Tang Wulin could hear his words very clearly, but he couldn't say anything to respond to him. He didn't know how to respond. He just wanted to send all the vicious words in the world to this person.
The next moment, he fell limply to the ground and fell asleep.
A flash of light and shadow flashed, and the Old Demon of Destruction appeared beside the Old Demon of Nightmare.
"That's good! It's better than I thought. Others couldn't do it after two attempts. This Tang Wulin persisted three times and was still scolding you in his heart. It's really good. He is a good seedling. A good seedling should be tortured well.
Let the storm come more violently."
In the days that followed, Tang Wulin fell into dire straits. As soon as he woke up, he would be taken to the plane by the old nightmare demon and then lifted into the sky. He would perform high-altitude and difficult flying skills over and over again.
From the second time he woke up, he no longer vomited. If he didn't vomit, he could only feel nauseous and could no longer be nauseous. If he was dizzy, he could no longer feel dizzy.
Tang Wulin finally understood why the collapse occurred, because he felt that he was not far away from collapse. If the previous seniors who came here experienced such an experience, then collapse would be too easy.
I don't know how long it took, but when Tang Wulin's confusion gradually stopped feeling the pain, he found that his mind began to become clear again.
He was surprised to find that he had begun to adapt. Yes, no matter how the plane rolled in the air, accelerated rapidly, decelerated rapidly, maneuvered vertically, or flew upside down, the dizziness would no longer appear. He had gradually gotten used to it, and
He gradually gained a sense of direction at high altitude. He could see the sea and the surrounding clouds and fog clearly. He allowed the old nightmare to control the plane, and the nauseating feeling gradually went away. And every time he took off again,
, are better than last time.
Gradually, he began to feel the joy of flying high in the sky.
"Let's go! Old Nightmare Demon. Keep going. Are you tired? I guess you are old and can't fly anymore?" Tang Wulin said fiercely.
The old nightmare demon looked at Tang Wulin with his hands on his hips and his eyebrows raised and lowered.
"You brat, do you think I can't do anything to you? Very good, since you are no longer dizzy. Then, let's try driving for you."
"Replace me?" Tang Wulin was stunned for a moment. The feeling of changing from a passenger to a driver was definitely different.
When Tang Wulin sat in the driver's seat and looked at the many buttons and consoles in front of him, for some reason, there was no feeling of strangeness or fear in his heart, but instead he felt an extremely familiar feeling.
Yes! There is no way he is not familiar with it. Every day he watches the Old Nightmare Demon manipulate these buttons to torture himself. These buttons have long been imprinted in his mind. He can already clearly know which buttons the Old Nightmare Demon presses.
At that time, I can clearly know what kind of impact I will bear, and what kind of expression the nightmare old demon will show, and what he will do.
Pressing the button a little awkwardly, he prepared to take off. The familiarity became more and more clear. Pulling down the control stick, Tianxiang Seventeen slowly accelerated, and then suddenly took off into the air.
The moment the plane entered the air, Tang Wulin felt as if he was soaring. Not only was the sense of familiarity stronger, but the feeling of fish falling into the sea was unprecedented. All the pain before disappeared at this moment.
In order to feel comfortable, he subconsciously pulled a few buttons, pulled the control stick to the final position, and directly controlled the aircraft to roll backwards at high altitude.
The plane trembled slightly during the overturning process and became a little unstable. Tang Wulin quickly grasped the control stick and controlled the plane to complete the entire movement.
Accelerate and continue to climb. Under Tang Wulin's control, Tianxiang Seventeen began to fly in the air.
After all, he had controlled a mecha before, and after these days of torture, the various shocks and dizziness caused by the plane had bid farewell to him. Flying in the air, he only had the feeling of using his arms and fingers, as if this
Ji Tian Xiang Qi has become a part of his body. This feeling is so comfortable.
At the beginning, Tang Wulin was still a little jerky in the control process, but gradually, his movements became more proficient. His strong physical fitness was fully reflected in the control of the aircraft. The first is that his hand speed is fast enough, and the second is that his hand speed is fast enough.
, the body's impact resistance is strong enough, allowing him to control the Tianxiang Seventeen as much as possible to make some extreme movements.
