Introduction to the main line of Super Hand Camp

In Ashes of Time, Ouyang Feng said, "Many years later, I have a nickname Du. Anyone can become vicious, as long as you have tried what is jealousy. "

My name is Shallow Water, not Du. But I can also be vicious. Anyone can be vicious, as long as you have tried what resentment is. I used to be an excellent racing driver, but unfortunately I have a bigger hobby besides racing, and that is food. From the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month last year, I began to gain weight after drinking the "there is no super delicious Laba porridge in the sky and underground" brought by the bear known as Simon Blowing Blood (here called him the armored runaway bear).

Yes, I have gained weight. My body began to expand like a balloon, until one day I couldn't squeeze into my favorite car, Pink Sweetheart. Of all the racing cars, only the first frog can hold my poisoned body. But because of my weight, the frog can't jump high under my weight, can't get the props hung high, and its driving speed slows down. So, my ranking plummeted. ...

I broke all the mirrors, including the magic mirror that knows everything about the camp.

After leaving the camp, I went to the desert and started another life. You know, racing is just a passionate animation game, but there are people in the game, and where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and there are grievances. There will naturally be trouble. Now I'm a businessman, and my job is to solve this problem for those who want to get a good place in racing but have no strength. Like finding a body double. Of course, I also have my own troubles, that is, the antidote in the hands of the armored runaway bear.

I still run twice occasionally, but I know I will miss the speed race. But fortunately, there are props. For those who are not long-sighted and will stand in front of me, I will crush them mercilessly. For the guy behind me, I will naturally send a lot of banana skins without hesitation. Because I don't want to be stabbed in the back again, just like when I drank that bowl of Laba porridge.

One day, a man came to see me from a distance. Her name is panda. Knowing that I was poisoned, she brought me an altar of "living in a drunken dream". She told me that if I drank it, I would forget many things and how I became so fat and bloated. I didn't drink it, because even if I forgot how thin I used to be, I would still be worried about my current weight.

Panda looked at me, sighed, shook his head and walked out of my house. On the day she left, the wind was blowing south. She deliberately walked against the wind, and the feathers in Benirall's down jacket drifted away with the wind. Later, the panda also joined the crazy motorcade and won the title of the largest number of attack props and the largest number of attackers. In the end, he became the overlord of one side, nicknamed "harming others and not benefiting himself, killing people without paying for their lives."

My business is very good this year, and I just hired a very useful person. His name is eggshell and he also drives a pink sweetheart. But he is a man. It is really disgusting for a man to drive a pink racing car, but it also proves that he is very capable. There is a difference between driving a frog and driving a sweetheart in pairs. Although it is poor, it is a guarantee of quality. But I am also worried, because those who will save their wages to buy their sweetheart will not stay here for long.

A few days ago, I received a letter from the panda. She told me that the armored runaway bear has recently started to move in the western car race again. I casually looked through tomorrow's almanac, which read: post horse movement, firepower gold, Italy and West.

I decided to set out tomorrow to find the real escaped bear, and of course, my antidote.