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This dream was not influenced by the spring onion and the pink line.

Song Shuhang alone saw the spectacular city of the air again between confusion and confusion.

How did you somehow see this city in the sky? Is it because of my proximity to the East Sea? Song Shuhang's heart is hidden.

He looked in his dreams and saw mountains, water, jungle and grasslands on huge islands.

There is also an ancient urban building, the tall walls of which protect the ancient city with rigour.

Song Shuhang's dream angle is God's vision overlooking this magnificent aerial island, and he clearly sees the pattern of this ancient city. Especially in the center of the ancient city, a conspicuous tower rises and attracts attention.

But in this ancient city, you can't see a figure, not a single person.

“Is it Mystic Island?” Song Shuhang said secretly in his heart.

The last time he passed the dream of an onion woman, he could sense the monk named Nine Lights, or perhaps the Nine Lights Master's wife? In this city in the sky. However, there was no sign of the Nine Lamps Master in the dream. None of the people saw it.

After a tour of the ancient city, Song Shuhang shifted his eyes to the outside world, in that huge jungle.

And then his eyes fell on that huge lake of moon teeth.

This moon's teeth lake is so beautiful.

It's like the lake scenes that often appear in magical films, calm, moonlight, beautiful and intoxicating. If you use your phone to capture this image without even beautifying it, you can act as a computer or wallpaper for your phone.

Just as Song Shuhang's eyes were ready to approach some more lakes... suddenly something in the lake seemed to sense Song Shuhang's eyes.

Wow! A big blue fish rushed out of the lake and straight into the sky.

Supermassive, observing its body, just the exposed part of the water, is more than ten meters long. Like snakes, it has no scales, only skin like dead bark.

Big blue fish exposes its teeth toward the sky, and its tongue is also a small weird fish, green, and a pair of sharp claws, dancing claws against Song Shuhang.

Song Shuhang was surprised by this sudden pop-up of strange fish - it was like when you were watching a warm movie, the scene suddenly burst into a horrible ghost, and it was accompanied by a ghost scream.

Whoever it is will be subconsciously frightened.

After being so scared, Song Shuhang woke up.

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“Nightmare?” Song Shuhang mumbled and slowly opened his eyes.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the darkness outside the window of the plane and the pitch darkness of the five fingers.

“What's going on, is it night?” Song Shuhang was confused.

No, they left in the morning. How long did it take to fly from Huaxia to an island in the East Sea? How is it possible to fly all night?

Besides, why are all the passengers around you having a panicked look?

“What happened?” Song Shuhang immediately asked Joseph on the side.

Joseph grinned, “Wet Father, something is wrong. ”

As Joseph was preparing to explain, the flight attendant sounded surprised.

“Dear passengers… I must ask you, do any of the passengers fly? This is a very urgent matter.” The stewardess's voice trembled and her voice didn't speak smoothly.

Later, the stewardess repeated her own words in English.

The passengers panicked and confused.

“What's going on? Why ask if anyone can fly a plane?” Song Shuhang is extremely confused.

“Just now, three minutes ago at most, the plane was flying, and suddenly it was dark in front of me and I couldn't see anything.” Joseph tried to stay calm, explaining.

“And then we suddenly found a lot of people missing on the plane. Among them, my daughter and many other passengers, suddenly disappeared, as if they had never boarded a plane.” Joseph bit his teeth and now he's worried about what happened to his daughter.

“Worse still, all the captains and co-pilots of the aircraft disappeared, as did many of the crew members in front of the aircraft at the time… all of a sudden. ”

Song Shuhang stared.

The captain and co-pilot of the plane are gone? Some of the crew, who know a little about aircraft operations, are also missing?

Are you kidding me? So who's flying now?

“Aren't my dreams awake yet?” Song Shuhang muttered.

It's like having a series of nightmares sometimes, when one nightmare ends, it opens another terrible nightmare.

When people have a cold and are not feeling well, it is often easy to have this kind of continuous nightmare.

“Not dreams, wet father. We're almost done now... the plane is now self-driving and will be fine for a short time. But sooner or later, if someone doesn't know how to take over the plane, they're going to crash.” Joseph grinned bitterly, blue-purple on his arm, which he pinched himself.