For a moment, the plane was high and low in the air, up and down, rolling, and falling rapidly. It was as nimble as a flying bird.
Tang Wulin liked the feeling of rapid acceleration after rolling the most. It was like letting go of oneself. It was so comfortable that it couldn't be more comfortable.
Streams of light and shadow flashed around him, and when he controlled the plane to land back on the ground with unfinished thoughts, he found that the old nightmare demon beside him had lost his voice. When he turned around to look, he was surprised to find that at some point, the old nightmare demon had lost his voice.
The devil has actually disappeared.
cave.
"Vomiting" The old nightmare demon bent over and made a state of vomiting, and his body flickered between reality and illusion.
"How could this happen? It turns out that it's so uncomfortable to sit in the passenger seat! Why does my soul receive such a strong impact? This bastard, how can he control it so well so quickly? This is unscientific!"
The Old Demon of Destruction looked at the Old Demon of Nightmare in a daze, "Your body"
The old nightmare waved his hand, "It's nothing. I'm just a little uncomfortable with it. Moreover, we have been here for so many years. Even if there is something, is there anything you can't bear to part with?"
The old demon of destruction smiled, "Yeah, the situation of the two of us is better than those guys. Speaking of which, they will wake up soon. I want to mourn for these little guys."
After controlling the plane to land smoothly, when Tang Wulin jumped off the plane, he saw the old nightmare demon standing there.
"Who asked you to come down? Keep flying. When will you practice until I say it's okay, then you can come down." The old nightmare waved his hand, like swatting away a fly, and rushed Tang Wulin onto the plane again.
Not enough, Tang Wulin had become accustomed to flying, so he simply continued to fly the plane again.
In this way, in Tang Wulin's impression, he had been practicing for a whole month and was able to completely merge with Tianxiang Seventeen.
"Okay, let's stop here. Today, you can steal a plane and come back." The old nightmare demon asked the exhausted Tang Wulin to get off the plane. He raised his hand and patted his head, and Tang Wulin fainted.
When he woke up again, Tang Wulin was surprised to find that he was refreshed and his condition had returned to its peak. He was still next to the plane, and the old nightmare demon was also there.
The old nightmare demon got into the driver's seat, and Tang Wulin naturally got into the passenger seat.
The old nightmare demon said calmly: "Airborne, no need to wear a seat belt. I will throw you out later. The rest is all up to you. I will give you three days. If the plane cannot come back, poisonous fog will be released. Understand this.
Yet?"
"I understand." Tang Wulin seemed to have surrendered after being tortured, and lowered his head in agreement.
This time the Nightmare Demon flew the plane very smoothly. Soon, Tianxiang Seventeen reached the highest speed and climbed to an altitude of 10,000 meters.
There was no cabin cover, and Tianxiang Shiqi was shaking violently due to the terrifying strong wind. The ultra-low temperature quickly consumed Tang Wulin's physical energy.
The communicator in the plane suddenly rang, "This is the North Korean Navy Regiment, ordering your plane to lower its altitude. Otherwise, it will be shot down."
The old nightmare devil chuckled. Suddenly, he controlled Tianxiang Seventeen to roll sideways, and then plunged downwards. Tang Wulin did not have a safety belt on his body, so the sudden change almost made him fall.
Being thrown out, I quickly grabbed the armrest.
"Let go, I'll send you down!" Tianxiang Seventeen shook violently in the air, then rolled sideways and was thrown out. Before Tang Wulin could react, he suddenly felt a strong force pulling his hand, and then he was like
It was thrown out like trash.
High in the sky, the sky was spinning. The first thing Tang Wulin realized was that he didn't seem to have any parachute or anything like that on him. And he didn't have any friends who could fly to assist him.
Just throw it away?
His body descended at high speed, and the huge gravity of the ground pulled his body, flying towards the earth like a cannonball.
After these days of flying airplanes, Tang Wulin has adapted to the dizzy feeling in the air, at least not to the point where he can't tell which is the ground and which is the sky.
After adjusting his body first, he immediately calmed down. Blue Silver Emperor strands were quickly released from his body, entangled with each other above his head, and formed a large net with each other. Then the big net slowly tightened and turned into