They really had been spat out.
The school bus in particular had flung them high into the air.
"Aaaah!!!"
It was terrifying. Would they be flattened when they hit the ground?
"Jixiang, Jixiang, he-help..."
Qin Yan covered her little face, babbling Jixiang's name.
Jixiang flapped its wings, and everyone plummeting toward an imminent, intimate encounter with the ground suddenly felt a gust of wind lift them.
With that cushioning, landing did not hurt so much.
Still, everyone else ended up sitting or sprawled on the ground. The wind vanished when they were just over a meter up, and they all fell.
Only Qin Yan was gently carried down by the wind and set steadily on her feet.
The double standard could not have been clearer.
Once Qin Yan was standing, Jixiang landed on her shoulder.
"It's a little cold." Qin Yan looked around curiously.
It was summer now, the hottest time of year.
But there was hardly any sun to be seen here, and even the sky looked gloomy.
Qin Yan's eyes could see lots of black, bad things covering the sky.
The chill did not come from the weather. It was a clammy cold that seeped into their bodies.
The people in the bus had been spat out too.
But compared with the children, who were all unharmed, their situation looked rather bad.
Especially the members of the Special Administration Bureau. One of them had even lost an arm.
"Captain, Captain!"
"Captain, Xiao Si's arm has been torn off, waaah..."
Su Qin ran over, her face pale.
Qin Yan ran over too, bringing the children.
Soon, some of the adults in the terrified crowd spotted their own children.
"Son!"
"Xiaobao!!!"
"Mom!"
"Dad."
"Grandpa, Grandma, waaah... I missed you so much. I was so scared."
The children and their parents