Zheng Qing turned around.

Several friends whom I had just met were standing there.

Li Meng's eyes were red, but there was a bright smile on her face.

Xiao Xiao silently recorded something in his notebook.

Lan Que held his sword and looked at the elves seriously.

The little monk Shi Yuan smiled, put his hands together, and preached softly:

"Namo Amitabha! How good! How good!!"

"We are looking for you. We are about to get off the plane. Change your clothes quickly." Li Meng sniffed and shouted loudly.

Zheng Qing turned around and glanced at the female corpse in the corner. The tear in the corner of her eye just slipped across her cheek and fell to the ground.

In the restaurant, the new elves lined up neatly and landed on Zheng Qing's forehead one by one, touching him gently with their tentacles.

At the entrance of the restaurant, several flight attendants covered their mouths and gestured thumbs up at him with red eyes.

The young captain of the guard team, with gray hair, patted Zheng Qing on the shoulder and handed him a piece of parchment:
Chapter completed!