Walk around the United States with the earth in your arms

Thousands of horses galloping cannot describe Song Fang's mood at this moment. .

His horse riding was even worse than Gamora's.

Gamora was thrown off a mountain by Thanos, but she was able to keep her body intact and get a soul gem in exchange.

Although this gem is not for her use, it is still a way to advance the plot.

What about him?

Fall down and fall into jam?

The people nearby came out with bread, spread it twice, took a bite, and gave a thumbs up: "It tastes great."?

What a meaningful life.

Flowers are over~

Ha ha.

Song Fang tried hard to stretch his limbs, trying to increase his surface area so as to increase friction and air resistance.

Thanks to his unremitting efforts, the falling speed dropped by about 03 meters per second.

Any fool can know that this won't work.

But what can he do?

The little breaking ball flew up after him and was now circling around him.

Maybe he could enlarge the ball and put it underneath him?

Hey, wake up, this is not a balloon or an air bag, this person is just a stone egg.

"No, no, no, calm down, there must be a way."

Song Fang cheered himself up - in the little time he was talking to himself, he dropped another two hundred meters.

He could almost see the spire of the Empire State Building.

The speed of thinking can't keep up with the speed of reincarnation jg.

What's the point? I'll throw it away!

But if he doesn't work hard to think of a way, the result will be the same as if he tries hard to think of a way but can't figure it out, he will fall into jam.

So think about it, there is nothing to lose anyway.

While Song Fang was thinking wildly, a small broken ball flew in front of him.

Without thinking, Song Fang reached out and grabbed the small broken ball.

…Wait a minute, how come the little broken ball can fly?

About 24 hours ago, when he first traveled through time, the ball couldn't fly and could only stay in his pocket or be shot out by Tony's modified slingshot.

But just now, he used the five masked men to practice using the small ball, and the small breaking ball became much more active.

It’s not that it’s active, it’s that I can use it. I turned on the ball's flight mode without any difference?

Song Fang held the ball tightly with both hands.

He was still falling rapidly, but his speed had slowed down a lot compared to a second ago.

The acceleration made Song Fang's teeth chatter.

The ball is flying upward. Although he and the ball are still moving downward, the speed is actually decreasing!

There are still two thousand meters above the ground.

Song Fang is still falling.

There is a residential area down there!

In addition to the vertical direction, the ball gained a horizontal acceleration, leading Song Fang to a park diagonally quickly.

One thousand meters above the ground.

Song Fang still had a speed of more than 30 meters per second, which was equivalent to sitting on a flatbed truck without a frame and diving along the highway towards the tunnel ahead that was not yet open to traffic.

Five hundred meters above the ground.

It was quiet and peaceful in the empty park. The artificial lake shaded by trees is as calm as a mirror.

"fxxk."

A greasy homeless man carried his luggage and walked angrily on the tree-lined avenue towards the park gate. "You're a nosy cop. There are so many benches in the park, so what's the point of letting us sleep!"

"There's nothing we can do." A companion beside him spread his hands helplessly, "Our little arms can't twist our thighs. What are you looking at?"

The homeless man stopped there, his eyes attracted by the calm lake water: "Let's go take a bath in the lake?"

"Stop. If you are discovered again, you might be arrested." His companion grinned.

The newly elected mayor has made improving the city's appearance his campaign slogan, so the public officials' attitude towards homeless people like them has become increasingly bad, as if they really like to live in the open.

But the homeless man didn't care: "If you are arrested, you will be arrested. That will be better, and you can have a place to sleep. If you don't want to wash it, don't wash it. Anyway, I'm almost covered with bugs."

As he said this, he ignored his companions and strode towards the artificial lake.

"Hey...even if you are not afraid of being arrested, then you are always afraid of being fined! In addition to police officers, there are also rangers patrolling the park!"

His companions chased after him helplessly.

Fortunately, the moonlight was very bright today, so he could see the road clearly even if all the street lights in the park were out.

Um? Where's the moonlight? Why did it suddenly go dark?

The tramp's companion looked up in confusion - why was the moon suddenly so big?

And it hit me!

The huge sphere was shot down from the air and hit the artificial lake.

All the water in the artificial lake was squeezed out, and a big wave hit the shore of the lake - it was obviously just an artificial lake, but I experienced the excitement of the huge waves, and it was a worthwhile experience to live in the lake.

Maybe some water was vaporized.

The big waves receded.

The homeless man sat there blankly, his whole body looking clean.

The companions who fell behind escaped unhurt and watched dumbly as a figure climbed down from the big ball.

Song Fang stretched out his feet tremblingly, stepped on Mount Kilimanjaro, dug his hands into the Great Rift Valley, and came down shivering.

"Oh my god...it's going to fall apart."

Song Fang stepped onto the shore of the lake, held on to his waist, limped, and shook the water off his body as he walked.

You may not believe it, but he just shot into the Pacific Ocean and caused an undersea earthquake with a magnitude of 87 on the Richter scale. Tsunami waves along the coasts of India and Chile reached a height of more than meters. The Southeast Asian islands were once submerged. A volcano erupted on the Japanese archipelago, burning off Song Fang's hair.

An extremely large hole in the ozone layer appears over the Pacific Ocean. But this time the Freon is not to blame, it was simply thrown out.

After all, he had to pass through the atmosphere before crashing into the Pacific Ocean.

But it hurts anyway, and all the parts are still there.

Song Fang patted the ball gratefully: Thank you for your hard work, brother.

He was able to come down from the stratosphere today, beard and tail intact, thanks to the ball's atmosphere.

The atmosphere of the small ball has the character of getting stronger when strong. Song Fang's hand slowly reached in, able to penetrate it and touch the surface of the ball. But when he hit it hard, it was able to block Song Fang like a spring cushion - although he was still hit by him in the end.

"Without the last layer of air cushion and the water cushion below as a buffer, even if I slowed down as much as possible, it would be equivalent to jumping off a building in the end."

Song Fang was still frightened.

In addition, the system will try its best to protect the life safety of the navigator when conditions permit, such as automatically steering to catch Song Fang on one of the four oceans to prevent him from being stabbed to the core by the Alps.

A world-class storm has swept across the globe and has made three round trips.

I hope no one lives on this planet. Amen.

After Song Fang prayed sincerely, he shrunk the ball, restored it to the size of a marble, and put it in his pocket.

Tramp and his companions: (⊙o⊙)…

"You are sleeping. You are dreaming."

After Song Fang finished speaking, he quickly left near the artificial lake and checked the system status as he walked.

Song Fang raised his eyebrows.

Tony sent him energy?

Then...should he give Tony a gift in return?