"Beauty, goddess, grandma, I was wrong."
Lv Jun immediately knelt down. This was not driving him home; this was sending him "home"—the profound and ambiguous language of Yan Country always linked back to death.
Going home could also mean dying.
An Xi kicked Lv Jun over to one side with her foot, "Can't you act a bit more like a man?" Already said I'd take you home. Shouldn't you be happy instead of acting like you're rushing off to reincarnate?
Of course, An Xi didn't understand that Lv Jun had misinterpreted her words, and Li Feng got it but chose not to explain.
After the yacht had been out for over an hour, they were in a dark sea area when suddenly a distant horn sounded from a huge ship.
Lv Jun finally felt a bit more at ease. Li Feng looked at the sea. "Here it comes."
Maybe they weren't going to kill me; maybe they just wanted to catch a different ship on the way, he thought. Suddenly, the yacht shook, catching Lv Jun off guard.
"Ah!"
"What's happening!"
