JFK International Airport.
"Are we taking this plane back to China?"
Cao Yi, who was sitting in the back seat of the car, was a little surprised when he saw Mark parked the car in front of a small silver-gray airplane.
"That's right"
Mark could not hide the envy in his eyes. As a legal representative, he would never be able to own an aircraft of this level in his lifetime.
"Did you rent or buy?"
Cao Yi asked curiously.
"I bought it. Three years ago, Master ordered this US$30 million business jet from Boeing in order to facilitate travel around the world. So far, there are less than 40 of this business jet in the world."
Mark introduced as he opened the door and got out of the car.
"Thirty million dollars"
Cao Yi, who followed him out of the car, was shaken.
This is the late 1980s, and not many people can afford to spend $30 million to buy a business jet.
At this time, the cabin door of the business jet opened and the gangway was slowly lowered.
Ying Caihong and Yoko walked down one behind the other.
Ying Caihong was dressed very friendly today, with half-white shawl hair, white upper body and black lower body loose clothes, a black scarf around her neck, and a gentle smile on her face.
Yoko was still dressed in the same off-season style as yesterday. Under a black miniskirt, she had a pair of slender white legs that looked a little green in the cold spring wind.
"Taoist Master"
Ying Caihong's calm eyes flashed with a hint of heat.
Cao Yi is her biggest reliance on this trip.
"Ying Jushi looks much better than yesterday."
Cao Yi said with a smile.
Of course, this is a polite word. Ying Caihong is different from Da Jinya, he is almost terminally ill.
"Yeah, maybe it has something to do with the fact that I'll be in a good mood soon after seeing Higanbana."
Ying Caihong raised his hand and touched his well-maintained face, and said softly.
I'm afraid you may not be able to see the real Bana flower alive!
Cao Yi complained in his mind and looked to the left and right. Wang Kaixuan and Da Jinya were nowhere to be seen. He couldn't help but ask: "Have Wang Kaixuan and Da Jinya already gone up, or have they not arrived?"
Ying Caihong smiled slightly: "They took the civil aviation flight with Mark."
civil aviation?
The difference in treatment is really big.
Cao Yi sighed in his heart.
"please"
Ying Hong made a gesture of invitation.
Cao Yi politely gave in, but when Cai Caihong insisted, Cao Yi had no choice but to go up first.
The space inside is not large, the sofas and decorations look very luxurious, and two white stewardesses with first-rate looks and figures stand smiling.
Cao Yi sat down directly.
Ying Caihong, who came in later, fell down before reaching the sofa.
Cao Yi, with quick eyesight and quick hands, supported Ying Caihong.
"Medicine, medicine..."
A quick sound came from Ying Caihong's mouth.
"The medicine is in the bag"
Yoko, who had just come in, shouted.
Cao Yi glanced around and saw a red bag on the sofa. He supported Ying Caihong with one hand and grabbed the bag with the other.
"I come"
Yoko rushed over, quickly opened the bag, and took out a white bottle and a bottle of mineral water.
He fed Ying Caihong very skillfully.
After all, medicine is not a charm, and it cannot be effective that quickly.
A few minutes passed, and Ying Caihong still looked half-dead.
"Respect the teacher, respect the teacher..."
Yoko's face was full of anxiety, and her eyes were shining with crystal tears.
She grew up under Ying Caihong's care and already regarded Ying Caihong as her mother.
Cao Yi almost slapped himself on the forehead. How could he forget that he had a healing charm?
He took out a yellow healing charm from his canvas bag and said to the two helpless stewardesses on the side: "Bring a cup."
One of the flight attendants quickly took a cup and handed it over.
Cao Yi put the healing charm in the cup, picked up the mineral water bottle, and poured more than half of the cup of water.
Then, he said to Yoko: "Give it to layman Ying to drink."
Due to various coincidences, Yoko, who had never seen Cao Yi show his sage before, had an angry look on his face.
How could Fu Shui save people!
Upon seeing this, Cao Yi personally fed Ying Caihong.
"what are you doing?"
Yoko stretched out his hand to stop him.
The result was the same as Wang Kaixuan, unable to push Cao Yi even a bit.
"How can it be!"
Yoko, who thought Cao Yi was just stronger and faster than himself, was shocked.
After successfully feeding Fu Shui, Cao Yi put Ying Caihong down.
"Honored Master, if something happens, I will definitely, definitely." Yoko thought that he was no match for Cao Yi and changed his words: "I will definitely fight with you."
Cao Yi didn't say anything and retreated to the sofa.
Wait quietly.
One second, two seconds...
Ying Caihong thought he was going to die before seeing Bianhua Hua.
She was very unwilling.
When he was a child, he was treated as a monster by his fellow villagers.
When he grew up, he contracted a terminal illness and suffered from the pain for many years.
Why, my life is so miserable!
God, why are you so cruel to me.
Ying Caihong shouted in his heart.
Suddenly, she felt someone feeding her water.
Is it still useful to give water at this time?
She felt very ridiculous.
Then, something surprising happened to her.
The feeling of sinking consciousness and the feeling of powerlessness receded little by little, and finally, everything returned to normal.
Yoko's eyes were blurred with tears and his face was filled with anger.
Sitting on the sofa, Cao Yi was calm and composed.
Two anxious stewardesses.
"I, cough, what kind of water did you give me to drink just now?"
Ying Caihong asked with an excited expression.
The water just now was actually more effective than the effective medicine.
“Really good”
Yoko looked at the unfinished Fu Shui and was extremely shocked.
Fu Shui, which was obviously a lie, actually made the respected master recover.
Ying Caihong followed Yoko's gaze, showing a look of astonishment.
It turned out to be a cup of water soaked in Huang Fu that saved her.
"Honored Master, it was the Taoist Priest who saved you."
Yoko came back to his senses and reminded.
Ying Caihong looked at Cao Yi, his eyes filled with gratitude and the desire to survive.
"You are already terminally ill, and Fu Shui can only help you relieve your illness."
Cao Yi explained that Ying Caihong would not misunderstand that Fu Shui could save her life.
Ying Caihong's eyes immediately dimmed.
"If you don't want to die, find the flower of the other side as soon as possible."
Cao Yi added another sentence.
Ying Caihong regained his composure, turned to the flight attendant and said, "Let the pilot take off."
The latter walked away lightly.
After a while, the business jet took off and shot into the sky.
It takes a long time to get from New York to Beijing.
Cao Yi simply closed his eyes and rested his mind.
I don’t know if it’s the aftereffects of smelling the chalcedony yesterday, or the consumption of drawing talismans.
It didn’t take long for tiredness to set in...
After an unknown amount of time, the fuselage shook.
"Taoist priest, Taoist priest..."
Someone spoke softly.
Cao Yi opened his eyes and saw Yoko looking at him cutely.
Different from before, Yoko's eyes were not only devoid of murderous intent, but also vaguely awe-inspiring.
"Are you in China?"
Cao Yi felt that the business jet was missing.
"Um"
Yoko nodded.
The business jet began to vibrate violently as it descended.
Ying Caihong, who was in poor health, showed a painful expression.
"Respect the teacher"
Yoko shouted in concern.
Ying Caihong took out the yellow charm from the cup and put it in his mouth, with a happy expression on his face.
Yoko breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this.
