Chapter 777

No matter who you are, whether you have been kissed at the moment, and how your past life has come... At the moment you set foot on the land of Shambala, everything will die with the wind.

Now, the destination is very close.

The air train followed the helicopters in front and sailed for nearly an hour in the vast fog filled with vision. All the radar navigation systems have been turned off. Except for the roar of engines and propellers, there is only the continuous surging and rolling, silent fog in the dead world.

People are sitting in their seats, some eyes closed, some looking at the sky outside the window, quietly waiting for the arrival of the final moment.

Lin Sanjiu was called back by a subtle sound.

"Chief, sir..."

She opened her eyes, followed the prestige, and found that the thin young boy had approached sparan at some time. Holding the back of the chair with one hand, he seemed a little nervous. His body was hard arched into a half bow, and his lips were as pale as his skin, making the pockmarks on his cheeks more bloody.

The blonde man sitting opposite her raised his eyes lazily and gently "hmm?" Let out a sound. He seemed to be tired just now, and took a nap like others. At this time, his voice was still full of thick, hoarse sleep.

"Sir, that, me," as soon as the boy was covered by his eyes, his throat suddenly seemed to be wrapped with a steel wire, and his voice was so tight that it seemed to break: "I... I want to ask you..."

"What is it?"

"Well... Now we haven't turned on the radar..."

"Yes," spaan smiled and leaned back in his chair. "What's the matter?"

"Isn't this -- isn't it strange?" This sentence suddenly burst through the boy's throat and blurted out: "we don't even know where we are and where we are going, and there is fog everywhere, how - how -"

When he said this, he suddenly stopped talking in a blink of an eye. Everyone was attracted by him just now. At this time, they all turned their faces towards him. Every face has the same calm look.

The boy's thinking reaction was not slow. Although his face suddenly looked ugly, he still hurriedly changed his mouth: "... How can I get to Shambhala?"

Even Lin Sanjiu could see that what he originally wanted to say was not at all.

"Strange," his officer raised his hand, folded his blond hair, and said with a smile, "don't you sense the biological navigation in your body?"

"Life... Biological navigation?"

"Where is Shambhala?" Spaan suddenly asked. His eyes were still on the boy, but obviously he was not asking questions; As soon as his voice fell, the people in the whole air train all stretched out their arms at the same time - the boy glanced with his spare light, his expression immediately shook, and staggered back a few steps.

One arm after another, tightly packed and neatly lifted into the sky, pointing to the front right.

The boy shrunk his back tightly, making his shoulders look narrower and his head look bigger. "I... I see, I didn't pay attention just now..." a clear panic floated on his face for a moment, and he finally swallowed his saliva. He glanced at spaan: "Sir, do you... Do you also have this biological navigation?"

"Of course."

The boy stood stupefied for a few seconds as if he had been hit by a stick. He stammered to go back, but was stopped again - "you sit next to me." Spaan whispered, "when I arrive at my destination in a moment, you follow me closely."

He sat down with drooping eyelids and shivering, glancing at his officer secretly, but he didn't know that it all fell into Lin Sanjiu's eyes.

"What's your name?" Her opening startled him. He shrank back, glanced at spaan first, saw him nod, and then replied with vigilance: "... My name is MIM."

The boy named MIM seemed to have full respect for spaan.

Lin Sanjiu was silent and quietly observed him for a while from Yu Guangzhong. The boy is not old, with flat facial features and pockmarks on his face. Only the light in his eyes is very vivid; He tilted his head for a moment and whispered to spaan, "Sir, have you ever been to Shambala?"

The blonde man shook his head, "No."

"Then... Why do you want to go to Shambala so much?" MIM's voice was very low, and even Lin Lin San Jiu and Yu Yuan sitting opposite could only vaguely capture a little corner. As soon as the boy's voice fell, spaan suddenly raised his head and looked at each other. They saw a moment of doubt in each other's eyes.

By the way, why do they want to go to Shambala so much?

After waiting for a while, MIM saw that his officer always frowned and didn't answer. When he spoke again, he even begged in his tone: "Sir, you... Please think about it... Where is it? Can you tell me why everyone - I mean, why do we all want to go to Shambala so urgently that we don't even return to the arsenal?"

