Seasickness, also known as motion sickness, is mainly caused by the vestibular apparatus in the ear, which perceives the movement of the human body, when it is vibrated by vehicles such as car shocks, and produces an overly strong reaction. Depending on each person's vestibular sensitivity and ability to tolerate vestibular signals, the severity of motion sickness will also be different.

On Earth, the essential requirements of pilots are vestibular sensitive and tolerant. Unfortunately, Wang Qi belongs to the group of people who have an unusually sensitive vestibular apparatus but have no tolerance at all. Tolerance can be enhanced by guò exercise, but considering that the consciousness of the Xiu family's physical body will only continue to grow with cultivation, Wang Qi sadly found that he had no hope of getting rid of seasickness in his life.

When he was about to arrive at the car, Mao Zimiao found Wang Qi, who was huddled in a ball at the edge of the deck. At this time, Wang Qixue was completely domineering, and he looked like he was studying the way of reproduction of living beings, and he couldn't stand steadily. His face was like gold paper, his eyes were closed, and he leaned feebly against the side of the ship.

The cat-eared girl was half distressed and half funny. She didn't expect that Wang Qi, who usually shows off as a tyrant of the fairy courtyard, would have such a wolf bèi time. The girl was aroused by a trace of maternal instinct, went up to pick up Wang Qi, and asked, "Xiao Qi, how are you?"

Wang Qi reluctantly waved his hand at Mao Zimiao. Mao Zimiao held Wang Qi with her right hand, and gently wiped it on the side of the boat with her free left hand. The runes on the armrests of the ship flashed, and part of the wind-resisting runes that had been used as windshields were closed, and the biting cold wind in the sky mixed and sprayed onto Wang Qi's face.

"Feel better if you blow the wind!"

Before Mao Zimiao finished speaking, she felt that Wang Qi, who was picked up by herself, struggled to take a few steps forward. Wang Qi leaned on the side of the ship and retched a few times in pain. It's just that the stomach can vomit is clean, and he can't grasp the magic power of the void creation, so Wang Qi only spits out a few traces of saliva with a peculiar smell.

"Azmeow...... I'm almost asleep...... Leave me alone......"

"Don't learn what people talk about!" the girl sneered: "Besides, it's almost here, I can't let you sleep meow!"

"I'd be glad you could say that to me at night...... Vomit...... ...... vomit"

Mao Zimiao reluctantly interjected and said, "Xiao Qi, you are very immoral to vomit outside, what if it splashes on other people?"

"From Xinshan to Zhuli, you have to pass through two large lakes, three protected areas, and an inland sea, and in terms of probability, the probability of the unlucky eggs I passed by being doused by the sky is too low. ”

The cat-eared girl pointed to the side of the boat: "This is the chili oh meow, here we are!"

Wang Qi's vision was blurred because of vomiting, and he didn't care where Lingzhou was for a long time. Hearing Mao Zimiao's words, he focused on his eyes and looked around.

Below the spirit boat was a layer of veil-like clouds, through which Wang Qi could faintly see the abnormal reflection underneath. At first, Wang Qi thought that there was a lake underneath. But as the height of the spirit boat dropped, Wang Qi found that there was a land of mountains and rivers below, with water between the mountains and mountains on the water. The current of this river network is so slow that people on the boat can even see the reflection on the water. Most of the mountains here are not high, but they are born in a variety of strange places. There are flying stacks between the mountains, and there are artificial buildings dotted on the mountains, which are in harmony with the natural scenery.

In the valley, the landscape is the best place in the world.

"The mountains and rivers in the world are the best in the world, there must be a lot of people who come to play!" Mao Zimiao wanted to say something, but Wang Qi's heart had already flown to the land, and he didn't listen at all.

Soon, the spirit boat was moored on a water. Mao Zimiao got off the boat with Wang Qi, who had spit into a soft-footed shrimp.

As soon as his foot touched the ground, Wang Qi's spirit was much better. He took a big breath and looked around at the same time: "Where is Ai Qinglan dead?" and said that she should look at me more, I was about to vomit to death, and I didn't see her when I needed a pair of medicine. ”

Never mind...... This genius with abnormal brain circuits is probably really only going to look at himself for a while.

Mao Zimiao received a lot of help from Ai Qinglan, and defended him: "Senior Sister Ai also wants to do cultivation!"

Wang Qi held on to the wall of the dock warehouse and jumped twice. At this time, Ruxiang, the lecturer of Xinyue Immortal Academy, flew out, loudly announced the disbandment, let the new disciples move freely, and then gathered at the door of the main hall of the branch altar in the evening.

The new disciples dispersed in a hurry. Wang Qi couldn't walk, he just wanted to wait for a few acquaintances to send him to his destination. But he waited left and right, but he didn't see anyone, as if everyone had forgotten about themselves.

"Wu Fan, bastard...... Is it now charged?" Wang Qi said through gritted teeth.

In fact, Wu Fan really wanted to come to him. But in the place where he didn't see it, a silver-haired canine-eared girl pulled away the young man with a sloppy sense of storage with a wicked smile.

By the way, in fact, the true explanatory child saw this scene through guò spiritual sense. It's just that the Mahayana monks who have been getting older and more uncultivated lately don't say it out of a certain bad mentality.

Mao Zimiao also looked around suspiciously: "Qiqi and the others don't know where to go." ”

"Accidentally making friends...... The trust is not human...... "Wang Qi kept thinking in pieces. Mao Zimiao glanced at Wang Qi and smiled smartly: "Xiao Qi, you just said that you have few friends!"

"I don't have much in my harem at all!"

In fact, Mao Zimiao is also a good choice. The strength of the monk is already better than that of mortals, and Mao Zimiao is a half-demon, and he can climb three mountains without blushing and panting when he carries three Wang Qi. But Mao Zimiao's ability is one thing, and Wang Qi's face is another. Let a cute girl be on the street or resist or hold herself......

Wang Qi made up for the scene of the cat-eared girl princess holding herself through the street and attracting the attention of countless people, and shuddered.

The half-demon girl didn't know what Wang Qi was thinking, but she didn't have similar thoughts. She hugged Wang Qi and asked with concern, "How is it now?"

"Nausea, soft feet. ”

Mao Zimiao looked around and found that there was a porridge stall at the port, and pointed, "Do you want to eat some rice soup meow?"

The half-demon girl was born on the coast of the West Sea, where there is no such thing as "porridge", and the viscous liquid food boiled with rice grains is called "soup", and people there like to say "eat soup".

Wang Qi also looked for a place to rest, and nodded.

Porridge stalls are a common type in the southeastern hinterland of China, where a piece of felt cloth and a few ropes build a shed, and a few tables are placed under the shed, while the stall owner looks at a few wooden barrels wrapped in quilts. The southeast region loves to eat porridge, and this kind of stall is very common.

Unlike Xinyue, who was heavy on business, only monks with purchasing power were allowed to enter the city, and there were many ordinary people begging for a living in the city. Most of the people who eat porridge in this kind of stall are mortals. Seeing two young men and girls who looked like monks walking in, the stall owner did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly cleaned up a table.

Mao Zimiao asked for two signature dishes, gave one to Wang Qi, and took a sip by herself. Wang Qi put down the bowl without taking two bites, and the chopsticks were stirred together in the porridge.

The cat-eared girl was a little worried: "What's wrong?

Wang Qi looked at the herring porridge in front of him with infinite resentment: "I'm a sweet party! Porridge that can't be mixed with sugar can't be considered porridge for me at all!"

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