The wings of the helicopter turned and soon left the beach. Xia Yihan quietly watched the sky getting closer and closer to him. Ye Zimo personally drove the helicopter to the side of the sea.

I don't know how long it has been flying. Xia Yihan only sees the scenery around him changing from the sea to the ocean gradually. He has seen all the mountains around him, only the dark sea and the moonlight.

The helicopter's operating pan rang with a low oil volume. Xia Yihan looked at the leaf ink that he had ignored and could not help but sound a warning: "The engine has run out of...