While Xu Zilong and Elder Hei were plotting, Chen Yu and the others had already bid farewell to the tall and short drivers and prepared to check into the hotel.
The sight of those two unpleasant lumps had put him in a bad mood. Thinking about having to compete with those two for food market access permits made him feel as sick as if he had eaten shit.
Why did people whose heads were full of profit margins and capitalism get to compete on the same stage as me?
But at the thought of soon seeing the Dreamscapes of the two senior veterans, Sun Lei and Shen Lang, his mood improved again.
Humming a tune, he had Wang Chuyun drive the puppet to the parking lot first while he went to arrange the hotel rooms.
But the moment he entered the hotel, he saw Lian Qu sitting on a sofa in the lobby, looking utterly miserable.
He immediately rushed over, grabbed Lian Qu's hand, and asked anxiously, "What's going on? What happened? Mama Lian, what's wrong with you?"
Lian Qu weakly opened her eyes. "Stop making trouble. I'm airsick."
"...What?"
"Slap me first, or I really won't be able to hold on."
Chen Yu held Lian Qu's hand and transferred several years of lifespan to her, immediately making her feel much better.
Feeling better, Lian Qu frowned and looked at Chen Yu. "You don't need to slap me? I'd already prepared myself mentally."
"The slapping is Bai Medical Art. For one of our own, Ksitigarbha Medicine will do."
"...Right. I forgot you're a jack of all trades."
Feeling better, Lian Qu let out a long breath and rubbed her temples. "At first, I wanted to kill myself to get here, but Xu Youran knelt down and begged me to take