Chapter 147

Time seemed to stop at the moment when the broomstick and Muggle fighter collided.

In the blue and black night sky like a curtain, the broom is broken and the branches are flying with sawdust. Hoffa lies in the sky, arms forward, just like Adam in the creation of oil painting, while aglia's face is full of fear with her head down and her silver hair flying. She also reaches out her hand and tries to hold Hoffa, but they are a little short of each other.

In the distance, a German bf-109 fighter with a 180 degree turn is spitting out a tongue of fire, vowing to kill the two monsters it sees.

Under them, however, are the British jet fighters, which are just like whales going out to sea.

In a flash of lightning, Hoffa started the only active state that he could use. His arm extended and dangerously grabbed aglea's arm.

He jumped out of the completely defunct broom. The other hand flashed into the flying flamethrower.

Black fingernails pierce the glass at the top of the cabin, and in aglia's crazy screams, Hoffa takes her to the vertical plane, like a rock climber on a cliff.

The pilot in the British flamethrower was stupid, too.

He was staring at the young man in the sky who was pinned on the top cabin of his plane. What happened in front of him completely exceeded his world outlook and outlook on life that he had accumulated for more than 20 years.

"Whathlll..."

bang bang!!

His momentary absence was fatal.

The German pilot didn't let go of his flaws. The bullets in the air were like a shining golden snake.

Next second.

The absent-minded British pilot was directly screened by the German pilot in the distance, his brain was full of fire, and his blood shot into Hoffa's face.

The plane is out of control. Multiple shots, the whole thing turned over. This flip, originally as vertical as rock climbing Hoffa hung upside down in the sky, like a fitness player grasping the horizontal bar.

"What shall we do?"

Among all kinds of voices, agraia's cry was not clear at all. She was in Hoffa's hands, with a height of nearly 1000 meters under her feet and a Muggle combat plane smoking overhead.

Hoffa looked at agleia and released his hand. She fell down.

"Ah! Asshole! "

The girl cried out in despair.

Half a meter down, she stopped.

It turned out that Hoffa had clamped her with his legs. She looked up and saw Hoffa free his hands and put one hand into the buckle of the plane booking. His arm was blue and blue, and he suddenly pulled open the glass top of the plane.

The screened pilot, like a rag doll, rubs them and falls under the gravity of the earth.

At this moment, the plane has gone through the clouds and is falling rapidly, and they have already left England, and below is the turbulent Atlantic Ocean.

At this height and speed, there is no difference between hitting the Atlantic Ocean and hitting the concrete floor.

Hoffa is extremely focused. He pulls the pop-up window and climbs into the plane. Then he pushes the control lever of the plane.

The damaged plane overturned 180 degrees, from belly up to belly down, and the huge mechanical force threw Hoffa and aglea up.

Agraia was afraid to see anything. She covered her eyes and bit her mouth.

Even though every step was as thrilling as walking on a tightrope, Hoffa was surprisingly calm. The plane reversed, and he sat in the bloody cabin under the action of gravity, throwing aglia to one side.

Agraia looked behind her and saw that the German plane was still chasing her. She screamed, "that man is still chasing us!"

Hoffa said without looking back, "you're a wizard. Show some skills!"

"What should we do?"

"Shield curse!"

Hoffa stares at the dense operating panel in front of him, grabs the lever in his palm and jerks it up.

The plane was yanked up at a height of ten meters from the sea. The bullet crackled into the sea, splashing two rows of high water.

When she was prompted, she raised her shield with one hand, drew out her wand with the other, and yelled at the plane behind her: "smash it all!"

A blue light shot at the bf-109.

The German pilot behind him didn't know what the blue light meant, but it didn't affect him. He pulled the joystick, dodged the crushing curse and flew into the clouds.

There was a roar.

As soon as the two planes get on and off.

Looking at the dangerous opponent in the dark sky, aglea asked Hoffa anxiously.

"Don't you fight back?"

Her voice was very faint in the strong wind.

"Not yet. The plane is going to die!"

Hoffa pulled the joystick, and the control of the wrecked plane became more and more difficult. It was smoky and flaming, wobbling in the sky like a drunk.Hoffa couldn't understand the colorful buttons on the operation panel. He gritted his teeth and looked at the distant coastline. He immediately made a decision in his heart. If you can't swim, fighting back now is no doubt a suicide.

