythicktreesalsoblownswing，greatlythehorseheadtwistedtoonesideofthewind，tryingtorunforward，twoblackalsolowerbodyfromtimetotimewiththearmtotouchtheground.
Atthistimecan‘tseethesnakeinthewoods，andnootheranimal，couldforcethemarchingrouteallanimalsarehiding，sometimesthewind“attachedtothedream，“theclothesmakehesuddenlyseemedtoseehim，butthatheheadLouintheoutsidecan‘tseepeopleatthemoment，butifhisheadfloatingonhorseback.
Fortunately，istheday.
Hiswhiskersonthecuffinfrontoftheairtwist，notfarfromwhereIseetherearecloudslightup，maybeblowngasnolongerfocusedbutisthefeelingofthewindtoblowaway.
Huahuaofthesoundofwaterinthefront，suddenlyIfoundthatthegroundintheriverdirectionhasathickcloud，andwasnotfarfrontisalongvalley.
Theoriginalistheriverinthecanyon，andthatvalleyatthemomentthereareclouds.
Placehasnoanyplant，ontheedgeofthecanyonarebrownwithchunksofsandstone，thestoneslabshape，looksveryhard，layercascadefoldsareeverywhere，thesandbythewindofthegroundontheedgeofthecloudlookslikethecloudoutsideofnepotism.
Owindfromhorsebackscoredabigburden，theburdenIsawbefore，hereisthegeneralhuguenotplans，thefogherearetoxic，youseethecanyonedgeearlynothinggrows，thestoneshavebeeneroded.
WaitaminuteIwilltakeyoufromtheinsideofthetunnelbottomgoto，isnotfromtheoutside.
Itookthebaggageopenonsee，therearetwosetsofwindandwearthesamedreamdress，butthehairisnotlikehimtobefastened.
Besideeachclothesandabambootubeattachedtothewaistposition，theendoftheblackwhiskersattachedtoclothes，thisshouldbeattachedtothedreamoflifeenergybox，accordingtosaidbeforethewindwilldropofbloodisgod.
Added，owind，generalwearbeforeyoufromoneendofthebambootubedripintotheindexofblood，inthosehecanputon，aftertheeventbecauseofdreamisself-awareitwillcontinuewithyoudialogueinconsciousness，aslongasyougiveitanameandthenletitquiet.
Ithinkit‘sinterestingtoputtwoblackliketentwiththedreamthatthrewhimfrombehind，thewindwassostronghehavetwothumbsjusthold，clotheswerescrapingthelidonhisface.
Mybloodhasthepowerofthedream，thedreammadenotonlyplants，butalsotheirownconsciousness，ifithasabsorbedmybloodwillchange，butitdidn‘tactuallydon‘tknowwhatwill.
Owindcametoaboardinfrontoftherock，rockfracturebeingpewterlooksveryhard，owinddownwithbothhandsontheedgeofthestone，themouthopensoundyouwillthatpiecelooksnearlytwometreslongmorethanametrewide，thicktwohandbreadthwidestonelifted.
Therockisrevealingadarkentranceaswell.
Thesestonesdesultorily，grotesqueincanyonedge，ifnotmakethemarkissimplycan‘tfindtheentrancetothebelow.
General，wewaitamomentgodowntoyouandtheblackgeneralchangeclothes，suchasinthefollowingweneedprotectionofdream.
I‘lldropofblood，godsaidtotheendoftheopenbambootubeplug，cutthemiddlefingeroftheblooddripintotheinside.
Clothessuddenlymovedonce，twoblackandwindcansee，bothofthemaregatheredtogetherhere，justhelpmetoblockthewind.
Thenattachedtospillthetentaclescoarsenedvisibletothenakedeye，andthenasafilling，rootsattachedtoclothesalsofollowtodrumupatoneend.
LookingatitsoIstillhavesomenottrust，activebuthavedroptorecognizetheLord，itwasputonfirst，thengoahead.
Attacheddreamisactuallyabigcoatandapairoftrousers，theaboveisasetofheadoftwocuffs，herehavetwolegs，Ipickedupaspillonthewaist，firstworerobesoftwolegsandatowardthehead，aputonthedressassuddenconvulsionsoftwistedtogether，screwsleeveliketheropetightonmysoftarmor，pants，too，thetentacleslikeacordaroundthesleevesandhems.
ThegreatpowerthroughthesoftarmorIalsocanfeelitspower，howcanitbe，Iheardthewinddifferenceofsaid.
Sosaidthedreamstateisnotnormal，attachedtwoblackhandovertotheattachmentofthisdreamrip，waitaminute，thewindwhatstoppedhim.
Hereistheworkofwaternadis，thisattachedanddripintothedreamoftheblood，meigeneral:itisanatureseemstobechanged.
Beforehemet，thetentacleslikesteelwereallsetupandthelocationoftheclothesandotherbecametransparentlikealiquidbegantosoften.