"Eh, eh, eh, wrong way, wrong way, turn left."
"No, no, too much, a little to the right, yeah, just follow this line."
Mu Rufeng, looking at the constantly refreshing navigation, finally got the direction right for Xiao Long.
Xiao Long's flying speed was also very fast, reaching more than two hundred kilometers per hour.
At this rate, flying back home would take about an hour or so.
Which was quite convenient.
It's just, too high up, it was a bit cold, plus Mu Rufeng was lying on Xiao Long's body in an indecent posture, even placing his butt there.
After thinking for a bit, Mu Rufeng had the bandage quickly wrap around Xiao Long's neck, and then he took out a chair.
With the bandage secured, Mu Rufeng immediately sat down on the chair, and all at once, he felt much more comfortable.
The bandage was also very well fixed, not coming off at all.
"Xiao Long, release some Ghost Power, I'm freezing to death," Mu Rufeng said.
