Zhan Nanjue was driving wildly, making his stomach churn, yet Zhan Nanjue still wore a low-pressure expression, lost in thought, his face particularly terrifying, making him restless like sitting on pins and needles.
Oh no, he wasn't sitting at all, he was almost thrown out of his seat as the car swayed him back and forth.
Finally, they arrived at the airport.
Yan Ziyan was about to throw up.
If he knew he would end up back here after a whole loop, why didn't he just fly away directly earlier, then he could have traveled with the goddess all the way!!
So he was definitely hit in the head by a donkey earlier.
*
On the other side.
Ou Yimo awoke in the hospital, muttering incessantly, "Azhan... Azhan... don't go... Azhan..."
She grabbed a pair of hands.
The agent gently nudged her, "Yimo, you're awake?"
"...Why is it you!? Where's Zhan Nanjue!?" Ou Yimo threw off the agent's hands with disdain.
"He left shortly after bringing you to the hospital."
