Take Along A Spring

Originally, Yang Fann thought he was hallucinating. However, when he tried to think of a way to wake up, he thought he had transmigrated.    

    

However, when the motorcycle that lacked a rearview mirror appeared in front of Yang Fann, he hesitated again. Did he teleport, or was he in a nightmare and didn't wake up?    

    

"Illusion, I'll f * cking make you hallucinate. I won't cut you apart!"    

    

Yang Fann hated hallucinations the most. Who asked Little Cousin to provoke him? Didn't he know that the most painful thing in his heart was losing Little Cousin?    

    

Thus, Yang Fann followed the same method as before, picked up a rock and threw it at the motorcycle not far away.    

    

As a result, there was a crash, and the motorcycle's only intact rearview mirror shattered. It went from missing a rearview mirror to missing both rearview mirrors.    

    

"Hehe, break it. If you want to be cocky with me then I won't be able to destroy you!"    

    

Yang Fann was pleased with himself as he waited for the motorbike to continue breaking into millions of pieces. The little girl from last time broke into pieces like this, it was like a thief getting a kick out of it!    

    

However, Yang Fann didn't break his motorcycle even after waiting for a long time. He was still standing there quietly, like an deaf horse that was waiting for its owner's favor. He looked pitiful and miserable.    

    

"Wow, a new moth has appeared again. It really is a dream, just that it's different. Every time there's a new sensation, it's so beautiful!"    

    

Yang Fann was very competitive. Aren't you going to break it? This reputed one will give you another stone. I don't believe that you can still be so strong!    

    

After searching for a long time, Yang Fann finally found a relatively sharp rock. He swung his arm in a circle and fiercely swung it a few times. With a swoosh, he threw the rock with the tip facing the fuel tank of the motorcycle.    

    

Yang Fann's strength was as strong as an ox. After he swung the stone a few times, he threw it at an unbelievably fast speed. Plus, he was close to the motorcycle, so with a loud bang, he hit the fuel tank of the motorcycle!    

    

"Damn, why didn't I pay attention to that just now? How could there be such a loud noise? When I was smashing that little girl, was it so quiet?"    

    

When Yang Fann smashed the rearview mirror, it actually made a sound. It was just that Yang Fann was too tired and didn't notice it.    

    

This time, the impact was too great. Yang Fann had no choice but to take care of it. The sharp stone actually made a hole in the gas tank and gasoline was flowing out from it.    

    

Yang Fann was stupefied. This dream was way too realistic. Even the smell of gasoline could be smelled. Damn it, how could he not wake up?    

    

Yang Fann just doesn't have a lighter in his hand. Otherwise, he would have lit a fire to see if the gasoline would catch fire. Isn't the dream realistic? If you have the ability, then light a fire for This Seat to see!    

    

It didn't matter if he didn't have a lighter, Yang Fann would drill wood to get the fire. However, there was no wood here, it didn't matter if there was no wood.    

    

Yang Fann found two stones and walked in front of the motorcycle that was leaking oil. He was ready to use the two stones to hit each other, creating sparks and igniting the gas.    

    

For example, if it was an ordinary person, they might not even be able to use two pieces of stone to make a spark.    

    

Yang Fann was different. After a few collisions with the two rocks, sparks appeared and scattered everywhere. Suddenly, two sparks landed on the gas and started burning!    

    

"Holy shit, he really did it!"    

    

Yang Fann jumped three feet into the air. There was nothing he could do if he didn't jump. He was barefoot in the gas just now. If he didn't dodge, he would have become a roasted suckling pig!    

    

Yang Fann's feet were still on fire. Luckily, he noticed that the situation was not good and quickly stepped into the sand. That's why he didn't turn into a roasted pig's feet.    

    

Yang Fann was stunned. What kind of rhythm was this? Whether it was a nightmare or an illusion, this degree of realism was too unbelievable!    

    

Yang Fann watched helplessly as the motorbike turned into a pile of scrap iron in the sea of fire and the burning black smoke filled the air. He felt waves of pain coming from his feet, Yang Fann felt as if 10,000 alpacas were stuffed into his head.    

    

Yang Fann walked over as if he was drunk when the flames had all gone out and the motorcycle that had been turned into scrap metal gradually cooled down. He gently touched a pile of black scraps, then put his dirty black hands into his mouth and licked them, looking like he had seen a ghost.    

    

Yang Fann regretted so much that he wanted to hit the wall. Luckily, this was a desert and there was no wall. Otherwise, Yang Fann would have really hit the wall.    

    

It didn't matter if it was a nightmare or an illusion, it was better to just ride it. Since it was so realistic, he might be able to fly on his motorcycle. If his dream came true, he might be able to ride his motorcycle and leave this desert!    

    

That's right, without the motorcycle, I still have the Golden Cup. In addition to the Golden Cup, I also have the cross-country jeep from the Mountain Leopard organization in Myanmar. Any one of them is more useful than a motorcycle in the desert.    

    

"The spirits of the heavens and the earth, the spirits of the various deities, quickly reveal themselves." The spirits of the earth, the spirits of the various deities, quickly reveal themselves.    

    

Yang Fann pretended to be playing with ghosts. Both of his hands scratched in the air like a duck that fell into the sea, and he was extremely happy.    

    

Originally, Yang Fann did not hold much hope. He was just having fun in the midst of hardships. His physical and mental strength had already reached the limit. If he did not give himself some stimulation, he might collapse at any moment.    

    

However, what Yang Fannwan did not expect happened once again.    

    

Less than nine meters away from Yang Fann, a damaged, tattered van that looked like it was about to fall apart appeared. It was quietly parked there, waiting for Yang Fann to get in and take good care of it … Oh no, the driver!    

    

After staring blankly for several minutes, Yang Fann finally woke up from his shock. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief and carefully observed his surroundings without blinking for a long time. Finally, he confirmed that this broken bread was his golden cup bread.    

    

This time, Yang Fann didn't dare to mess around again. If he were to smash this golden baker car or burn it down, he might regret it to death.    

    

Miracles could not appear again and again. If they did not seize the opportunity, they might not have another chance.    

    

He might as well go up and try it out. There might be some surprise waiting for him!