Zhu Tianzhong turned the accelerator of the electric car to the end, and the yellow robe takeout box clanked behind him. The mobile phone navigation suddenly started to be weird: "Fifty meters ahead, please spiral up to the sky."
"Zundu, fake toot?" He stared at the golden auspicious cloud icon that popped up on the navigation interface, and the system prompt tone turned into ethereal fairy music. In the rearview mirror, the originally traffic-jammed intersection was blurring, and the asphalt road rolled up into sapphire floor tiles.
The phone vibrated and a new prompt popped up: [You have received the hidden order·Special offer from Fairyland. Countdown 00:04:59]
