After Delivering the Food, I Traveled to the Game Live Broadcast

The moment the Blizzard order popped up into a red pop-up window, Xu Feng fell into the infinite abyss with his people and his car. When the survivor was crawling on his knees to decipher the code of the morgue, he scanned his irises at the group of ice coffins: Corpse brother with the tail number 1314, wake up and get your milk tea. The explosion-proof take-out box smashed into Stitch Monster's jaw, the abyss tactical goggles analyzed the ghost nurse's energy core, and the Pikachu helmet that discharged caused the collective tinnitus of the vengeful spirits to ring. The live broadcast signal fluctuated wildly as he tore up the rule book, and holographic warnings filled the sky: Attention! This target is using the morgue as a delivery cabinet! When all the players discovered that this young man who hummed like "Lonely Warrior" and gave five-star reviews to the Boss could actually open cracks in space to deliver food - the blood-colored clouds suddenly exploded and the gilt announcement was made: Global emergency protocol: If you find a rider wearing a lightning helmet, pursue the order immediately. This directive overrides all laws of survival! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.