Chu Lanyuan, the greatest immortal of all time, the first thing he did after returning from the tribulation was crawling out of the smelly ditch and being chased three times by the city management.
His spiritual energy was exhausted, his sword crashed, and his pockets were cleaner than his face. In order to have a meal of hairy tripe hot pot, he angrily tore up the recruitment advertisement and became the driver No. 001 Of the flying online ride-hailing service.
Colleagues thought he was poor, so he slapped the dashboard with his backhand, pulled onions on dry land, and flipped 720 degrees; a passenger was about to give birth and hemorrhage, so he secretly carved a magic talisman, rushed to the hospital at Mach 2, and paid 200 yuan for perfect attendance.
A provocation from a wealthy family? A kick of the accelerator and flying. Invasion of extraterrestrial fleets? Knock on the window and shout a fine.
When the whole city was going crazy with rumors that the mysterious speedster was a hidden expert, he was squatting on the side of the road counting his change: "It depends on the order if you can get extra goose intestines tonight."
This car is not filled with oil, but with the face of the Eternal Immortal Lord.
