After lunch, Jiang Zhenling led Jiang Han to the door.

"Where's your broom?" My sister asked suspiciously, and then sighed: "Sister, it's not okay to lose such a big person." ”

Jiang Han only felt a burst of grievance, if he hadn't been reborn in this strange world, he wouldn't have been educated by his sister like this. But it is true that those who are not familiar with life can only rely on others.

After the younger sister sighed, she took Jiang Han back to the room on the second floor.

"Broom, if you don't rely on it when you go out, then you can only rely on bus 11." The younger sister said a popular cold joke in this era, took a well-maintained broom from the shelf in Jiang Han's bedroom, threw it into Jiang Han's hand, and advised: "Don't put it in the room next time you run out, although you like it very much, it is more convenient to put it on the broom stand in the entrance." ”

Jiang Han nodded tightly, the broom was heavy, but he could feel that the magic power on his body was pouring into it.

The younger sister seemed to sense something and looked around. She thought for a while, didn't rush out, and observed in Jiang Han's room for a while, then she walked to the desk in the room, grabbed a wooden staff about a meter long from a small shelf at the left end of the desk, and took off a witch hat on the bookshelf of the desk.

She glanced at Jiang Han: "Are you really sick?" Not even a wand. ”

Fortunately, my sister was used to my sister's weirdness today, so she didn't say anything more, just gently pressed the witch hat on Jiang Han's head, and then pinned the wand that was neither long nor short on the waist of her sister's clothes.

The two sisters walked to the door.

My sister picked up a broom at the entrance, pushed open the door, then turned her head to look at Jiang Han and said, "I'll fly in front in a while, you follow, don't fly too high, just follow, and don't think about flying too fast." ”

"Hmm......" Jiang Han replied.

Although she didn't know how to fly, she thought of a way. Standing at the door of the entrance, he adjusted his hat to the mirror by the door, and his afterglow kept sweeping towards his sister. After a while, my sister will do what she does, and she will do it.

Jiang Zhenling first touched the tail of the broom to the ground, sat on it sideways, and floated with a light tap of the broom on her toes......

It doesn't look difficult.

Jiang Han repeated his sister's movements in a similar manner, sat on it sideways and floated. When riding the broomstick, you can feel a tight attraction from the pole, and it seems to be sitting on an invisible cushion, which is not hard at all, and it is very relaxed.

The younger sister glanced at her and asked suspiciously, "Sister, are you here to be a relative?" ”

"Nope!"

Jiang Han really hated the words 'come to relatives' and 'sister'.

Hearing her denial, Jiang Zhenling tilted her head and looked at her undeniably, organized her language and said: "Usually you sit on it directly and catapult out, but today's honest side-sitting take-off makes me a little uncomfortable." ”

She was halfway through her speech, thought about it and said very sincerely: "Sister, your ladylike appearance makes me sick." ”

"......" Jiang Han felt that if he continued to talk about it, he might be angry with his sister and hurt himself.

Without waiting for his sister to say anything more 'direct and sincere', Jiang Han tapped the ground with his toes to float better, and the cool air made people feel happy.

Flying is not difficult, or it is a little simpler than Jiang Han imagined, it is as simple as controlling which direction her legs go, she has already mastered the skill of flying after floating for a while.

She played for a while, and her sister had already locked the gate and floated to the same height on a broomstick.

"Keep up with me, don't fly too fast and don't go too far!" My sister's voice was much louder, but it sounded quieter in the air than before. She pressed one hand on the tip of the broom and began to slowly accelerate forward.

The flight is not too fast, so that Jiang Han can follow without pressure, and he can also take a tour of this familiar and unfamiliar city while relaxing.

Different from the Nanxiang of the previous life, this coastal city in the nineties is bustling and does not look like a place in the nineties, with skyscrapers everywhere and shocking hanging gardens, which make people feel the powerful engineering power of the witch.

There are not many pedestrians on the streets on the ground, and ordinary people travel on bicycles and buses. In the sky, you can see many witches flying on broomsticks, their flying skills are all kinds of eye-opening, some witches wear 80's toad glasses, wrapped in cotton clothes, and soar at a speed that definitely exceeds that of ordinary airplanes.

The city seems to be divided into ground and sky, with countless small empty islands floating in the sky, and the buildings of witches are built.

Jiang Han turned his head and saw that the whole picture of the community where his home was located was also a small empty island, floating quietly in the air, as if it was a scene in a fantasy world.

Although Jiang Han was a road idiot in his previous life, it is much easier to identify the direction in the air than driving on the ground, almost in a straight line.

The final destination is a quirkily-shaped empty island, a semi-circular circle with a large number of shops built on two sides, like a street floating in the air. It is said to have a strange shape because it is turned over from the left side to the right side of this semicircle, with the normal sky island on the left and the building on the right built under the sky island. There were quite a few witches riding broomsticks around it.

There is also a small floating island of about 20 square meters near this empty island, with a street sign "Vientiane Trade Street" inserted on it, and from time to time there are witches who dock on it to rest before flying into the trade street, which is thriving.

Docked on a platform in the middle of the trade street, a witch wearing a jungle green cloak greeted her, wearing a sand-colored hood, and greeted in a warm voice with a bit of the characteristics of the times: "Hello comrade, do you want to store a broom?" ”

Jiang Zhenling grabbed her broom, took Jiang Han's by the way, and handed it to the witch: "Hello comrade, what is the charge?" ”

The witch took out a small notebook and wrote down a few strokes: "It is free from 9 o'clock in the morning to 7 o'clock in the afternoon, please register your name." ”

Jiang Zhenling walked over, wrote the names of the two sisters, and took the certificate in the pocket of the robe.

The witch comrade carried a broom on her shoulders and walked to the guard room of the docked platform to store the brooms of the two.

I have to say that this era may be a little barbaric, but most of the people who shout comrades to each other are credible, which is probably a kind of credibility that really exists in society.

Jiang Han followed behind her sister, trying her best to make herself look less curious.

The shops on the street are all strange witch shops, one shop sells flying high-back chairs that can replace brooms, another sells all kinds of scrolls, some comrades are distributing posters for the 'Literary Song and Dance Troupe', and some shops hang announcements of 'forest development, ocean development, and buying xx materials'.

There are also many distinctive slogans: "Seize the opportunity, dare to seize the opportunity, bravely seize the opportunity" and "If the economic development is carried out, the witch population will keep up"

The whole trade street is both west and east, magical, and even mysterious.