The room fell silent, even Xiao Guai stopped speaking.
Nan Moxin stood on the ground, Murong Yan sat on the bed. Outside the glass room, a group of colorful little fish swam by.
After a stalemate for a while, Murong Yan showed no intention of immediately repaying the favor. Nan Moxin had to lift her head decisively and said, "Send me back to my original world."
"Hmm?" Murong Yan was visibly taken aback.
"I want to go home! I saved your life, you should repay me. Hurry up and send me home!" Nan Moxin intensified her tone.
Murong Yan slowly raised his hand, placing it on his lips.
The taste of Nan Moxin's blood still lingered there.
Nan Moxin suddenly thought of a question: she was in spirit form now, how could she bleed?
"Xiao Guai, come out and explain!"
Xiao Guai played dead.
Nan Moxin had no way with it, so she continued negotiating with Murong Yan: "My home is in Songcheng, H country, in the 21st century."
