A Thousand Miles of Exile, Extreme Pursuit?_2
Because he was very lucky, his parachute was caught on a tree branch when it landed.
Alright then.
It might not be accurate to call it a branch.
To be precise, the parachute was hanging in a pile of garbage.
He felt the stench that rushed straight to his face.
No matter how shocking the scene in the sky was, Li Yueming couldn't feel the slightest poetic feeling.
He did not know if the heavens were messing with him.
In any case, he always felt that someone was messing with his mentality when he came to this world.
He covered his nose and fell to the ground.
He looked around.
Lights could be seen flickering about ten kilometers away.
He should be in a garbage collection station in some city.
However, this planet's technology was already so advanced. Why was the garbage still piled up in such a mess?
Li Yueming threw the parachute into the trash.
Speaking of which...
Strictly speaking, landing here wasn't a bad thing for him.