Sword and Magic and Taxi

He stepped on the accelerator and entered the space passage. There was no need for a steering wheel here, so Zhao Mai fiddled with his phone and finally figured out how to use the taxi app. It turns out that there is also an instruction manual hidden under About this software. There is a sentence mentioned at the beginning: If you want to receive travel orders, you must have people, cars, and mobile phones together. If you lack any of them, it will be useless.

The Destiny Gold Coin is the most important prop for driving. It may be called fuel or tax, but it all means the same thing. The generation of destiny gold coins seems to be related to the stability of the space world and the complexity of the rules, but the instructions do not specify the relevant method. In short, the tolls in different worlds are different, which the old angel once told Zhao Mai.

Since it is a taxi, the price can be adjusted according to the actual situation. Things like waiting fees, increased fees for space turbulence (rainy and snowy days), and accident insurance in war environments can all increase the income of drivers. But the most important thing Zhao Mai discovered is returning to the void.

If you only travel one way, passengers need to pay double the destiny gold coins for the distance. Since the gold coins will be consumed during the crossing, the driver will not get the gold coins, so the driver cannot be allowed to lose money and go home. If we go to a world that can only be reached by five gold coins, does the driver have to pay for the five gold coins out of his own pocket on the return trip?

Old Angel, you tricked me into not telling me such an important thing? He finished browsing the FAQ, put the phone aside, and concentrated on driving. After passing the starry sky passage, the car shook slightly, and when I looked up again I found that I had returned to the airport expressway.

On the busy highway, no one seemed to notice this private car that suddenly appeared. Maybe this is also the effect of magic? The long-distance bus behind honked its horn, expressing dissatisfaction with Zhao Mai's speed of only 100 kilometers. Now that we are back on a smooth road, it really doesn't make sense to keep driving.

After several overtakings, Zhao Mai quickly regained the familiar feeling. He opened the map software on his phone and chose to use satellites to adjust the time. After a while, he determined that the time flow rate on both sides was indeed thirty to one.

No one has called him for more than two days. Only the lovely and conscientious communication company sent condolences text messages and reminded him of the remaining network traffic for this month. In a daze, Zhao Mai had an unreal feeling, as if he had never left at all. Lake Ashes, Nebo Town and the Departed Walker Community were all just a daydream.

Woof woof! Li Liang yelled from the back seat, jumped up to the front seat, squatted on the chair and stuck out his tongue at Zhao Mai. That was not a dream, Zhao Mai was sure, it was an extraordinary adventure.

The car did not get off the highway, but turned a corner. Zhao Mai is not in a hurry to return to his home. He plans to go directly to his parents and deliver the medicine to get rid of the disease.

After driving for more than six hours continuously, Zhao Mai didn't feel tired at all. Maybe it was because he felt like returning home, maybe because the force of nature strengthened his physical fitness. He stopped once on the way and filled the tank at a gas station. After returning to the real world, his car started to consume gas again, and he could clearly feel the bumps on the road. While refueling, Zhao Mai pressed the engine cover hard, but couldn't press it down at all. Maybe it's still indestructible, but he really doesn't dare to test it anymore. He can't just hit something with his car and see if it will be damaged, right?

Mom, are you at home? Zhao Mai dialed the phone and tried to calm down his excited voice: I have two days off. I will come back to see you. I will be home soon.

You'll be home soon? Why didn't you tell me earlier so I could prepare some delicious food for you! Mom complained in a surprised tone. You are so old and there is no planning at all. You don't have to go anywhere, just go home now. Your father will be back soon, and I will buy some food. In the evening, your younger brothers and sisters will not have to go to self-study, and they will all come back for dinner!

By the way, Mom, I'm not alone, I brought a dog with me.

Girl? Mom was strangely silent for a moment, and then said hurriedly: I know, I know, you don't have to worry about it, just come back as soon as possible! How old are you, Birdsong...

Nagging, my mother hung up the phone.

Zhao Mai took a deep breath, rubbed his nose, and tried not to shed tears. He turned his head and said loudly to the food reserve: Dog, there is something delicious to eat tonight!

The food reserve was jumping around wildly in the carriage, wagging its tongue and splashing saliva everywhere.

When he got downstairs, he found a nook where no one was paying attention and parked the car. Zhao Mai picked up his backpack and dragged the dog back home. This place still feels familiar. Before he went out to explore, this was his fortress and his paradise. Throwing aside his straw sandals (his shoes were gone when he fell into the water), he walked in with bare feet. Suddenly he lowered his head and felt something was wrong. His attire looked abnormal.

He was wearing leather armor, linen trousers, and a ring of bullets on his belt... Fortunately, these bullets were so big and scary that they were not real at first glance, otherwise the waiter would have called the police at the gas station (it is also possible that Report to a doctor, psychiatrist or something). He hurried downstairs, unloaded all the dangerous items, turned back home, dug out his old clothes, and started taking a shower.

The grain reserves did not escape this disaster. After struggling for a few times, the puppy accepted its fate and followed Zhao Mai's rubbing. One person and one dog struggled for half an hour, and finally it was clean and refreshing.

The key clattered outside, and the door opened. Dad coughed hard twice, stamped his feet, and changed into slippers. Zhao Mai hurried over and hugged him hard to vent all his worries, longings, worries and love. The father's face was a little pale, he hit his son with his fist and pushed him away gently. Then he poked his head into the room, then turned around in confusion and asked, Your mother said you brought your girlfriend back, where is she?

What kind of girlfriend, how come I don't know about it? Monk Zhao Maizhang couldn't figure it out. I didn't come here on my own. A friend gave me a dog. I didn't want to leave it alone at home, so I brought it with me. Ah Liang, come here and see Dad!

Reserve ran over obediently from the back room, sat on the ground, stuck out his tongue in a flattering manner, and slapped his tail quickly on the ground, like a pile driver. Dad seemed to like small animals, so he immediately knelt down and stroked them with his big hands. Why do you call me daddy? It's the same generation as you?

Well, you can say this to express your closeness in normal times, but seniority cannot really be calculated like this, right? The food reserve can be regarded as a brother, which is no problem, but Zhao Mai will never admit that he and the dog are of the same generation. Seeing his father and A Liang having fun, Zhao Mai took the opportunity to go back to the house, took out the disease-removing medicine from his backpack, and handed it to his father. Dad, this is the folk remedy I asked for. Please drink it and try it to see how it feels.

Has your mother told you? Dad scratched his face with his index finger. Zhao Mai's habitual movements were inherited from here. I told you not to let her tell you, so as not to worry you. You all have your own lives. Your mother and I can solve the problems that happen to me.

Hey, I'm not here to be criticized for my good intentions. Dad, please drink quickly. If your son continues to be unfilial to you, then you will be really sad, right?

Bad boy! Dad took the medicine bottle, looked at it, opened the stopper and smelled: Where did you get this Sanwu product? How come it is similar to the deceptive Qigong water of the past? Let me tell you, don't If you want to get cured by such crooked practices, you have to rely on doctors.

I admit that this was not prescribed by a doctor, that person is a pharmacist... Hey, that's not the point. Just think of it as qigong water. It's not harmful anyway, so drink it quickly.

Don't tell me, it smells okay. Dad raised his head and drank up the potion.