Ye Haoran was upset by Mu Ziran's crying. He threw her hand away and scolded: "Don't affect my game. If you don't want to watch, get out."
"It's a game, let's take it out on girls." Leng Yan frowned and turned to Mu Ziran: "Since he is seeking death, why are you stopping him?"
Mu Ziran didn't say anything, but looked at Leng Yan with sad eyes. Leng Yan sighed secretly and nodded to her, indicating that he would pay attention.
"Let's start!" Ye Haoran snorted coldly, interrupting the eye contact between the two.
The two of them got on the motorcycle at the same time, as if they had made an appointment. Neither of them were wearing helmets. They were more than thirty meters away from the cliff, looking ahead and preparing side by side.
"You come and shout to start!"
Ye Haoran said to Mu Ziran who looked frightened. Mu Ziran waved her hands and shook her head desperately. She was not willing at all. She was very scared. Not to mention that she was the one who shouted to start. Even just looking at it, she felt frightened.
"Count one, two, three, it's very simple, it's okay!" Leng Yan said. Mu Ziran's expression changed, and finally he gritted his teeth and agreed.
"one…"
Mu Ziran shouted, her voice trembling, and her legs began to tremble.
Tuk-tuk-tuk!
Along with her voice, the two started their motorcycles at the same time, holding the clutch in their hands and stepping on the brakes. The accelerator was slowly increased, and clouds of dark exhaust gas spurted out from the exhaust pipe, making a harsh noise.
Breaking the tranquility on the top of the mountain.
"two…"
Mu Ziran's heart was trembling, her voice was shaking so much, her mouth felt dry, her throat was terribly dry, her voice was hoarse and deformed, but she still didn't say the next three words.
Because once she shouts this word, Ye Haoran will drive towards the cliff and possibly fall down, his body and soul will disappear, and the two will be separated from each other from now on.
The more he thought about it, the more scared he became. Mu Ziran shook his head suddenly and shouted: "I won't shout..."
The sound was drowned out by the roaring sound of the motorcycle. When Leng Yan and Ye Haoran saw him shouting "two", they subconsciously thought that what she said after her was "three". Without hearing her words clearly, they drove away with their cars.
The motorcycle quickly approached the cliff. The wind on the top of the mountain blew up their clothes and messed up their hair...
The two motorcycles were getting closer and closer to the cliff, but they showed no signs of stopping. Instead, they rushed straight towards the cliff and kept accelerating.
Fifteen meters... ten meters... five meters...
Accelerate! Still accelerating! Still accelerating!
Mu Ziran looked at the two people speeding away in horror, and wanted to call out to them, but found that her throat was so dry at this time that she could not speak at all, and her whole body was shrouded in a huge fear.
Four meters...three meters...two meters...
Ye Haoran's face was ferocious, his eyes were red and scary, he clenched his teeth and stared at the darkness in front of him, letting the mountain wind hit his face, with no intention of stopping.
If he wants to win, he must win!
Technically, he is better than Leng Yan. If his courage is not as good as his, then his life will be meaningless.
One meter, when the motorcycle was still one meter away from the cliff, the sound of braking came. It was Leng Yan, so he stepped on the brakes first.
Hearing the sound of brakes in his ears, Ye Haoran smiled, and then stepped on the brakes. The huge inertia made it impossible for his motorcycle to stop immediately, and he and the car rushed down the cliff.
The moment he fell, there was no fear in Ye Haoran's eyes, but only relief and relief. He finally had something better than Leng Yan, he was less afraid of death than him!