For the first time, Liuyue felt that her cheeks were cramping badly. The driving of Xuanyuan Che's car was too harmful to the body of the car. She did not forget to jump up and said: "The tire ran away."
"It doesn't matter." Xuanyuan Che answered confidently.
As for the tires, they will run away if they run away, and it will not affect his driving.
Liuyue was really speechless after hearing this. It doesn't matter if the tire runs? Should he go down and run instead of the tire?
"Little things." Dugu Ye actually said the same thing, and then he saw that he didn't do much, and the car became lighter.
"A horse with three legs can also run." Ouyang Yufei and Yun Zhao said with smiles at the same time.
Then, Liu Yue felt that the car was getting lighter and lighter. Xuanyuan Che drove the three-legged tires without any effort and continued to speed on the road.
So, on the star-studded road, I saw a car with a front hood that was half dented, a rear taillight that was knocked to pieces, a door missing from the body, smoke constantly coming from underneath, and a tire missing.
, is moving ghostly at a fierce speed.
Speed, power, night moon.
The bottom of the winding mountain road was overcrowded at this time. There were people in both lanes and the lights were bright. That was the end of the race.
"Boom, boom, boom..." As the first black car appeared in the crowd's sight, the people here were excited.
"Haha, the wind has won. As expected, we are number one in the underground black market."
"No, you won a lot for me again..."
"Damn it, why did you ask him to win again..."
The noises coming and going made this place extremely lively.
And just when the excitement and wind power were in hand, a car with a rather outstanding appearance appeared behind him, roaring towards him.
"Ah, what kind of car is this..."
"Holy shit, you can run away even if you're so rotten?"
"Is there any mistake, Santara, Santara of the masses..."
After seeing the sign of the car clearly, the crowd waiting for the winner on both sides of the driveway became uneasy.
BMW, Ferrari, Bentley, Porsche... If they recognized such a car, the Santara 2000, which cost around 100,000 yuan, actually pursued their black market king at a ghostly speed. This is really embarrassing for those who love racing.
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When will tractors be able to drive at the speed of airplanes?
"Bump, hit me." Yun Zhao was furious in the car.
"No need to save face for me." Ouyang Yufei smiled evilly.
Duguye just snapped his fingers and rushed without saying a word.
Seeing this, Liu Yue touched her forehead wordlessly. She used to think that she was a very calm person who loved to shout, but now she realized that the person who loved to shout was here.
Xuanyuan Che, who was driving, needed Ouyang Yufei and others to say that as soon as he caught up, he used all his momentum to hit the rear of the first car.
"Bang." A burst of sparks flew out, and the hood became more and more damaged.
At the same time, the first car was also hit by Xuanyuan Che's desperate collision. It bumped forward several times and started to snake.
As he climbed up, Xuanyuan Che quickly overtook the car and kept pace with the car. He turned in the opposite direction, and the car suddenly turned around and hit the guy.
There is no one alive in the world who dares to make them look good, and dares to attack them, and there is no precedent in this world.
"Ah, so arrogant..."
"Holy crap, three tires..."
"day……"
All kinds of swear words boiled out in the excited crowd, and the three-tire Santara... wuwu, God won't wait for this.