Jing Jiu did not like reading novels, watching films, or playing games, nor did he like traveling.
Traveling here meant the activities ordinary humans often engaged in, such as sunbathing, looking at beautiful women, climbing famous mountains and visiting great rivers, or floating lanterns on a river. It did not include itineraries involving stars being swallowed or civilizations being destroyed-but since he was already here, he did not mind being a tourist. So when Shen Yunmai invited him to the Night Hemisphere, he did not refuse.
"I'm not going," Flower Creek said unhappily.
Jing Jiu thought, By common reasoning, or what those science-fiction novels say, shouldn't you enjoy participating in these activities?
Flower Creek felt terribly wronged and cried, "I'm still a child!"
Her little face was slightly round, still carrying its baby fat, and childishness lingered in her features. Her swimsuit-clad body was cute too. However one looked at her, she was a pretty little girl. Yes, never mind being unsuitable for children-many of the entertainments on the Night Hemisphere were unacceptable even to worldly adults. The problem was, in what sense was she really a child?
Jing Jiu found the question somewhat complicated. Without thinking about it further, he followed Shen Yunmai and the tall woman toward the sea.
The seawater parted without any wind, as though glazed glass had been cut in two, forming a passage. The sight was rather miraculous, like something described in ancient religions.
At the end of the passage paved with slightly damp white sand stood a streamlined Aircraft. Its engine structure and shape made it easy to tell that this was a three-environment Aircraft capable of traveling underwater.
Water offered countless times more resistance than air, let alone space. There was only one explanation for this Aircraft traveling through the sea: sightseeing