At least Yan Zheng couldn't understand in his heart that these racing people would risk their lives in pursuit of the thrill of speed. Is it worth it?

Seeing the five or six luxury cars racing rapidly on the highway with their roaring motors racing in front of them, Yan Zheng couldn't help but miss his youth.

It was the summer many years ago, when Yan Zheng was still young. At that time, Yan Zheng had not been severely beaten by society and had dreams. At that time, Yan Zheng's parents were still there. On that day, a girl was introduced to the family.

My child, let Yan Zheng go take a look.

Although he didn't want to go but couldn't resist his parents' orders, Yan Zheng lifted up his long bangs, looked up at 45°, and told his family with a handsome and sad attitude that those who pursue their dreams don't need love.

Then he succumbed under his father's big feet.

Damn it, my dad kicked me so hard.

Yan Zheng suddenly felt that ideals were not that important. He had to bear the humiliation and bear the burden to save the dog's life first, and then talk about ideals.

Then on that afternoon full of vitality and full of flowers, Yan Zheng happily covered his buttocks without forcing a smile and embarked on a blind date. They met in a beautiful park.

The blooming roses withered in the sun, just when Yan Zheng thought he was going to die from the heat.

In a blur, Yan Zheng saw that she was coming, she was coming, and she was coming with a smile.

She's coming, she's coming, she's coming with her injured knee.

She was such a bohemian, fresh and refined girl.

Wearing a white shirt and blue ripped jeans, when walking, you can see her blue knees through the holes, and the youthful smile on her face. If there weren't so many bruises on her face, Yan Zheng would think about that

The smile is extremely beautiful.

The moment he saw her knees and appearance, Yan Zheng had to admit that he was thinking wrongly. He seemed to have thought of a certain plot, a certain posture...

This young girl has experienced things that her age should not have experienced...

Yan Zheng couldn't help but sigh, Damn it! This is a wild horse! I don't have grassland at home, and I am a conservative person, so I am destined to be unable to subdue the wild horse.

The girl smiled apologetically, probably seeing the shock in Yan Zheng's heart and explained to him: "These injuries were all caused by me falling while riding a motorcycle!"

Yan Zheng opened his mouth and didn't know what to say. A bicycle was the only two-wheeled vehicle he could ride. It was rare for a coward like Yan Zheng to ride a motorcycle, let alone ride one.

After sitting down, the girl began to tell Yan Zheng about the motorcycle. Yan Zheng couldn't remember exactly what she said. He only remembered her youthful smile and her passionate green years.

They chatted happily, and most of the time she was the one doing the talking while Yan Zheng was listening.

When they were about to leave, she looked at Yan Zheng with hopeful eyes and asked Yan Zheng if he could leave a phone number for her. Yan Zheng smiled and refused. Yan Zheng knew that they were from two different worlds.

She doesn't understand poems and songs in Chinese just like Yan Zheng doesn't understand her speed and passion.

She choked and asked me: "Why!"

Yan Zheng smiled and said: "When you ride fast enough, sadness will not be able to catch up with you."

She shouted at Yan Zheng: "Go away, talk like a human!"

Yan Zheng said: "Do you believe me when I say I'm afraid of death?"

She shook her head bitterly, saying that Yan Zheng didn't understand, saying that Yan Zheng didn't even know what youth was.

It wasn't until a year later that Yan Zheng saw an anime in which a man was driving his father's car on a winding mountain road. The water in the water bowl in front of the car was motionless, and he was leaning on the car window with one hand, feeling completely calm.

Only then did Yan Zheng understand what the girl said, that speed was the pursuit of freedom.

Seeing the same scene today, Yan Zheng wanted to say that speed also follows the footsteps of death. You never know who will arrive first, death or freedom, the moment you step on the accelerator.

The more Yan Zheng looked at the colorful luxury cars in front of him, the more upset he became. He couldn't help turning his head and said to Liu Jinding: "Speed ​​up and pass them."

Liu Jinding had been waiting for Yan Zheng's words for a long time, and the ancient power in his body was almost unbearable!

As an old driver, even if he becomes a ghost, he still has an obsession with chasing speed. He is not doing it for youth and freedom, but simply can't stand those people who drive luxury cars and drive around.

Especially at the moment when he was overtaken by his ghost car (taxi), the stunned and confused look on the other person's face made Liu Jinding extremely happy.

Just like that time on the Jishui Expressway, what was the name of that frightened little yellow haired boy, Zhao Tianba? Or Zhao Jiba... What was his name called Zhao...

The memories were no longer important. At Liu Jinding's feet, the ghost car roared and instantly turned into a blue phantom, surpassing the group of luxury cars in front and driving away.

Only a group of wealthy second-generation people were left who were as shocked as the original Xiao Huangmao Zhao Wei.

During this period, someone murmured in disbelief: "What was that just now? A taxi?"

Of course, in addition to being shocked, some people also said unique sentences.

"Oh no! Was that the taxi just now?"

Zhao Wei gradually slowed down and parked in the emergency lane on the roadside. That car and that person lingered in Zhao Wei's mind like a nightmare.

The desperate taxi, the unreachable speed, and the weird man, it seemed that as soon as Zhao Wei closed his eyes, the eerie and terrifying face of Yan Zheng would appear in front of his eyes.

The red lantern held high in his hand in the darkness, the expression as cold as a dead face, especially the empty and colorless eyes, Zhao Wei once suspected that he had encountered a ghost in Jishui!

Until just now he saw the taxi that Mo A was taking pictures of. Although Zhao Wei was traveling too fast and couldn't see clearly what the license plate was, he was sure that it was a license plate that started with Mo A.

Apart from the one we met in Jishui, Zhao Wei believes that there is no other taxi with such speed in the country!

Could it be that the person he met in Jishui wasn't a ghost? Was he a human? The other party was also from the Demon City? How come I haven't heard of such a person in the Demon City? Zhao Wei didn't dare to say that he had all his hands and eyes in the Demon City.

If he could be considered well-informed, he would have heard of such a famous person.

For a moment, Zhao Wei's mood became complicated.

Ever since he was instantly killed by Yan Zheng's ghost car, Zhao Wei had always had a long-cherished wish to compete with Yan Zheng again.

Due to road conditions on the Jishui Expressway, Zhao Wei did not use the full performance of his car. He is still worried about this. He feels that it was entirely the darkness and undulating road conditions that night that limited his speed. If it were

On the professional track, Zhao Wei is confident that even if he cannot outrun Yan Zheng, he will still lose so miserably!

With thoughts swirling around him, Zhao Wei's friends opened the car doors and surrounded him.

Someone knocked on Zhao Wei's car window and shouted: "What's wrong with Westbrook? Why don't you chase him!"

The rest of the people echoed: "Yes, why doesn't Westbrook chase after him!"
Chapter completed!