This flying carpet could be considered a mid to low-grade flying spirit artifact, and had been with her for at least five hundred years.
The Feiyu Carpet seemed quite excited, constantly rising higher and darting about in the sky.
The night wind howled above, as the white feathers fluttered and swayed in the breeze.
Bai Chuwei, drunk as a lord, suddenly came to her senses when she saw something was amiss with Duan Feihan's complexion, having a sudden realization.
The higher they went, the thinner the oxygen and the sharper the drop in temperature. At these altitudes, an ordinary person could easily die of oxygen deprivation!
Bai Chuwei let out a belch from the alcohol, and tried to focus on the space between Duan Feihan's brows, her finger wobbling uncertainly.
Drinking causes trouble, drinking does indeed cause trouble!
Bai Chuwei felt as though there were two Duan Feihans in front of her. She suddenly leaned in and planted a kiss on his forehead, right between his brows.
