"Ding - you have a new delivery order for Heavenly Tribulation"
Delivery boy Chen Mo looked at the Tribulation Transcendence System that suddenly appeared in his helmet, and the ribs rice in the insulated box in his hand was emitting lightning from the sky. After driving for the drunk female CEO last night, strange thunder patterns began to appear on his body.
"Boy, this body can last up to three months." The old beggar, covered in bandages, squatted in the back seat of an electric car and gnawed on a chicken leg. The lightning on his fingertips flickered on and off: "If you don't want to be turned into a tribulation battery by the six cultivation families, keep the delivery completion rate of each order above 99%."
When Chen Mo delivered the first Zixiao Thunder Tribulation to the 108th floor of the financial center on time, President Bingshan in front of the floor-to-ceiling window took off his gold-rimmed glasses: "My grandfather said before he failed to escape the tribulation, the man who can make the tribulation cloud arrive on time with an error of 0.01 Seconds..." She suddenly tore open her cheongsam to reveal the dark gold dragon pattern: "It must be locked up in the Xia family!"
