After passing three security checks without incident, Wang Jin finally took off.
"Wang Jin? You look so bad."
On the plane, Li Hui looked at the pale Wang Jin with a bit of worry in her tone.
"I...may be a little airsick."
Wang Jin closed his eyes and held the vomit bag tightly in his hand.
Neither his mother nor his sister have this problem. It seems that he inherited Wang Jue's fear of heights and motion sickness.
Muttering a few words in his mind, Wang Jin tried his best to clear his mind and planned to take a nap first.
"cut."
Hu Xiaobei next to him smiled disdainfully.
"Hey...you deserve a beating, don't you?"
Wang Jin opened his eyes and glared at Hu Xiaobei, but he didn't have the strength to fight with her.
"Sigh... I'd better take the high-speed rail when I come back."
After shaking his head, Wang Jin sat back in his chair.
"How about... give you a shot of adrenaline?"
Li Hui took out a familiar syringe from her pocket and waved it in front of Wang Jin's eyes.
"...forgive me."
Wang Jin was silent for a moment, then smiled bitterly and shook his head.
Li Hui brought a lot of things, but she didn’t bring motion sickness medicine.
Yunnan Baiyao and cough syrup had no effect, so Wang Jin had no choice but to doze off.
Fortunately, it doesn't take too long to get from Dajiang City to Shangjing.
It's okay for Wang Jin to hold up a little.
There was warmth around him, and he felt a little better.
Wang Jin reached out and rubbed Ah Zi's little head, and a smile appeared on Wang Jin's face.
This little girl is so considerate.
The lunatic stayed in Mingyue Community to look after the house. Wang Jin could only rest assured if he was allowed to do this.
Annie's range of movement is limited and she cannot leave the shelter too far. A'Zhu stays with her at home.
As for Ah Zi, Wang Jin promised to let her see more of the outside world, so he took her with him.
Xiao Hei and Mirror Ghost are naturally indispensable. It was the first time for them to fly so high and they were cheering in Wang Jin's shadow.
When he heard that Li Hui was traveling with him, Wang Jin threw away a lot of weird equipment at home that was inconvenient to carry.
With her here, Wang Jin doesn't have to worry about equipment problems at all.
The humanoid arsenal is not called it for nothing.
Besides, he was going to compete in the ring, not on a mission, so he didn't need those things.
Of course, Wang Jin, the Medal of Courage, still carries it with him. After all, it does not take up space and is practical.
It's a pity that he didn't bring the ghost blowing lantern with him, mainly because that thing is really dangerous on the plane.
Once a fire breaks out accidentally, Wang Jin will have nowhere to run.
In addition, the target of the lighter is too small. If it is accidentally lost and picked up by ordinary people, the only choice is to seal it or silence it.
Of course, the main reason was that Wang Jinshang's lighter had not yet reached its estimated use time, and the logistics department would not issue a new one.
Wang Jin was embarrassed to say that he tied it with the explosive bomb and threw it out, as that would expose the existence of Mingyue Community.
In the eyes of the ancient gods, Wang Jin can take out the fruit knife with just a thought.
Although Paradise Blessing can also turn other weapons into Western swords, this fruit knife is still the most powerful.
Before leaving, Doom borrowed the Medal of Courage to tinker with it for a while.
When he returned, Wang Jin could clearly feel another faint breath on the medal.
It's probably the bad luck with another layer of blessing.
Unfortunately, he has not been the will of the scene for too long, and his authority is incomplete, so the effect of blessing is much worse than that of old Pete.
Wang Jin was still very happy, after all, it was a little bit of his heart.
"Oh, I can't sleep."
Dizziness and nausea made Wang Jin not sleepy at all.
Sighing, Wang Jin simply began to wave his hands in small movements on the chair, quietly practicing the cicada drop that Shrike taught him.
Slowly, the discomfort caused by airsickness disappeared inexplicably.
Before Wang Jin could think about it, he was startled by the gentle female voice coming from his ear.
"Sir, are you okay?"
The stewardess leaned over and looked at Wang Jin with a standard professional smile on her face.
"Ah ha, sorry."
Wang Jin thought he had disturbed the rest of the other passengers and quickly stopped.
"Huh? Something's wrong."
Rubbing his eyes, Wang Jin did not see Li Hui and Hu Xiaobei beside him, and even Azi was nowhere to be found.
I tried calling Xiao Hei and Mirror Ghost, but there was no response from either of them.
Even the Eye of the Ancient God fell into silence inexplicably.
Turning around, I saw that the economy class cabin that had some empty seats was now packed with people.
Those people lowered their heads and could not see their faces clearly under the light, only their pale faces could be seen.
Even Wang Jin was surrounded by two strange women.
"Ah...is it a dream or hallucination?"
Wang Jin sighed.
There is no need to look for clues everywhere, he can spot this boring trick at a glance.
There are many details, such as the motionless scenery outside the window, the overly huge flying birds, and the unnatural expression of the stewardess.
With a little reasoning from them, Wang Jin can guess the opponent's true ability.
If he didn't even have this level of IQ, he would have died at the hands of Kaitan long ago.
If his companion suddenly disappears, he will still consider between being disturbed by space and falling into a ghost story scene.
But even the Eye of the Ancient God has lost its function, Wang Jin is almost certain.
After all, someone with a high status can suppress the existence of the three ancient gods, so there is no need to go to such trouble to trouble Wang Jin.
"Oh, if you were to strike directly at me in reality, my physical condition is really tough enough to dodge it."
Slowly standing up from his seat, Wang Jin twisted his neck.
"But, my inspiration is naturally extremely high, and it pulls me into a dream. Isn't this asking for trouble?"
He punched the flight attendant in the face who was motionless. From the feeling on his hand, Wang Jin judged that this was in a dream.
"Whoosh!"
The passengers suddenly looked up at Wang Jin, their lifeless faces stained with blood.
"That's good. Remember to call me when you get there."
Looking around, Wang Jin sat back and even crossed his legs leisurely.
He was worried that he couldn't sleep, and some enthusiastic people helped pull him into a dream.
It's simply a living thunder front.
In order to express his gratitude, Wang Jin decided not to take the initiative to attack him.
"Sir, do you have any questions?"
The stewardess got up from the ground and put her head in front of Wang Jin again.
"Tsk."
Wang Jin glanced at her and then sighed.
"You asked for it."
"Bang!"
Another fist was thrown out, and the stewardess fell to the ground.
After muttering something softly to the flight attendant who fell to the ground, Wang Jin slowly stood up.
He stamped his feet vigorously to prevent her from getting up a third time.
Last-hitting has always been Wang Jin's little habit.
"Whoosh!"
With the sound of cloth rubbing together, all the residents stood up at the same time and looked at Wang Jin with evil intentions.