Spaan breathed and buried his face in his palm; His blond hair fell down, like wisps of sunlight penetrating the air, tracing his knuckles with interlaced light and shadow.

MIM's next sentence, trembling with air, was full of sincere worry: "are you... Are you all right?"

Before spaan could respond, a hand suddenly fell from the boy's shoulder - a middle-aged woman in a security department uniform, grabbed his clothes and pulled him up; Just as she lowered her head, MIM immediately struggled and twisted her neck hard, and blue veins protruded from her red skin: "what are you doing? I've been kissed, I've been kissed!"

There is no silver here for threehundred Liang.

Lin Sanjiu stared at the two people who were constantly struggling in front of him, and felt that the voice of the teacher in his mind suddenly seemed to be loud; Two diametrically opposed thoughts were tearing her soul - "let go of him." when she heard the cry, she realized that the sound came from her mouth: "let go of him, don't pass it!"

The middle-aged woman paused, glanced at her, and never let go: "... Why?"

Lin Sanjiu stood straight and stared at them without blinking. MIM was terrified and didn't seem to be able to let go; He glanced at Lin Sanjiu from the corner of his eyes, but turned his face to the other side, for fear that someone might accidentally touch his lips.

"Because Shambhala has arrived." She said slowly.

The light in MIM's eyes just lit up, and was immediately frozen by this sentence. When he turned his neck slowly and rigidly, the hand on his shoulder suddenly loosened - the middle-aged woman obviously felt it, and rushed close to the window, so urgent that she even startled MIM; Everyone in the air train stood up and looked out of the window.

In the roaring wind raised by the helicopter, the fog scattered in circles, quickly exposing the pale and rugged earth below. The head of the air train immediately followed the helicopter and fell down, "bang", and the people were thrown off the ground by heavy tremors; Under the high-speed sliding, they staggered to stabilize their bodies again, and their eyes lit up.

"Here it is," I don't know who can't help shouting excitedly, "here it is!"

"Shambhala!"

"Come on, get out!"

From the train, people cried and laughed, unable to help themselves; Even before spaan could speak, members of the Arsenal opened the door. The outside sky light and fog immediately rushed into the door, cool and diffuse in the nose, like pieces of broken ice floating in the water.

"Go, go!" Someone trembled and shouted - it was an evolutionist. He pushed him out of the door and rushed out without waiting for the people in the arsenal to step back from the door; As soon as he went out, the docile people who had just worked together in the theater suddenly blushed, stepped on each other's feet and pushed others' backs, and rushed out of the door.

Lin Sanjiu's heart was pounding in his chest, and the suddenly accelerated blood flow hit his skin slightly itchy; Even on her first date with her first love in life, she had never been so excited. However, she, spaan and Yu Yuan were the only group of people who didn't move - it was not that they didn't want to go out early, but that someone grabbed their hands tightly in the chaos.

"Please," MIM pleaded in a low voice with panic in his eyes, "Sir, sir, think again, is everything all right with you? Why are you here?"

He grabbed sebaan's sleeve with one hand, but Lin Sanjiu with the other.

Maybe he saw that once Lin Sanjiu left, it would be difficult for him to keep his boss; So Mihm didn't dare to let go at all. He squatted on the ground, put his feet on the ground, and begged again and again, "Sir, just wait five minutes, five minutes!"

Yu Yuan was not held, but because Lin Sanjiu couldn't go, he couldn't go either; He looked very impatient, stamped his feet back and forth several times, and shouted, "what are you doing in a daze? Don't get rid of him quickly? Shambala is outside, but we can't get out slowly!"

When several people spoke, the people in the train had already rumbled away and hurriedly disappeared into the thick fog outside. The fog billowed outside, looking like a piece of boiling, bubbling water. As soon as people walked in, they were almost immediately submerged, and only their tears and laughter were still reverberating.

"Wait five more minutes, sir," MIM desperately pulled spaan - he seemed to be able to loosen Lin Sanjiu at any time and use all his strength to retain spaan. Lin Sanjiu only felt that half of her soul was anxious to rush out, but the other half roared and refused to move. Under the contradiction, she just stood stunned and stared at MIM.

"Listen," the boy almost cried, "there's no sound outside!"

The three men looked cold. When they listened again, they found that there was really only dead silence left in the fog.

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