Primitive Tribe Adventure

"Yun, is there really no problem doing this?"

Although he had learned a lot about the situation from Feng Yun and received his repeated assurances, when Feng Yun really wanted to help him open up a running route in his body, Feng Yun still seemed a little hesitant.

Fengyun swallowed his saliva to relieve the discomfort of his dry mouth. This was the result of talking too much when he explained the storm.

He did not go to find water to drink, he was worried that if he stopped, his previous efforts might be in vain.

In order to persuade the storm, even though Feng Yun made full preparations and eventually moved out of God's hand-in-hand, the difficulty of the process still exceeded his expectations.

Especially when he wanted to open up a movement route in the storm, Fengyun was exhausted.

Now that we can see the dawn of victory, Fengyun will naturally not let things change again because of the discomfort of the district, and decided to go all out and take the storm completely.

"Uncle Bao, just put a hundred and twenty hearts. I have shown you more than once. If there is a problem, I will not be able to stand on your side. Look at me, there is something wrong. local?"

Feng Yun looked at the storm's eyes and tried to show the greatest sincerity in his eyes, making him believe that what he said was true.

In order to prompt the storm to finally make up his mind, he moved out of the sky again for the last time.

"Uncle Bao, you just don't believe me, you should always believe in God, right? Everything I did was instructed by God."

"Okay... OK."

Feng Yun's efforts paid off, and the storm finally let go, although he still showed some hesitation when he agreed.

"Uncle Bao, it's not too late. Let's start."

Seeing the storm was finally persuaded by him, Feng Yun's heart suddenly surged with ecstasy, but he knew that the iron should be hot, and he must be taken in the shortest time.

Don't look at the storm now that it has promised. After a little delay, he might repent, and he must grab the raw rice to make mature rice before he repents.

By then, even if he wants to go back, it is no longer useful, and it has become an established fact.

"Cloud, I..."

Feng Yun really guessed it. The storm had just agreed, and immediately there were signs of repetition.

"Uncle Bao, don't worry, I have everything."

Feng Yun knew that he could never drag on any longer, and while speaking, he reached out to the storm.

His probing movements seemed unpleasant, but in fact he had already increased his speed to the limit, so that the storm, also as a metamorphosis warrior, had no time to react, so his hand was put on his shoulder.

Immediately afterwards, Feng Yun touched the palm of the storm's shoulder and trembled invisibly, a vague but powerful force immediately penetrated into the storm's body.

The effect of this power is also very good, almost immediately disintegrating the storm's resistance, completely cutting off the possibility of him breaking away from his grasp.

Around his wrist, Fengyun used the palm of his hand to hold the storm to make him turn one hundred and eighty degrees in place, turning him from facing him to his back.

Looking at the storm's back, Feng Yun took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Relax, don't have any resistance."

Before the words were over, Feng Yun put out his other hand.

During the process of sticking out, a little blue light appeared on the tip of his index finger, which became brighter and brighter. When it touched the back of the storm, half of his index finger turned blue, and even looked a little transparent. Now, the bones can be seen vaguely, which looks a little strange.

The storm's body trembled suddenly, and it seemed that the first half of Fengyun had turned into a blue index finger with a strong current.

Feng Yun did not show any unusual calm about this. He just stared at the position of the storm's back in his blue finger, and did not withdraw the other hand, still resting on the storm's shoulder.

It seems that his hand is to help the storm stabilize his figure, but in fact he has a more important purpose, which is to control him so that he will not break free when he regrets or appears in other states. , Thus affecting him to open up a running route in the body.

With the passage of time, Fengyun Point's index finger on the back of the storm began to fade, and after about a minute, the blue on his fingers had all faded and turned into a normal skin tone.

Feng Yun did not retract his fingers, still maintaining the state of holding against the storm's back, but his eyes slowly closed.

At the beginning, there was no movement from the storm, but after only five minutes, blue light began to leak out of his body, and it quickly strengthened.

In less than ten seconds, the blue light pierced the storm's skin and leaked out of the body, all of which looked sharp.

For a time, the storm seemed to become a hedgehog.

At the same time, the storm's body began to tremble, and the muscles on his face and body also twitched, seemingly painful.

At this time, the hand that Fengyun put on his shoulder began to work. The storm tried to stand up several times, but it suppressed him and failed to succeed.

As time passed, the tremor of the storm's body became more and more intense, and he was thrown into the cold wind in the winter when he was only wearing a single shirt.

But everything has an extreme value, and the tremor of the storm is no exception. From the initial tremor, about twenty minutes later, the tremor reaches the extreme value, and the whole person is like a sieve.

After that, the tremor began to slowly diminish, and after a quarter of an hour, the storm calmed down completely, the twitching muscles on his face relaxed, and the pain was no longer visible.

Feng Yun's fingers and palms did not withdraw from the storm, and continued to maintain their original state.

Soon, new changes took place in the storm's body, and strands of grayish white smoke came out of his pores.

There were not many at first, and you wouldn't be able to find them even if you didn't look carefully, but as time passed, the smoke coming out of the storm's body became more and more.

In about a cup of tea, his body was shrouded in smoke, and he looked a little shadowy, as if he was in thick fog.

Feng Yun and the storm were very close, and the smoke from his body inevitably affected him.

As soon as the smoke appeared, his brows wrinkled slightly, and as they approached his face door, his brows slowly wrinkled into two lumps.

When the mist was about to touch his mouth and nose, Feng Yun finally had a new movement, and his body suddenly slid back.

He retreated very fast, and he slid several feet away in an instant, like an invisible powerful hand holding his neck and pulling him back.

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