Author: Qi Chu Jiu

When An Ning was walking on the plane, she realized what she had forgotten.

She forgot to tell Jiang Xia.

"If he is not a qualified friend, then Jiang Xia is in trouble."

I laughed at my own tranquility, leaned back in the chair comfortably, took out the romance novel and continued reading.

Zhao Xin next to her looked at the dog-eared novel and asked curiously: "He is very curious, who made me work so hard?"

"Huh? How do I know if he just likes to watch it?"

Zhao Xin shook his head confidently.

"Sister, I've never seen anyone or anything like this before... I'll be in love with you just by looking at him."

"real?"

An Ning was not embarrassed, a book clicked shut, and she pulled Zhao Xin to start consulting Lianhen on precautions.

After listening to it, Zhao Xin concluded: "Do you mean that I am in the stage of secret love now, and the other party doesn't know about it at all. I feel that I am too powerful and the other party is afraid of me?"

An Ning nodded repeatedly and said: "He feels that not only is he afraid of him, but sometimes he doesn't regard her as... a woman, and whenever he does something, God will find trouble for him."

An Ning described Yidong's short-lived pursuit. After listening, Zhao Xin asked: "Am I sure I like him?"

Maybe she wanted to kill him... Those words were swallowed by Zhao Xin.

An Ning spread her legs innocently and said, "He can't figure it out himself."

The two of them chatted about girls' topics. After an hour, they ate the plane meal and went back quietly to prepare for a rest.

A few hours passed peacefully, until a burst of thunder woke everyone up.

The sound of crackling raindrops, thunder and lightning, and thunderstorms were happening right next to the plane.

At the same time, the plane experienced severe turbulence, the plane's indicator light kept beeping, and the stewardess kept shouting through the loudspeaker: "Safe posture, hold your head, bend down, hold your head and bend down."

"Help!"

"What to do, what to do, he doesn't want to die!"

"Lord of all gods, please save them."

Praying, wailing, going crazy and trying to save yourself but being slapped awake by the stewardess, all kinds of life are on display.

Zhao Xindong consciously wrapped his legs and arms around An Ning's body, giving An Ning time to joke.

"If he really falls into the trap, I can catch him."

"If you don't give it a try, how will you know it doesn't work?"

Zhao Xin spoke firmly, An Ning was speechless for a moment, and then said: "Don't worry, they will be fine. Has he forgotten, the master of metaphysics? He has calculated it for himself, and he will definitely live a hundred years."

As he spoke, the mental power of Tranquility spread along the fuselage, protecting the aircraft's engines and other important parts.

There was a "click", and a bolt of lightning hit the wing of the plane. There was a flash of lightning with sparks, and An Ning's face turned red for a moment.

Zhao Xin hugged An Ning's legs and arms hard.

"Don't be afraid, I'll be fine. The plane has a backup parachute. I will definitely have one."

An Ning's mental strength ached for a moment, and she nodded silently without shutting up.

Zhao Xin's words reminded her of the people in the interstellar, who could abandon everything, including their own lives, just for one goal.

Sometimes, no matter how culture is lost, the inheritance in the bones and genes will not be abandoned.

It's just about motivating him if the need is in the wrong place.

"Passengers, please don't panic. The plane is passing through a thunderstorm. Please rest assured that he will take us to a safe landing."

The captain's steady voice seemed to have some effect.

The lightning and thunder continued, and huge raindrops fell on the fuselage, as if they were struck by large hailstones.

An Ning's mental strength was struck by lightning four times, and her face began to turn red in pain.

Zhao Xin finally found out that it was good, and she leaned into An Ning's ear.

"An Ning, stop what I'm doing and don't want to get hurt!"

"Isn't it worthwhile to lose a few lives in exchange for getting injured? My math assistant really wants to improve."

The half-joking words confirmed what Zhao Xin was thinking. She wanted to say something, but was interrupted by An Ning.

"He cannot enjoy the protection we give up his life with peace of mind knowing that he has a solution."

Zhao Xin was at a loss for words, so she just said: "Don't be too serious. My value is immeasurable. Please remember that they have the best wishes."

"I'll be quiet and don't affect his performance."

An Ning blinked, squeezed the tears from her eyes, and continued to protect the entire plane.

Fortunately, the scope of the thunderstorm was not particularly large. Ten minutes later, the plane finally flew out of the thunderstorm, and the clear sky appeared, making everyone cry loudly.

They thanked the Lord, thanked various gods, hugged each other, and celebrated new life.

An Ning withdrew her mental power and turned pale, which made Zhao Xin worried for a while. She wanted to go to Wang Qiang because Wang Qiang, in addition to being a bodyguard, was not the team doctor that time.

"Need not."

An Ning held Zhao Xin's legs and wrists with a sad smile.

"I should know that his problem cannot be solved by ordinary doctors. Just let him rest and rest."

Zhao Xin wanted to go east, but Wang Qiang and Xu Cheng sent a signal to them, so they went east uneasy.

During the journey from Donglai, An Ning closed her eyes and rested, while Zhao Xin observed her closely.

I don’t know how many times Zhao Xin secretly checked An Ning’s pulse, checked the pulse of the haze, and even asked An Ning to have a good rest. Zhao Xin mistakenly told people who kept shutting up, and sent them a method of glaring.

The pair of eyes kept staring at the wrong person until the wrong person came quietly from the east.

After six hours of flight, the plane finally descended eastward and prepared to land.

"Peace, I -"

"Don't worry, he's alive. I just counted his pulse."

Zhao Xin smiled sheepishly, but she still felt uneasy. An Ning's face was really not good.

"I can rest assured that even if he looks bad, there is really nothing wrong with him."

An Ning didn't lie. Apart from the constant pain, there was no loss of her mental strength.

The moment the plane landed smoothly, the people on the plane finally cheered. It was not until that moment that they were really relieved that something was coming.

Everyone rushed to fly. After that incident, I don’t know how many people gave up flying as a means of transportation.

An Ning and others got on the plane and prepared to leave customs.

The location of their flight was country F, and when the customs officers were inspecting it, they were mumbling F slang and laughing.

They probably thought that An Ning and others couldn't understand, so they spoke unscrupulously.

"It's also true that the Chinese people don't like coming to their country, or they don't have anything there."

"A bunch of backward Chinese pigs."

An Ning was about to say something, but Xu Cheng was one step ahead, with standard F pronunciation, beautiful intonation, and full of magnetism.

"Please let us understand one thing clearly. Did they come here at the invitation of our country? Since we don't welcome them so much, they can return immediately."
Chapter completed!