The Untamed Concubin

The crippled plane dove toward the vortex. The vortex's endless suction seemed to mock the little plane's audacity. With a boom, torrential rain lashed down, like the final straw on the plane. Pulled by the vortex above and crushed by the weight of the rain below, the plane spun a few times before being swallowed whole. In the vast blue sky that resembled inky seawater, it tossed about for a moment before vanishing without a trace.,This is what! Don't tell me the just-passed life-or-death situation was a dream, there's no way it could be so clear and realistic!,The man came closer, with a flick of his hand he moved it to his chest and pressed it in. He was only wearing a white robe that had already been stained red.。