But when that yacht approached, Jiutiao Meiji was also puzzled.

Each of them youthful and beautiful, extraordinarily attractive, not just the men in the security team, even Jiutiao Meiji herself was a bit dazzled.

Most importantly, these people had fair skin, slender limbs, with no signs of having exercised at all.

"Luckily you're female, otherwise we wouldn't dare to get close to you," said Li Qianxia, a girl from Xia Country.

The Witch was responsible for translating.

Jiutiao Meiji's gaze swept over Li Qianxia, scanning around, finally landing on Turquoise Pool and Nine Heavens Mystic Goddess.

Both exuded an air of nobility, presumably the core figures of this small circle.

"We've had a little accident, and we need to borrow the yacht. When we reach England, I'll pay ten times the value of the yacht as compensation," said Jiutiao Meiji.

"It would be even better if we could gain Miss Jiutiao's friendship," Turquoise Pool said with a smile.

Swish!

All security personnel took out their guns, the dark muzzles pointing at everyone.

Jiutiao Meiji never revealed her identity from start to finish.

"Ah!!" Li Qianxia screamed.

She gave herself a ninety out of a hundred for her acting skills.

The remaining ten points would depend on the scene setting, namely whether her teammates were convincing; otherwise, no matter how well she acted, it wouldn't be useful.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed these fairies were indeed drama queens, trembling like delicate flowers swaying in the wind.

Except for Turquoise Pool, Nine Heavens Mystic Goddess, and Phoenix, who remained calm, with Phoenix even pulling out a pistol.

Seeing her pull out a gun, Jiutiao Meiji instead felt relieved. A group of fragile beautiful women daring to venture alone at sea? Normally she'd be suspicious, let alone now.

Turquoise Pool extended her hand and smiled: "A student from Xia Country, surname Zhao, Zhao Qingyao."

Among students from Xia Country, there is a special group who uses legal fake identities, their demeanor vastly different from other students.

Among these students, a small number adopt the fake surname "Zhao."

Jiutiao Meiji extended her hand and shook hands with the other: "Jiutiao Meiji."

Turquoise Pool observed the fifteen-year-old girl in front of her, her face stunning, her large eyes slightly arrogant, yet due to the exchange of emotions, possessing a hint of allure. Her slender yet voluptuous figure even made simple jeans intriguing.

Releasing her hand, Turquoise Pool stepped aside: "Please."

Watching the distant yacht, Li Changzhou fell into contemplation.

"What do we do?" he asked.

After a fierce battle, it just so happened to be sunset, the evening sun gilding the three of them.

"What about the submarine?" Yang Qinglan asked.

"It can only seat two people."

"You swim back," Chang'e said matter-of-factly. Then, after some serious consideration, she added, "We can give you a rope and drag you along."

Before Li Changzhou could say anything, Yang Qinglan spoke: "Let's squeeze in."

"Should I hold you?" she asked Chang'e.

"You're pregnant, I'll hold you."

"There's another option," Li Changzhou said, stroking his chin, "Chang'e can pilot, and I'll hold you."

"I can't," Chang'e said.

"It's very simple, I'll teach you, and you must learn just in case."

Sigh, Yang Qinglan usually doesn't want to let go when held in her arms.

Yang Qinglan's face had a slight blush, and Chang'e quickly learned to operate the submarine, because at sea, there's no need to worry about "accidents," giving her plenty of attention to notice the two people in the co-pilot seat.

"What's jumping around?" Chang'e asked, staring at them.

"The heart," Yang Qinglan replied.

"But it's down there," Chang'e's gaze shifted downward.

"Dantian," Li Changzhou answered, "I'm cultivating Inner Strength."

"Better not cultivate," Chang'e said disdainfully, "It's better if you don't have it. If you have it, you'll want to use it, and once you use it, you'll die."

"You're right, I won't cultivate then."

"Then why are you still jumping?"

"... Be careful, there's a shark ahead."

The shark reacted faster than the submarine, avoiding this strange, unfamiliar object.

Due to Chang'e's intense maneuvering, Yang Qinglan's body was on the verge of going soft.

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