havethematerialcanbethroughthechannel，thedreamspaceoneachfloorspaceinadditiontotheroottheremustbeotherimportandexportofthemirror.
YanJinEr!
BeforethatIthoughthadthedreamofspaceandwindbows，oneselfisthegreatman，itseems，atleastIwasaweakslaginthenightmare，protectthefamily.
Yes!!!!!!
Sincethewindbowandwindarrow，canfollowmeinandoutofthedreamofspace，andcanshootfromdreamspaceoutside，isthatit'sarrowstowearoutthreelayersofspace?
Toolatetoconsidersomuch，mypositionfromthebackoftheroyalairforce，pullthebowstring，windarrowonatthistimewasthesoulofairparceldon'tseeisthearrow，islikeawhitefluorescentlamptube.
Thewindbreakkillniangcoax，YanJinEryouseethearrowdowntohelp!
Aftermyelbowbackagaintothelimit，bang!
Windarrowshotonthebowstring，butthendisappeared，thenonthesecondfloor，onthetopofthesoulairsuddenlysurgeupthen...
Haslongbeenthedreamofspaceislikeanofficebuilding，frommeintothefirstlayertohigherutilizationrateofthesecondlayer，andthentoaccidentallybrokeintothethirdlayer，thespacebesidesendlesssoulanddreamsdon'thaveotherelementsandstructuretree.
Now，however，appearedonthetopofthesecondfloorofahugetornado!
Inmyimpressiononthesecondflooroftheroofshouldbelikeasoillesscultivationtechnologyofmaterial，sincethetreecangrowfromthreelayersunderthetree，seehereonthesecondfloor.
Butatthemomentofatornadolookshundredsofmetersofaltitude，hasbecomeofthewhitespiritgasatthemomentcolored，thecondensingpowerlookcreepy!
IfIwasintrouble，Itookthewindbowsjuststoodthere，atornadoisthesoulofgasslowlyrotating，IfeltlikeIwasdraggedtotheeyeofthestorm，whenthedreamsunderthetree，adreamsuddenlyalightyellowlight，themorelightisaboutto，Idon'tknowwhatitrepresents，butnowthesituationintothedreamfruitmaybewise.
I'mtryingtomovetodreamtree，stepslikebeingheld，clothesblowngrins，anxietyanddepressedinmyheart，thisisalsoanightmare?
OrwhatdidIdostupidthings，whetherthewindbowruinthedreamspace，whatI'vedone...
Myeyecanthustornupwithheavysteps，finallycametoadreamunderthetree，thefruitwasalreadybright，likeacarheadlampsIholdasteadytheirbranches，withawaveofwindbows，thefruitwasbeatenbythewindmeshbowdown.
Fruitbythesuctionofthestormasitlandedaway，Iforgottothink，fierceonedengtrunk，consciousnessatthebackoftheroyalair，descendedonfruit.
Thiswaytothetreewhentheskylight，inthedirectionofthestormlikearrowsshotout.
Thestormcenterclosetotheheadthehalo，alsowithaheadachelikesymptomsinpatientswithhypertension.
I'mabitdown.
Headlikehittingthesidewall，thebodyhasbeenstopped.
Thereareyellowsoulgasaroundthebody，whatyoudidnotenterintothedream，isstillinthedream，inthespaceofthetornadodestroyeddaystillinfrontofthedestroyedlandinrevolvingslowly!
Whatisthis?
Childe，yourarrowsformedthisstorm，ifyoucan'tstopitassoonaspossible，you'rehere，thesoulofthegaswillbeabsorbedbystormall，eventuallyitwilldestroyyouallhere.
ThevoiceofYanJinEr!
Ican'thelpyou，becauseIdon'thaveadream，youmadeinthestorm，youwill，andthroughthispowerfulstormpassedtomehere，butthepriceisalittlebig.
I:YanJinErIneedyourhelp，please.
Thestormwasmadebyyourarrows，anditisalsoyourweapons，butitabsorbtoomuchsoul，I'mafraidyouherewillcomplementthesoulassoonaspossible，otherwiseyourmindspace，oh，isyourdreamspacewillnotbeabletosupportfortoolong.
Me:ismyweapon?
Thisistheseedofthelandoftheloy，itisthelasttimewemet，Icanstayinyourbody，yourstormbroughtthistimeyouwill，Iwillactivatetheseedsinadvance，itandyoucanwindmeshbowoutofthedreamspace，butwithyourmindpowercansupportwillnotlong.
Indreamspace，havethesoulspiritsupportitcannotrestrictedbytime，youcantakeitfromsomeoneelse'sdream，butleavethedreamspace，canonlyrelyonyoursenseofpower，mymindisaffectedbythestormsoftheyoucan'tsaywithyoumore，Iwishyouaspeedygetstronger，fulfilltheirmission.