Three minutes ago, he thought it was a nightmare. But he pinched his arm to the purple and it hurt like hell, but he still didn't wake up from his dream.

It's not a dream… it's a harsh reality that's happening.

And at this point, the stewardess's urgent voice came: “Woo... stop blaming me, blaming me is useless... woo, I don't know how to fly. Do any of you guys know how to fly an airplane? Please hurry up to the cockpit position. Something's wrong with the airplane's autopilot mode. ”

The only remaining stewardesses are surrounded by excited passengers who don't know what to do. They don't know how to fly.

Passengers desperate.

Are you kidding me? Where do you get a flyer from? It's not an Agent 007 movie or a science fiction movie. It suddenly comes out of nowhere!

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At this time, Zhuge Zhongyang's voice of regret came from Song Shuhang's body: “Sorry, sorry everyone. It's all my fault, suddenly I chose to come to Donghai's resort island, and I'm the one who got you involved. ”

By his side, Ko smiled bitterly while holding his girlfriend Mei.

Tubo is a little depressed, leaning back on his seat, just invited out to play, facing the option of death, can you not be depressed.

“Don't waste your time. Write a suicide note. If you're lucky, maybe your suicide note will be found. Write on your phone, maybe you'll get a chance to restore the signal and send a suicide note out before you die.” Zhuge turned on his phone while his fingers pressed quickly on the phone.

Joseph sighed, silently pulled out his cell phone, turned it on, really prepared to write a suicide note: "Wet Father, would you like to write a letter too? What a shame, I finally met a real Chinese kung fu like you, but I haven't learned to go to heaven in a few days. ”

Song Shuhang: “…”

Song Shuhang can fly a little. But he's studying private airplanes, which is completely different from this kind of civil aviation. Besides, the only thing he's ever really driven is a private helicopter.

But... be a living horse doctor.

Song Shuhang Station got up, picked up his backpack and walked towards the cockpit.

There was a slightly fat stewardess who repeated the call over and over again. Her legs were trembling and she was completely frightened.

Next to her, a group of angry passengers roared loudly and cursed what in all sorts of languages. Faced with death, they have to have a vent point.

Joseph's questionable expectations toward Song Shuhang do not know what his master wants?

Kocoum looked at the book sailing with the same curiosity. After thinking about it, he gently patted the clothes shrunk in his arms. Let her stay where she is.

Then he filmed Tubo, indicating that Tubo was with him to catch up with Song Shuhang and see what Bookhang wanted to do.

When faced with death, one cannot expect others to have a good temper.

“Excuse me, please make way.” At this time, Song Shuhang's body squeezed into the crowd. As soon as his chest muscle was strong, he squeezed all the people in front of him.

Soon he came to the slightly fat stewardess.

“Hello, sister. If you're flying, let me try.” Song Shuhang touched his pocket and pulled out a private aircraft driver's license (PPL) from it, passing it to the stewardess: “Although it's just a private aircraft driver's license, civil aviation is completely different. But if no one else can fly, let me try, at least... I have the experience of flying through the air. ”

Song Shuhang's voice was not very loud, but all passengers crowded in front heard it.

Suddenly, the crowd quieted down. Everyone expects Song Shuhang, at this time Song Shuhang is like a life-saving straw.

Though Song Shuhang looks a little young, young people are just inexperienced and unreliable to most people.

But no one will care about Song Shuhang's age at this moment.

All people care about is Song Shuhang's private airplane license (PPL), wondering if this thing is real!

“When did Book Sailing learn to fly?” Behind him, a certain height widened his eyes and lowered his voice to the ear canal of Tubor.

“How should I know?” Tubo laughed bitterly. It wasn't long before he and Song Shuhang got his car license.

Why did Song Shu's driver even get his private airplane license?

Kocoum stuck to Tubor's ear and whispered, “Are you kidding me? ”

Because... Song Shuhang didn't even have time to study airplanes and test airplane license!

After all, they are roommates of Song Shuhang. They know about the scheduling of the first semester of Shuhang. Song Shuhang can't hide from his roommates when learning about airplanes is very time-consuming.

When Tubor heard about it, his face grew pale.

At this time, the flight attendant in front was happy to return the private aircraft license to Song Shuhang: “Mr. Song, try it! At this point, it's up to you. ”