Yue Qingqing was startled and stood up from her seat.
The flight attendant hurried over, "Excuse me, ma'am, our plane is about to take off soon. Please fasten your seatbelt, thank you."
Yue Qingqing knew very well that there was something wrong with this flight.
Otherwise, it would be impossible for everyone to have this kind of Qi Fortune over their heads.
Although Yue Qingqing couldn't see her own Qi Fortune, she guessed it wasn't much different.
It was pitch black, like the deepest night, only endless darkness remained.
All the colorful Qi Fortune shades had disappeared, leaving only the terrifying, deathly aura.
The plane cannot fly!
But at this moment, if Yue Qingqing said this, she feared she would be taken for a lunatic.
The flight attendant looked at Yue Qingqing somewhat puzzled.
"Please sit back down and fasten your seatbelt, thank you for cooperating."
Jiang Jingze also stood up to calm Qingqing.
