Tan Junyan stared at the boss with her beautiful eyes, her eyes full of disbelief.

The photo shows a night that has never seen the world.

The wide and flat streets are brightly lit, as bright as day.

There are tall buildings on both sides of the street, some of which seem to be reaching the sky.

Those buildings are simply miracles in architectural history.

What level of civilization must humans reach to be able to build such a magnificent building?

Continuing to look through other photos and videos, I found that in some places the vehicles were like a rushing river.

Metal boxes of various colors shuttled quickly on the road. They were not pulled by cattle or horses, but they could run very fast.

Judging from the photos and videos taken, Wang Yan seemed to be driving that kind of car.

There are also people hurrying on the streets, and they are dressed in all kinds of strange clothes.

Some women wore short skirts, revealing large areas of fair skin.

"Too bold." Tan Junyan couldn't help but shake her head.

She thought this was an extremely unacceptable outfit and completely unacceptable.

Men are better off, wearing short sleeves and exposing their arms.

It turns out this is the world of gods, so avant-garde and so advanced.

Tan Junyan kept swiping the screen, her hands trembling slightly in shock.

The world where gods exist is completely beyond the limits of imagination.

That level of civilization cannot be achieved even if the world develops for thousands of years.

No, the world where gods exist should be the divine realm.

This is what the divine realm looks like.

There is a video that records a sculpture with a strange shape.

The sculpture is surrounded by large fountains, and the water jets dance rhythmically with music and lights.

The colorful lights are flashing, it is a completely dreamlike scene.

In our cognition, water is used for drinking, irrigation or washing, and we never thought that it could change into such wonderful things.

Things that are beyond imagination are actually realized in the world of gods.

Compared with the gods, the current world is simply a primitive society.

Looking at the next video, I saw many street stalls displaying various fruits, colorful and varied.

I recognize some of them and have seen them before, but these are bigger and have better color than the ones I have seen before.

Some, I don’t even know them.

There are still many customers choosing and buying.

That's fruit, and it can be seen everywhere on the street.

Even if there were no natural disasters, people in all countries would not be able to eat fruits whenever they wanted.

“Whoosh.”

Just as I was watching intently, a piece of paper fell out of the shrunken porcelain jar.

Tan Junyan hurriedly picked it up and saw that it was written on it: A batch of apples has arrived, please prepare it and notify me when you have a note ready.

"apple!"

Tan Junyan's expression was somewhat moved.

In the world of gods, apples may not be a big deal.

The quality of life there is high, and if you want to eat something, you can just go to the street and buy it.

But in the years of successive natural disasters, not only the soldiers and civilians, even the emperor couldn't eat apples.

Continuing to read, the note read: Don't keep the porcelain jar in its smallest state. I ordered two breakfasts and I'll throw one to you.

You eat first, and then prepare to receive the apple.

After reading it, Tan Junyan quickly double-clicked on the porcelain jar twice.

…

Wang Yan waited for a while and then threw over a portion of tofu pudding, shrimp buns, and stir-fried vegetables.

…

Tan Junyan looked at the hot breakfast and felt a warm feeling in her heart.

Wang Yan was born in the divine realm where he had no worries about food and clothing, so there was no need for him to care about the suffering here.

But he didn't. He sent water, food, medicine and weapons, and tried to help in any way he could.

In the previous life, he must have prayed to the Buddha for a lifetime, so that he could meet a kind-hearted god like Wang Yan in this life.

It was he who saved the 100,000 soldiers of the Tan family and the people of the entire city at the most desperate moment.

In order to save more than 200,000 people from death, supplies must be delivered continuously.

Even if I were to be torn to pieces, I would never be able to repay his kindness in this lifetime.

He controlled his excitement, stood up and walked out.

He ordered the guards, "Set up a temporary tent, and do it quickly."

He didn't want anyone to know the secret of how the porcelain jar could grow bigger or smaller, so he planned to maximize the size of the porcelain jar alone in the tent.

"Yes." The guard agreed loudly.

While the soldiers were setting up their tents, Tan Junyan washed up briefly and began to enjoy the breakfast brought by Wang Yan.

The tofu pudding is smooth, tender and fragrant, and the shrimp and meat buns are even more delicious when you take a bite.

There are also refreshing and delicious stir-fried vegetables, which are paired with steamed buns and tofu pudding, and are simply a pleasure to eat.

After the soldiers had set up the tents and dispersed everyone, he took out a porcelain jar that looked like a wine cup and fired it twice continuously.

Only after knocking the porcelain jar to its maximum did he throw the written note into it.

…

After Wang Yan read Tan Junyan's letter, he stood in front of the mountain of apples and said:

"I won't be sending you supplies here anymore."

The delivery address for all ordered items was changed to the group warehouse.

There are special people to receive the goods there, so you don’t have to get up in the middle of the night to pick them up.

"receive."

With a thought, Wang Yan subconsciously took several steps back due to the powerful suction released by the porcelain vat that was more than ten meters long.

Boxes of apples, like mountains, poured into the porcelain jar like a tide.

It feels like if you stand too close, you'll be sucked in.

Uh! Is it possible to get there through the porcelain jar?

If dead things can be transmitted, can living things be transmitted?

When you have time, try it.

…

On Tan Junyan's side, she and the other soldiers were staring intently at the tent.

Zi Yang observed for a moment, and seeing no movement, he said:

My dear, there is more to this chapter. Please click on the next page to continue reading. It will be even more exciting later!