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47, the black-faced god receives 800

The wind gradually picked up.

With such a strong northwest wind and such beautiful weather, it would be a damn pity to waste it.

Kicking Wu Die'er away, she took a deep, speechless breath: "What a waste of my energy, get out of the way."

Wu Dieer almost rolled and crawled to the corner.

"I'm going to go into battle myself. If I fall to my death, I'll succeed. If I don't fall to my death, I'll be successful."

Wu Die'er watched in horror as Mu Yunsang's upper body reached into the bamboo circle, holding the copper ring in front of the big kite with both hands, and then, carrying a huge kite on his back, retreated to the back of the platform.

Get up and run wildly, with the wind blowing in your ears, one step, two steps, three steps.



The moment the hang glider flew off the platform, Mu Yunsang only heard a few "stuck" sounds, and she shouted in her heart that something was wrong.

Sure enough, the most worrying thing happened.

Although the bamboo frame is light, it is too brittle. Under the dual pressure of air resistance and its gravity, the most important brackets have begun to break.

She tried hard to adjust her center of gravity, but to no avail. After holding on for less than fifteen seconds, the main frame of the hang glider broke apart.

The coat of the hang glider was also cut off by the broken bamboo, and her entire body plummeted in a parabola shape toward the northwest.

Now she no longer calculates what needs to be improved on this hang glider, but begins to calculate the probability of hanging on a branch, the probability of falling on the roof, and the probability of falling into a dog's mouth.

By the way, I also calculated the probability that she would survive without being injured or disabled.

The result is that it is probably a dream to land without any injuries.

Facts have proven that dreams can sometimes come true.

Just when she thought she was about to fall to pieces, her entire body, along with the remains of the glider on her body, was grabbed by something and stopped falling at a high speed.

Less than five meters above the ground, she began to slowly descend.

Come to think of it, she didn't even create a parachute function for the hang glider.

When she looked up at the sky, she saw a black face, a huge black face, hovering over her like a god, holding the hang glider wreckage on her body and her hanging on the hang glider wreckage, as if holding her by the hand.

The chicken's wings fell to the ground.


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