On the Flying Dragon 1.
Jin Ling and Jia Bo stood nervously behind Yang Xing, their eyes glued to his screen.
In the dazzling perspective map, the "elevator" began to slowly rise.
"So fast?" Yang Xing asked in surprise.
Only when the two figures flew out of the valley and stepped safely into the cabin did the three of them breathe a sigh of relief.
"Ah! You've worked hard!"
Yang Xing stepped forward first and gave the two of them a hug.
"Remember to decipher those two items! That's the only thing we got," Xiao He said, pushing him away with a look of disgust.
"OK! Leave it to me!" Yang Xing patted his chest.
"What day is it today?" Xiao He asked as soon as he sat down.
"On the morning of the third day," Yang Xing replied.
"In the morning?" Xiao He glanced at the sky. "Isn't it inconvenient to fly during the day?"
“Yes.” Yang Xing pushed up his glasses and said, “So now I plan to go to a cave I found earlier and wait there until it gets dark before using the Netherworld disguise to sneak away.”
Xiao He nodded: "Alright, let's take a rest too."
"Come on, you've worked hard, have some porridge."
Jinling brought over two bowls of millet porridge, giving one bowl to each of the two who had just returned.
"Thank you," the two said.
"Oh, not at all..." Jinling smiled apologetically, "We should be thanking you."
Jia Bo stepped forward and bowed respectfully to the two men, saying, "We have no way to repay your life-saving grace. Please let us know if you need anything in the future, and we will do our best to help!"
"No, that would be too formal," Xiao He said with a smile.
The two shook their heads repeatedly: "It's only right."
"Oh, right!" Jia Bo suddenly said, "The three of you absolutely have to come to our wedding!"
"ah???"
The three of them were immediately bewildered.
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