Just then, in an attempt to overtake, the car suddenly accelerated, the engine roared loudly, and the car body tilted and swayed!
"ah!"
"Um!"
The two big shots simultaneously let out a low exclamation!
The intense push-back sensation and noise instantly made them tense!
Ling Qingxue instinctively tried to circulate her spiritual energy to stabilize herself, but as soon as she tried to gather her breath, the dizziness and nausea intensified. She quickly covered her mouth, her face turning even paler.
Nightshade was annoyed by the sudden acceleration and noise, and growled irritably:
"What's wrong with this iron monster?! It's so noisy! Can't you make it quiet?!"
She even unconsciously snapped her fingers, as if trying to gather a tiny bit of magic to give the noisy engine a boost!
Zhang Shaozhong was terrified and grabbed her hand:
"Big sister! Calm down! That's the engine! It's a normal sound! Don't do anything rash!"
If this car breaks down, we're all doomed!
He felt like a kindergarten teacher, trying to calm two troubled children who were on the verge of exploding.
"But it's so noisy! It's giving me a headache!"
Ye Meier irritably shook off his hand and rubbed her temples.
"The stench is foul...it's nauseating..."
Ling Qingxue weakly echoed, unusually refraining from refuting Ye Meier.
Zhang Shaozhong was in a real bind, so he had no choice but to pull out his trump card—the oranges he had just bought.
He peeled the orange, and the fresh citrus scent slightly dispelled the surrounding odors.
"Smell this! It'll make you feel a little better!"
He handed them the orange segments.
Ling Qingxue hesitated for a moment, then took a petal, gently sniffed it, and her brows seemed to relax a little.
Ye Meier snatched a few petals and stuffed them into her mouth; the sweet and sour juice made her feel a little better.
However, this good fortune did not last long.
The car drove onto the winding mountain road and began to make frequent turns.
The swaying and jolting, the sudden changes in speed, and the constantly moving scenery outside the window completely triggered the two bosses' motion sickness!
"Hmm..."
Ling Qingxue suddenly covered her mouth, her face as pale as paper, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on her forehead, clearly she was trying her best to endure it.
"Ugh... I can't take it anymore... I'm going to throw up..."
Ye Meier grabbed the plastic bag and started gagging, tears welling up in her eyes.
Zhang Shaozhong was in a flurry of activity, handing water to Ling Qingxue and patting her back while holding up a bag for Ye Meier. He also had to keep an eye on the two of them to prevent them from instinctively using their strength to dismantle the car because of their discomfort... He was utterly exhausted!
"Hang in there! We're almost there! Take a deep breath! Yes! Take a deep breath!"
He kept repeating his pale and powerless words of comfort.
An older woman sitting next to me couldn't bear to watch any longer and kindly handed me a bottle of Tiger Balm.
"Young man, rub your girlfriend's temples, it'll make her feel better."
Zhang Shaozhong:
"...Thank you, ma'am!"
He didn't bother to explain and took the medicated oil.
He tentatively tried to wipe Ling Qingxue's face, but was met with a cold glare from her.
"Take it away! This thing has a pungent odor and only adds to your disgust!"
He had no choice but to turn to Ye Meier, who didn't refuse. She smelled the medicated oil and frowned.
"What is this? Menthol? It tastes weird... but... it seems to be somewhat effective?"
The cool, stimulating taste did clear her confused mind a little.
Zhang Shaozhong quickly applied some ointment to both of her temples.
Perhaps the medicated oil worked, or perhaps they had adapted a little, but the two big shots' symptoms finally stopped getting worse. However, they still slumped listlessly in their seats, looking utterly hopeless.
Ling Qingxue kept her eyes tightly closed, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and her lips pressed tightly together, as if she were enduring immense pain.
Night Enchantress leaned against the window, groaning weakly and occasionally cursing the damned "iron prison cart".
Looking at these two once-powerful figures who were now suffering terribly from motion sickness, Zhang Shaozhong felt a mix of anger, amusement, and a strange sense of sympathy.
He sighed and resignedly continued to act as a babysitter, handing out water, oranges, and tissues...
Along the way, he felt like he had aged ten years.
Finally, after more than two hours of agonizing waiting, the bus slowly pulled into the city's long-distance bus station.
"We're here! We've arrived!"
Zhang Shaozhong breathed a sigh of relief and quickly shook the two big shots who were almost unconscious.
The car came to a stop, the door opened, and fresh air rushed in.
Ling Qingxue and Ye Meier were like dying fish returning to water. They staggered off the train, leaning against the station pillars, panting heavily, their faces still pale.
"Finally...finally...he's alive..."
Night Enchantress's voice seemed to come from hell, weak and feeble, making one feel pity for her.
Her body trembled slightly, as if she had not yet recovered from the brush with death.
Each word seemed to be squeezed out from her chapped lips with all her might.
Ling Qingxue, standing to the side, was also pale, with beads of sweat on her forehead, clearly having also gone through a great ordeal.
"This kind of torment...is comparable to the trials of inner demons..."
Ling Qingxue murmured to herself, her voice revealing a hint of fear and lingering dread.
Zhang Shaozhong followed behind, carrying large and small bags. Looking at his two disheveled "fellow sufferers," he shook his head helplessly.
This long-distance bus ride almost cost the two ancient powerful beings half their lives.
It almost cost the nanny her life.
Ahead, an even more complex and bizarre urban life awaits them...
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