"Six people? Aren't you leaving?" Shui Qingwu asked softly.
Shen Lang shook his head. "I still need to go to the Sorrow Swamp to pick a Seven-Star Begonia. It's an item I need to cure my father. You should go back with them."
Shui Qingwu was silent for a moment, then nodded lightly. "Mm."
She didn't even know why, but it seemed she would subconsciously agree to anything Shen Lang said to her.
Even though she desperately wanted to follow Shen Lang to the Sorrow Swamp, she still agreed without any hesitation.
"Brother, are you sure this thing can fly? This is no joke. If something goes wrong, a fall from this height will turn us into meat paste..." Xia Yu mumbled, poking and prodding the device.
"Get up there, you!" Uncle Zhong, his anger flaring at the sight of him, grabbed him by the collar and hauled him onto it.