But falling into the Atlantic at this position, I don't know how to die.

The only thing he can do now is to get as close to the coast as possible before the plane goes down.

But the other side didn't give him too many chances. The German bf-109 dived again, and the M2 machine gun on the fighter jet was spewing fire.

Hoffa swung the lever and the British flamethrower tilted off, trying to dodge the bullet.

However, he was not a professional trained pilot. His escape route was instantly seen through by the other side. The German pilot skillfully started the machine gun on the wing, and the tail of the Hoffa plane was instantly smashed to pieces.

At this moment, the plane lost its balance and fell to the sea. The burning belly had touched the sea, and soon the rough waves hit the propeller of the plane.

Hoffa held out his hand, his shield flickered a few times, just like an old TV screen with poor signal. The effect of forbidden potion has not passed yet.

Shit!!

He took back his hand and pulled the lever.

I don't know whether it's really effective or inertia, but the falling plane bounced unexpectedly, as if it was as light as a swallow, and rose to the height of 15 feet again, head-on with the cyclone in the air.

But it was just a moment of reflection.

After the last lift off, the aircraft completely lost power and the altitude gradually decreased.

Hoffa looked up at the German plane in the sky. He didn't mean to land at all. He didn't launch any more strafing attacks. He was just like a professional vulture, hanging near, waiting for his opponent's death.

Even across a hundred meters of sky, Hoffa could feel the ruthlessness of the Muggle pilot in the bf-109. Could it be that he could not die in the hands of Silby, but would be killed by an ordinary soldier? What a shame among the witches...

the idea flashed by.

The plane hit the Atlantic Ocean.

A big wave more than one meter high came head on. Amid the screams of agraia, the burning plane tumbled into the sea.

It exploded.

Boom!!

At the moment of explosion, Hoffa's eyes flashed by. Fortunately, the effect of forbidden potion is finally over.

He regained his ability to use magic. A pair of huge wings spread out from his back, and he hugged aglia tightly. The wings wrapped the two of them together.

The fire and the sea engulfed them. He held aglia in one hand and his nose in the other, and fell down.

As the magic passed, Hoffa's wings hardened. Rao is so, he still feels that there are countless pieces of iron into the wings.

The sea was not deep. After ten meters, he touched the seabed.

Gudududu bubbles, ears are dull sound of water, and rumble of explosion. Before he could feel a little relieved, the propeller of the broken airplane's head stirred horizontally like a meat grinder. Hoffa widened his eyes, pushed hard on the seabed, and let the terrible aftereffect of the explosion pass.

The propeller hummed down on the seabed, shaking up large grains of sand.

...

...

in the air, seeing the scene of the plane explosion, the German pilot was relieved. He pulled up the plane and quickly and decisively disappeared into the air.

Ten seconds after the roar of the plane disappeared, the fire on the sea faded.

On the bottom of the sea, the fire on the top gradually disappeared. A few frightened cod swam past Hoffa's eyes. He held his nose, looked at agleia, who had fallen into a coma, and opened his wings behind him again.

He pushed on the ground and flew up.

WOW!

He broke through the water and came out of the water with agraia in his arms.

The night was deep. He still glimpsed a dark thing flying eastward, its light looming and disappearing. That's a German fighter.

He's gone.

Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief. He was all wet and his clothes were all over him. His mouth was full of salty and bitter water. He spat hard and took agraea's from the sea.

The waves sparkle in the dark night, and the spray smashed by hands is like mercury in ink.

It's the only thing to be glad to see a dark coastline in the distance.

He can not water, but the buoyancy of the sea is very big, he vigorously flapped his wings to free himself from the sea.

The coast looked very close, but actually it was very far away. It took him several minutes to fly there.

The wings vibrate, and Hoffa slides rapidly from the sea to the shore, holding the limp aglia.

As soon as he got ashore, he fell to the ground exhausted, panting, and his wings, which were born out of the deformation of the human body, quickly retracted and disappeared.

He looked at his magic watch, the magic dropped by more than half, and then looked at the girl in his arms.Agraia must have choked a lot of water and is now convulsing.

