A subordinate in field uniform pushed open the hatch and walked in, glancing at Zi Tong warily.
"Young Master, your phone number."
Beichen nodded lightly and followed him to the cabin door. Zi Tong followed him without thinking. Beichen glanced at her and did not stop her. His subordinates saw that he was silent, so naturally they did not dare to say anything.
The three people came to the cockpit in front together. Two pilots were flying the plane. Their men held the phone in both hands and handed it to Beichen.
"Hello?" Beichen put the receiver to his ear, listened quietly for a while, then looked sideways at the navigation map in front of the pilot, "Zitu, how long will it take?"
The main pilot flying the plane turned his face and said, "Two hours."
It was a handsome but somewhat dull face. Although he was wearing headphones and dressed differently, Zi Tong still recognized that the face was exactly the same as Zi Tu's.
"Your name is Zi Tu?" Zi Tong asked in shock.
The disciple who was flying the plane glanced at Zi Tong and said nothing.
"Answer her question." Beichen ordered.
"Yes, young master." Zitu responded respectfully, "My name is Zitu, my son, my disciple's disciple."
It turns out that he is a disciple, not a purple disciple, just one word difference.
Although there was a one-word difference, the sounds were the same, and Zi Tong became more and more confused.
What happened to all this?!
As soon as her wrists tightened, Beichen's hand reached out, grabbed her arm, dragged her back into the cabin just now, and then let go of her again.
Zi Tong looked into his eyes, "Can you tell me, who are you?"
"My name is Beichen. You already know the rest." Beichen sat up slightly and stared deeply into her eyes, "How do you know about me?"
"If I said that we once knew each other, would you believe it?"
Beichen narrowed his eyes slightly, "I have never met you. If I had seen you, I would never forget it."
Zi Tong spread her palms and said, "Actually, I don't know why I came back here instead of... there."
She carefully recalled the previous scene. She remembered very clearly that Beichen was stabbed by the demon god and was seriously injured. If he was dead, what happened to the purple disciple? The purple disciple and Ben were not dead, or were they?
What happened in the meantime that she doesn't know about?
Could it be that everyone died and she returned to her original world?
She was still meditating when someone pulled her up tightly on her wrist, and the next moment she fell into a warm embrace.
"what's on your mind?"
Beichen looked at her with his face lowered. He hated this feeling of being unable to see through.
Seeing his slightly wrinkled look, Zi Tong felt a little distressed unconsciously, and raised her fingers to smooth his eyebrows.
"I miss you."
No matter what happened was a dream or hallucination, she knew that the man in front of her was Beichen. No matter which world she was in, as long as he was by her side, that would be fine.
Her fingers softly touched the center of his eyebrows. Beichen's eyebrows unfurled little by little. He retracted his arms. He slowly hugged her tightly, and then gently stroked her long hair with the stiffness of his palms.
Fa, it feels like comforting a small animal.
"From now on, you will be my pet."
Above her head, Beichen spoke domineeringly.
pet?!
Zi Tong smiled, "Okay."
That time, he made a contract with her to be her servant. This time, he let her be his pet.