On the Tang Dynasty's grasslands.
Motorola collapsed, clutching his head and sobbing.
This was too much!
One task after another, the system gave him no breathing room except for sleep.
At six in the morning, just as dawn broke, the system would promptly issue a task, and it wouldn't end until nine at night.
For a full two months, out of ten thousand tasks, he had only completed less than seven hundred, averaging a little over ten per day.
Just after finishing the task of pulling a thorn from a hunting dog's mouth, Motorola lay exhausted in the snow, savoring this rare moment of rest.
Ding! Task issued: At nine o'clock, three hundred meters away, help a sixty-year-old woman with constipation!
Task countdown, thirty minutes, starting now!
1800~~1799~~1798~~
Ah~~~ F***!
Of the previous six hundred-plus tasks, he had failed two!
Failing once meant losing one centimeter, while completing one added 0.1 millimeter!
Touching himself, Motorola was filled with shame and indignation!
Having completed over six hundred tasks and failed two, he was left with only six millimeters of…
He rolled over and got up from the snow, shaking his legs and running in the direction indicated by the system.
After running three hundred meters, he stood near the task location, looking around.
Sixty years old, according to Eastern reckoning, that was seventy-two. Why the hell hadn't you choked to death?
Was this intentionally waiting for this Tsar to come and mess with me again?
After watching for a while, he finally spotted the target: behind a haystack, an aged backside was exposed.
Motorola rejoiced and quickened his pace towards it.
The old woman's face was flushed red as she strained. Life without tea was too hard. The heavy snow had blocked the roads, and her long-standing ailment had returned.
This time, she had been constipated for a full seven days. If she couldn't resolve it soon, she feared she would become the next tribesperson to die from a blocked colon.
Suddenly, she heard footsteps approaching from a distance. The old woman turned and peered from behind the haystack to see.
She saw a yellow-haired man in strange red clothing looking at her with excitement.
A very bad premonition suddenly arose in the old woman's heart. She quickly got up, pulled down her robe, pointed at Motorola with terror, and said.
Don't come over here~~!
I, Ji Xiyao, will help you solve your problem~
During this time, he had learned to understand some of the herders' dialects. Seeing the old woman's nervousness, he quickly explained.
Upon hearing this, the old woman became even more anxious. Her flushed face even turned pale.
Help! There's a pervert here!
Suddenly, the old woman yelled towards the distant settlement.
Motorola was nervous. Watching the countdown tick away, he had no time to think.
He took a box of chrysanthemum flowers from his space: Chrysanthemum, insert~~
Drink this, it can relieve constipation~~
The old woman stared blankly at the chrysanthemum box in his hand. The box was exquisite, with a hollowed-out design in the center and a transparent plastic window.
Through it, one could see the pale, dry chrysanthemums inside.
For me?
Motorola nodded repeatedly: Chrysanthemum, insert, for you~
The old woman's expression was uncertain. The contents of that box were definitely valuable!
She was already this old, and might die from constipation tomorrow. Her husband had died years ago. It wouldn't be impossible to earn something for her descendants before she died.
With that thought, she gritted her teeth and said to Motorola.
Give it to me first~
Seeing a glimmer of hope, Motorola quickly handed over the chrysanthemum tea box.
The old woman carefully tucked the box away, rolled up the hem of her robe again, and beckoned Motorola with a flushed face.
Motorola eagerly leaned in.
One minute.
Two minutes.
Three minutes.
*Pop~~~*
*Pfft~~*
After a sound like a wine bottle opening, it was an unstoppable flood, like the Yellow River in full spate.
Motorola, caught off guard, was sprayed all over his face.
Ah~~~
F***!
F*** you!
Feeling the stench that could kill a person emanating from his body, Motorola ran, shedding his clothes.
Not far ahead, there was a small lake. He didn't care about the cold anymore; he had to jump in and wash himself clean first.
The old woman felt a long-lost sense of relief. Looking at the fleeing Motorola, a satisfied expression appeared on her face.
Good person, such a good person~~!
She had misunderstood him earlier. Such good people were rare.
Motorola ran desperately in the direction he remembered. He should be there soon.
Thirty meters, twenty meters, ten meters.
*Swish~~!*
I want to fly higher~~~
Seeing the reflection of light in the lake ahead, he leaped high towards the surface, murmuring a song he had learned from the tablet.
However, the next moment, he was cursing again.
F***!
*Bang!*
The lake surface was frozen. He landed squarely on it in a spread-eagle position.
Don't ask why it wasn't a 'too' shape, just ask because that one point was negligible.
*Hiss~~~*
*Cough cough cough~~ Vomit~~ Ugh!*
As the saying goes, the higher you jump, the harder you fall!
This was Motorola's current reality. When he looked up, the pain in his body made him gasp.
But the foul stench was completely absorbed into his lungs without any waste.
The next moment, he coughed violently, until he started to vomit.
Ding, task completed. Congratulations to the host for gaining 0.1 millimeter.
Motorola: @%￥@￥%！#￥
Hahaha, this guy is too unlucky!
Behind the grassy slope in the distance, a team of Torch Special Forces was watching him through binoculars.
The leader, named Ye Jiuxiao, had found Motorola a month ago.
They hadn't participated in the Western Regions War, but after hearing about it later, they went to Suyab City to understand the situation.
One hundred men had gone out, but they couldn't complete the mission assigned by the Duke, which made them feel ashamed. Therefore, after learning that Motorola had fled during the great battle, they stayed in Suyab City and waited for two other squads.
The three squads departed in different directions to search for Motorola.
ps: Two more chapters! Will be posted later!!! Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, everyone. Please leave a donation for love, so I have motivation to stay up late. Thank you.