Chapter 1: Collide

Wen Xian, if this world is not gentle, can you let me try and let me be your world. Lu Xiao.
Wen Xian's road is quite difficult.
A modified black Mercedes-Benz G is galloping on the road.
Go south along the Qinghai-Tibet Highway from Golmud, cross the Kunlun Mountain Pass, and enter Hoh Xil in a broad sense.
On both sides of the highway are the fleeting Gobi Desert, the twisted but not falling Populus, and scattered wild yaks.
As the altitude got higher along the way, her high reaction became stronger, her chest was stuffy, and she couldn't breathe.
In a buggy.
Wen Xian brought an oxygen cylinder to prepare for oxygen, and listened to the sound from the Bluetooth headset with no patience:
"Oh my aunt, where did you go? The movie you are going to make next month is about to start, and there are several international big-name endorsements. We have all signed contracts with them!"
On the highway in daylight, the scorching sun was shining.
In the distance is the iconic strip of camel grass, split into plates.
Wen Xian felt more noisy listening to the manager's voice. He held the steering wheel with one hand, opened the lid of the oxygen cylinder, and took a deep breath of oxygen into the air inhalation hood. Then he said, "Push it all," I entered Tibet early."
"what--!"
A loud voice came from the phone, but it was not her manager, but the voice of a man.
Hearing the other party's voice, Wen Xian's eyes twitched faintly.
She knew nothing more that this man was Huo Qi.
Huo Qi is an extremely rich and rich second generation who has always pursued himself.
He is the second child in the family.
So people in the circle called Huo Er.
"Wen Xian! You ran to the shabby place to hide from me, right? You are really good!" Huo Er cursed.
The windows of the car were not closed tightly, and the strong wind chucked in from the window of the car and echoed in the car.
Wen Xian shook his forehead and smiled lazily: "The chase is really tight, Young Master Huo, I ran to my agent. Seriously, you can't like it as a big man. Is it masculine? What's the matter with chasing me every day?"
Huo Er: "What the is masculine?"
Wen Xian paused: "For example, a man."
"puff……!"
Huo Er was almost choked to death by her, "Man, man...!? You crazy woman, do you want to die, dare to play with me, do you think your master is your spare tire? You can do everything, If you can't make it clear!"
Wen Xian: "Then are you willing to be my spare tire?"
The extremely backbone Huo Er: "I do!"
When the licking dog licks to the extreme, there is nowhere for other dogs to lick.
Wen Xian: "..."
Huo Er's voice continued to be heard from the phone. It meant that she wanted to come to her, but Wen Xian didn't listen too much, because when she glanced at the rearview mirror, she was full of excitement.
Three black lines slipped down his forehead.
I saw a group of wild yaks chasing their car on the black Gobi on the side of the highway where my Mercedes-Benz G was.
"Damn it!"
She said how it felt like the earth was shaking just now.
I have experienced all the harsh environment on this road. The hard salt-alkali shell, the arrogant Yadan, and the billowing dust of the black Gobi are still being chased by wild yaks!
What luck.
When she stepped on the gas pedal, she suddenly accelerated to 200.
At this time, the other side.
...
...
A Wrangler drove down from the undulating Gobi Desert and headed for the highway.
A voice came from the intercom: "The Marine Corps, the Marine Corps, and the Kumtag No Man's Land were invaded by several people yesterday. They ran away and were not caught. According to the escape route, they should have come to our side."
Kumtag is close to the National Nuclear Test Zone, and there will be criminals who want to pretend to get in and take pictures.
The man took the walkie-talkie and responded with a cold hard sandy voice: "I see."
[Ninth brother: Ow! Frozen claws! The male and female protagonists are super sweet, and the old driver is online again, which is cool and exciting. Hope the beautiful people will like it! ] Ps: The male protagonist Lu Xiao, the xiao (xiao) of a generation of heroes.