From Car Overlord To The World’s Top God

Lin Feng seems to have gone crazy recently, he has a strong desire in his heart.

He wants to write novels.

So he refused all work and decided to write an eternal novel.

Thinking about it, there is no good idea.

In this way, he decided to start with writing novels online, so he registered a Huilu account.

Cast his first work online, which is a systematic article.

It is a short story.

The story goes like this:

desert.

The setting sun is like blood.

The hot air seemed to carry a strange sound.

Such a voice on the human face-wrote tiredness.

The camels were full of energy, their heavy hooves stepped on the soft desert...

The rattlesnake swayed its tail and made a meandering trace on the sand.

No one will touch the rocks in the desert during the day, unless they are ready to give up their fingers...

39

The highest temperature in history.

From the depths of the dark sand, drilled a colorful scorpion, which climbed up the rock.

brush!

After a while, it was steamed...

The green shade of the cactus does not make Yun Xiaoliu feel comfortable...

The wind blows, it's hot, like the loneliness and desolation brought by death's sickle...

These people are businessmen from the faraway country of Bandora. Bandora is a backward country. It focuses on the primary industry and grows sweet potatoes... Then they are transported by camel teams to the surrounding powerful countries to sell.

And here, they must face the most cruel test of nature, the vast expanse of sand and the long route.

The man wrapped tightly in a windshield got up from under the green shade and walked to the camel.

He stretched out his hand and took out a water bottle from the backpack on the camel's back, listened to it with his ear, and shook it with his hand.

"Haha...and a little more water"

The man was so happy from ear to ear.

Then, he took the kettle and walked to Yun Xiaoliu.

"Come on! Drink... leave a sip for Dad!"

"Father, do you drink first?"

Yun Xiaoliu looked at his father with beads of sweat on his face, and couldn't bear to drink the remaining little water.

The people next to him didn't want to see such a situation, and even tilted their heads to one side.

Water is the rarest item in the desert.

Without water, it will mean death.

In a sense, in the desert, water is the hope in people's hearts.

They have known the father and son for seven or eight years.

Seven or eight years...

It is neither long nor short.

Because in seven or eight years, it wasn't the air-conditioning in a comfortable environment, it was not the friendship that hugged the beauties with long legs and smoked cigars.

But the real brother in life and death!

However, such a deep friendship is destined to be ruthlessly cut off.

Undoubtedly, they wanted to help the father and son.

The rest of their water just happened to drink all the way.

If they give water to the father and son, then the father and son can survive.

However, what followed was that everyone died together.

Duan Tie is the leader of the crowd, and he stays quiet somewhere far away.

His eyes were like knives, staring fiercely at the direction they came.

If it were not there, they had not encountered the storm.

The father and son will not run out of water...

This father and son rescued everyone...

But now, everyone can only stand by and wait for death to fall on them.

Zhuang's old age is old, but his two legs are strong. He often boasted that some young people did not walk as fast as him.

He had already walked in front of Yun Xiaoliu.

"Give!"

Looking at the water bottle Zhuang Lao handed to him, and then at Zhuang Lao's chapped lips, Yun Xiaoliu fell into doubt.

"Old Zhuang, no! I can't ask for this water." Yun Xiaoliu said.

"That's right! Elder Zhuang, what are you doing? Didn't you say okay on the way, no one will help anyone?" Yun Xiaoliu's father said with a smile.

In such a harsh environment, this man with big eyebrows and big eyes could actually laugh.

"Bah!" Elder Zhuang joked, "No one will help anyone. We would have died in that storm if you hadn't given us water on the road."

Hearing what Mr. Zhuang said, the others lowered their heads.

They all understood the meaning of the old Zhuang saying that the father and son exchanged their lives for their survival.

"Drink! Little Liu! Your Grandpa Zhuang is too old, but you are still young, you can't die here."

Xiao Liu had red eyes, stretched out a trembling hand, ready to pick up Mr. Zhuang's kettle.

Snapped!

Suddenly, his father slapped Yun Xiaoliu's hand hard, causing Yun Xiaoliu to retract with pain.

"What are you doing! Xiao Liu! You are tantamount to murdering Elder Zhuang!" The father's stern voice sounded.

"I...I..." Yun Xiaoliu said hesitantly

, He looked at his father sadly.

Father could tell that Yun Xiaoliu's eyes were full of hesitation and confusion at this time.

The surroundings are quiet, as if even the air has stopped breathing.

"I... I... don't want to die!"

With a cry of great grief, under the cruel and merciless summer, he wandered tremblingly.

...

【Ding! Congratulations to the host, get a new mission! Whether to accept? 】

【Yes! 】

Tan Cunnian answered in his mind.

【Ding! Unlock the first mission and get a super member experience coupon. 】

[New task]

[Level: S level]

[Position: Back Viewer]

·· ··Find flowers···········

[Duration: Twelve months]

[Location: Michela Desert]

Back image person?

What kind of profession is this?

Tan Cunnian can’t remember having heard of such a profession, but he used to be a small employee in a factory, maybe he was really superficial.

【Ding! Unlocking the Super Member Experience Voucher...]

[Unlocked successfully! 】

[Congratulations to the host, I got the Michela God Monument! 】

A few months ago, Tan Cunnian accepted this task, and then he used all his assets to start searching for the Michela desert all over the world.

He reached the coldest Antarctic island and climbed the highest Tianshan Mountain. He also went to explore the complex and dangerous jungle, and was almost hit by a stray bullet outside the war and turmoil.

And in this process, he has always had to carry this heavy monument!

right!

You heard it right!

Just carry it!

........ ...... ...

If it weren't for Tan Cunnian's physical strength beyond ordinary people, if it weren't for his exuberant life value...

I'm afraid he was crushed by this stone monument weighing more than four thousand kilograms.

Even he didn't feel relaxed with the stone tablet on his back.

Back image man...

This has been forgotten, one of the oldest professions in history.

If you don't believe it, please remember carefully whether there is no concept about this profession in your mind.

Just rely on brute force to transport the lost stele to the destination.

Finally received the blessing of the gods.

This is the job of the Back Elephant Man!

boom!

"Oh! I'm exhausted!" Tan Cunnian said with a sigh of relief, putting the stone tablet down.

"What kind of bird spot is it!" Tan Cunnian complained, looking at the endless yellow sand in front of him.

Soon, he will go into the Michela Desert!

Standing on the periphery, he felt the dull air, as if by the boiler!

Tan Cunnian wiped the sweat on his forehead, and then took out the pot of water.

The water is almost bottoming out.

Tan Cunnian held the kettle and shook it a few times.

Slowly, under his hands, the water in the pot increased miraculously, and finally almost overflowed.

Guru Guru!

He raised his neck and took a few mouthfuls.

It looks like that, as if you don't know the preciousness of water.

If travelers in the desert saw Tan Cunnian drinking water like this, they would probably yell at him.

As before, Tan Cunnian didn't really drink up the water.

Leave a little bit so that the water can reproduce when needed...

"call--"

Taking a deep breath, Tan Cunnian carried the heavy stele up again.

Then he took heavy steps, step by step, towards the sand in front of..." Gong.

Thank you for reading this story at mtlarchive.com. Your support enables us to keep the site running!