"So, the airline made you sign a nondisclosure agreement, and in exchange, they gave you these little sprites?" Li Meng hugged Little Fox and held her pigeon against Zheng Qing's ear as she complained indignantly. "That's not fair! The little sprites didn't belong to them in the first place."
Zheng Qing held a large box and remained silent.
Among all the freshmen, only he had a relatively complete understanding of the accident. Whether it was the dead flight attendants or certain things the banshee had said, the airline had too many sensitive matters it did not want the public to know about immediately.
"It's perfectly fair. These little sprites were originally part of the evidence." Xiao Xiao dragged Li Meng's pink rolling suitcase and patiently explained from the side, "You can't break certain rules without paying a price."
Zheng Qing nodded.
He had no concept of this nondisclosure agreement, nor was he interested in it.
He had come here to study and did not want to get dragged into any trouble.
The only thing worrying him now was these little sprites. He didn't know how long they could survive without the potion.
The large cardboard box in his arms had been a gift from several flight attendants. They had lined it with wood shavings, padded it with velvet cloth, and even installed crisscrossing seatbelts to help him settle the exhausted little sprites inside.
The bloodstains on the little sprites had already been washed away. They hung from the seatbelts, crowded together and hugging one another as they slept quietly. Faint green light flickered with their shallow breaths, illuminating several talismans pasted to the inside of the box that had not been fully activated.
These little ones desperately needed rest.
The flight attendants had originally planned to give them sedatives, but