Hoffa laid her flat on the floor and began to press her chest with both hands.

As soon as he pressed it, aglia shot a water arrow out of his mouth, which, like Jennie's turtle, shot Hoffa in the face.

Disaster essence...

Hoffa touched the water on his face and pressed it harder.

After a few puffs, she stopped. But she didn't wake up. Fearing that she might be hurt, Hoffa opened her clothes to see if she was hurt.

Just opened the belly of the clothes, revealing the white belly, weak voice came.

"I'm fine. What are you doing?"

Hoffa looked sideways, and agraia was now awake, looking at himself with a pair of big blue eyes like a ghost.

He had no choice but to sit up straight and sigh, "nothing. I'm afraid you'll die."

Agraia elbowed himself up, looked at the sky, then looked at Hoffa, and suddenly a look of excitement appeared on his face: "we are alive!"

Mom's retarded... Hoffa didn't answer, and his expression gradually faded. He just consumed too much energy, and now he has entered the sage state of blank thinking.

...

agraia didn't know what she was talking about in Balabala. After talking for a long time, she saw that the young man suddenly didn't move and didn't speak. She reached out and shook her hand in front of him, but found that he didn't even blink.

She pushed Hoffa a few times, but he still didn't move. It's like a clay Bodhisattva.

"Weirdo..."

She mumbled and got up to look around. It was nearly nine o'clock, and the night grew dim. Here is a gray sand beach, behind is a strange shrub forest, forest scattered with thick branches and leaves. By chance, they were thrown into this unknown land, even without knowing their geographical location.

When the sea wind was blowing, she shivered, so she got into the woods and began to collect firewood. Soon, she dragged more than a dozen firewood back to Hoffa and built a tripod.

She drew out her wand and said, "flames are burning."

The firewood was instantly ignited. She took off her wet shoes and squeezed the water out of her socks. Then she sat on the beach next to Hoffa barefoot and crossed her knees and began to squeeze the water out of her hair.

They are facing the sea like this, looking at the deep blue starry sky on the sea. The sea breeze was blowing, and the fire was shining on the two faces. It was quiet around them.

The campfire turns the temperature around, and gradually the side effects of Hoffa's activation disappear. It's like a cramp in the thigh, the blood flowing back after pressing the sole of the foot.

He moved and regained his consciousness.

"How are you?" Agraia felt it, she asked, releasing her hair.

After returning to normal, Hoffa didn't have many good faces:

"please tell me before taking medicine in the future, OK?"

"I know, I know." Agraia waved his hand indifferently.

"Can you be a little bit of a survivor?" Hoffa said sternly, "do you know how dangerous it was just now? Do you want us to be like that Muggle pilot? "

"Don't talk about teaching, OK?"

Agraia looked at the black sky and the rough sea, pouting and obstinately saying, "I didn't expect this kind of thing to happen. Nobody thought that it was not in the plan at all."

"Plan..." Hoffa shook his head and didn't want to talk to her.

Agraia mumbled a few words. Seeing that Hoffa didn't pay attention to herself, she hesitated for a moment and gritted her teeth:

"well, I'm wrong, OK?"

Hoffa looked at her and fiddled with the bonfire in silence. There was something bad in my heart. If it wasn't for me, the pilot might have survived.

Agraia sat a little closer and fiddled with the fire: "this is my first job. I'm born and I'm familiar."

Hoffa sneered: "do you want to come again?"

"Of course i..." sneeze

Agraia sneezed and interrupted the conversation.

"At least it's more fun than staying at home," she said in a low voice

Hoffa looked at agleia and sighed, "OK, happy birthday."

Aglia laughed and clenched his right hand in the air.

Hoffa also took his left hand and touched her.

But it's not over yet. After hitting the fist, she took advantage of the situation to pull the horn.

"Trojan horse ~"

she gave him a generous and loud kiss on the face.

Hoffa, caught off guard, pulled back.

But agraya didn't say anything else, and he didn't feel embarrassed. It was as natural as breathing and drinking water.

After a kiss, she stood up and said, "go! Let's sell medicine! "

"Selling medicine?"

Hoffa touched the saliva on his face and wiped it on his trousers. "Would you please look around?"Agraia looked around. "What's the matter?"

"We're lost," Hoffa said faintly