In May, the weather gets hotter day by day.

Changxi Road, which has been deserted for a long time, is also bustling every day.

Mo Yuan, who was wearing a rider suit who starved to death, was very familiar with this road.

"Hi, how many orders have you given?"

"143 is on order." Mo Yuan smiled.

"Oh, how can I give it to me?"

"secret……"

Business is coming again. Mo Yuan and his colleagues waved their hands, trotted to the store to get takeaway, and came out to ride his little sheep...

Mo Yuan had never read a book and came to Rongcheng at the age of 19.

Um……

Having not read a book does not mean that he is illiterate. When Mo Yuan was very young, he worshipped an old man of charity as his master. In the mountains of their hometown, he learned to learn literacy, practice martial arts, and meditate and cultivate qi every day. The master said that he is a cultivator...

Mo Yuan practiced with the old man since he was a child. After practicing for more than ten years, he had not learned anything. Later, when he got older, he came into contact with the outside world and ran out of the mountains.

I have been to Rongcheng for ten years, worked in construction sites, decoration, and opened my own decoration company, and paid for it. I started delivering takeaway a few years ago and have been working until now.

There is no special trick in the delivery business, just one word "sponsor". Of course, it is better to have a fixed customer source.

A few minutes later, takeout in a high-end community: "Hey, Ms. Liu, your takeout has arrived."

"Wait at the entrance of the community, I'll pick it up right away."

Mo Yuan looked at the time and it was past 11 o'clock. After the order was delivered, he almost went back to bed.

"Why are you here now? I'll give you a bad review?" The woman's voice was a little familiar.

Mo Yuan looked up and looked over...

She also looked at Mo Yuan: "Why are you?"

Mo Yuan's skin twitched gently, and he forced a smile, pretending to be relaxed: "Isn't it me? Give me a good review."

"Why did you deliver takeout?" the woman asked again.

"Uh... I've been delivering takeaway for more than three years." Mo Yuan handed her the takeaway: "Give her a good review, bye."

Liu Xiaomei looked at Mo Yuan who was leaving, held her cell phone, and finally gave a good review.

Mo Yuan left, not far away, stopped and took out his mobile phone and clicked on the takeaway app, clicked 'Stop taking orders', and then took out the Bluetooth headset from his pocket...

‘Walking on the streets and buildings, my heart is full of horses and hunting grounds. The most amazing fragility and confusion, but that’s it. There is heaven and impermanence beyond the sky, and there is mountains and foreign land outside the mountains... I missed my beloved girl... Doing whatever I want is frivolous, and being unable to guard against is sad. Later, I took maturity as a folk remedy...’

"When all the things I want to love are squeezed into the heart. The suitcase cannot hold the distance I want to go, what I want to go is a kind of praise... The wind blows the grass and sees melancholy, and at least there is light when I look up..."

At midnight, the city streets are brightly lit and neon lights are bright.

A group of people in groups of three or three, sober, drunk...

And Mo Yuan is a heartbreaking person.

It is not embarrassing to deliver food, after all, it makes money by your own labor. It's just...it's just...

Many people say that there is no distinction between high and low profession.

In fact, people are most afraid of doing nothing all their lives, but they are comforting themselves to be ordinary and valuable. If there are good opportunities, relationships, and abilities, who is willing to...

The one who just now was Mo Yuan’s hometown and ex-girlfriend.

Mo Yuan worked in a decoration company a few years ago and was also booming for a while. Because he messed up a big job, he not only lost all his previous savings, but also caused his family to help him pay off his debts.

Failed to work and failed emotionally.

Originally, he and Liu Xiaomei had agreed that they would get married when they bought a house in Rongcheng.

"Haha..." Mo Yuan laughed speechlessly as he listened to the song.

Back at the community where the rental house was at the gate, Mo Yuan patted his head and stopped his random thoughts.

What people fear most is random thoughts, but they can't help but think randomly. Turning around, an old man in a Taoist robe appeared in front of him. He didn't know how long he had been wearing the Taoist robe, and it was a little white. Although it was an old robe, it was very clean...

"Old...Old...Teacher..." Mo Yuan saw clearly the appearance of the visitor and stuttered: "Why are you here?"

Mo Yuan had also met him last year, and he was in good health. Now the old man in front of Mo Yuan was hunched over and his face turned pale...

Seeing the old Taoist priest's face clearly, Mo Yuan quickly stood in front of him, ashamed... he wanted to dig a hole in the ground and drill down.

The old Taoist priest was not tall, about 1.65 meters tall. At this time, he was hunched over and looked shorter, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.

"A villain, evil disciple, a terrible thing, no bullshit..." The old guy was still the same as before, and he scolded Mo Yuan when he saw him. He didn't have many words, just a few words...

A villain, a villain, a useless thing... I cursed it over and over again several times, and the old guy snorted coldly, full of energy.

The old guy was more than ten meters away. A girl who was over 1.6 meters tall and cute, standing under the street light, looking at Mo Yuan, looked over, the girl grimaced at him, opened her mouth and spit out two words: When she was back...

If the master hadn't been here, Mo Yuan would have rushed over and beat her up. He dared to say that he was "carried" and he was neither big nor small.

She is Mo Yuan’s sister, Mo Xiao.

Mo Yuan's mood was a very uncomfortable person just now, and now he was about to squeeze out a smile to face the old guy. Although the old guy is weak now, he is a real expert...

The old guy said he was an immortal cultivator, Mo Yuan believed that. The old guy was old but his skills were even better than Mo Yuan. He could not only chop fire bricks with his hands, but also crush pebbles with his bare hands and easily break the five-centimeter diameter steel bars.

It's simply right, it's inhuman.

But his master taught his apprentice so much. Mo Yuan has been practicing with him for more than ten years, and at most he can chop a fire brick with his bare hands. After breaking the fire brick, his palms will inevitably be injured... This is something that ordinary people can do.

"Master, why are you here?" Mo Yuan asked.

"A thing that is unpromising, has you been in peace for so many years?"

"An Ning..." Mo Yuan squeezed out a smile on his face.

"It doesn't matter whether you are peaceful or uneasy." The old guy sighed: "Do you know why your teacher is so awesome?"

"Uh?" Mo Yuan's scalp was numb: "You are always an immortal. The world of immortals, we mortals don't understand..."

"I have golden fingers. Do you?"

Mo Yuan looked at the old man with golden fingers...

What golden finger?

system?

space?

Mo Yuan is a person who likes to read novels and likes fantasy. His favorite thing is farming articles. The most common golden fingers in farming articles, space... There is most likely a spiritual spring in the space... or it is a system...

I heard the old man say he had golden fingers... Mo Yuan opened his mouth slightly and was stunned, not knowing how to answer the conversation.

The two of them looked at each other. After more than ten seconds, Mo Yuan closed his chin and asked, "System or space?"

"A bead."
Chapter completed!