YanJinErfinishedthese，youdidn't.
HowdoIuseit?
Methisspaceandtheobviouslymuchsmallercousin，gasspaceinsidetheyellowsouliswhatIseeinthethirdlayerofthatkindofyellowsoul，untilnowIstilldon'tquiteunderstandwhatrolethesoulgas，fromwhichcomeof.
Butletmegotosomeoneelse'sdreamlikerememberplantingtrees，mindfulnessandgoodwillinadreamspacegeneratedgas.
Butoneselfgogettreeseed?
YanJinErsaysthestormwillabsorblightthesoul，andeventuallydestroyhere，itwouldonlygetitout，lookingattheendoftheworld'ssight，letmegogetatornado，theideawillnottooserious，butYanJinErsaidthestormwascausedbymyarrows，andthereismywill，soitwillnotlistentome?
Ilearnedtomycousinlookslikehunkereddown，IrememberatthetimeofYangplasticcity，hewasthoughtsuggestingtheconsciousnessoftheirbodies，sinceitismywillastheiravatars.
Igentlyspitoutasighofrelief，fullclosedhiseyes，Istillfeelyourstateofconsciousness，andconsciousnessandtheairflowaround，reallylikehisownconsciousnessintheair，Ifeltclearly，ownfronthaveawhirlpoollikehell!
Itselfintheskyofthevortex，thevortexoneeyecan'tseetheedge，Ihavejustglancelikedeathonce(Idon'tknowwhohadsuchexperience，evenifintheseaisnotlikelytoseesuchalargevortex，itsrotationwhenIfeelthewholeworldcanbeconsumedbyit，Ihaveseeninthemeteorologicalforecastmeteorologicalsatellite，theswirlingcloudswereonlyafewcentimeters，watchingonTVbutifwecanontheground，itmorethanadozencentimetersplaceislikelytobeacitysize)
Whatrecoiledsaidthismomentislessthanonethousand，Ifeelthisisnotthemostimportant，butmyheartsuddenlyunderstand，ifyouwanttocontrolthestorm，Iwouldfallintothestorm...
Crazy!!!!
Watchingcartoonwhenyouweresmall，easilysayyourstrengthfromyouwanttoprotectthepeopleandthings，Ithinkjustlietochildren，butsincecominghere，Ideeplyfeltthissentenceisthetruth，howmanytimesofstruggleandstruggleagainstdifficultiesandobstacles，andbythetruthtohisfamily'sguardianoffaith.
Butthismoment，momkiddoinoutside，don'tknowwhatisbeingclosedforfivegeneralorothertraps，eachminutemighthaveabouttheirlives，thereare，ofcourse，bearachild.
Inowfelthisdistantlikeinthereallife，vaguecan'tremember.
Butatthatmoment，mymindhascomeupwiththeideaofabusinessopportunity，ifinrealitythebungeejumping，farmworkers...importprojectionontheseaawhirlpool，higherresolution，itmuststimulatetoletpeopleplayurinetrousers!
Comeon...
Eyes，bigIletmyselfsettlethetone，fellfromthesky.
Timeseemedtobecomeveryslowly，adarkwithoutanylightinthestorm，ifeventhelighthasbeenswallowed，thenwhatisthetimeinthestorm?
Theywerevortexpulling，consciousnessgraduallyblurred，can'tentertainfoolishideas.
Sinceitismywillthatmyconsciousness，loyplaceseedsappeared，Ihavelivedinmindtheidea...
，asoundisringing，Iopenedmyeyes.
Himselfwasinthelandoftheloysquareblock，andbeforeheshotouthimselfinfrontofthewindofarrows，thearrowatthemomentislikeafluorescenttube，buttheoutsideiswrappedinyellowspiritgasloy.
Ireachedoutandpickedupthearrowandmomentarmasbeingshocked，andmyeyeshadbecomeaboundlesschaos，Iclearlyrealizethat...
ThisandfeellikewhenYangplasticcity，thoughisthestorm，butfeelisaformofconsciousness.
Iatthemoment...
Ilookedupandlookedatupperpart，awhitemist，andsheislikeahungrynow5ofthehungry，justwanttoconsumemoresoularound，asifjusteatalittlelesshimselfwilldissipatehere，theinthemindverypanic，justwanttokeepeating，constantlyabsorbingenergy.
Understandnow，YanJinErsaysthestormwillsuckthesoulgas，continuelikethis，Ifeelthiskindofconsumingideasoonwillbeabletocontrolmyself，Ilookedatthehandsofthewindofarrows，nowithasbeenlikehisarmtobeinharmonyforanorganicwhole.
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