Vol 2 Chapter 2050: Published book version 11

For the first time in the first month of the month, I felt that the cheeks were so strong. Xuanyuan Che’s car was too harmful to the car body. While still not forgetting a flying body:
The tires ran.

"No problem." Xuanyuan Che answered the righteousness.
Tire, run and ran, does not affect his driving.
After listening to this, Haoyue is speechless. Is it possible to run the tires? Does he go on instead of running the tires?
"Little things." And the solitary night is also the same sentence, and then see him did not do anything, the body is light.
"The horses of the three feet can also run." Ouyang Yu and Yun Zhao also smiled at the opening.
Then, the moon feels more and more light, and Xuanyuan has no power at all. He drives the three-legged tire and continues to arrogant on the road.
Then, on the star-studded road, I saw a front hood recessed in half, the rear taillights were hit by a smash, the body directly lost a door, the car was constantly smoking, and there was a tire car. The ghost is flowing at an embarrassing speed.
Speed, strength, night moon.
At the bottom of the Panshan Highway, at this time, people were overcrowded, and the lanes on both sides were full of people, and the lights were bright. That was the end of the race.
"Booming..." With the black car that ran first, it appeared in the crowd's sight, and the people on this side boiled.
"Haha, or the wind won, it really is the first underground black market."
"No, it helped me win a lot..."
"Mom, how did you call him to win..."
The noise of the one after another has made the party’s renderings lively.
Just when the excitement and the victory of the wind were in the grip, there was a car with a handsome appearance behind him, and he was screaming at him.
"Yeah, what kind of car is this..."
"I rely on it, can it run like this?"
"There is nothing wrong with Santala, Volkswagen's Santala..."
Seeing the brand of the car, the crowd waiting for the winner on both sides of the driveway is not calm.
BMW, Ferrari, Bentley, Porsche... If such a car, they also recognized that about 100,000 Santala 2000, actually chasing the king of their black market at a ghostly speed, which really makes the love of the car .
When the tractor can also drive the speed of the plane.
"Crash, hit me." The car inside the cloud called momentum.
"You don't have to leave me a face." Ouyang was laughing at the evil spirits.
The solitary night is a finger, not to mention, rushing.
Haoyue saw this forehead and touched her forehead. She used to think that she was a special person who was not calm, and especially loved her. Now she found out that the people who loved the call were here.
Xuanyuan Che, who drives, needs Ouyang to fly. They said that at this time, they caught up. It was the momentum that opened up toward the first tail of the car.
"Oh." A burst of sparks, the hood is more and more devastated.
At the same time, the first car was also hit by Xuanyuan Che, and it hit a few squats in front of the collision.
Going up, Xuanyuan Che has a catch-up with the car, and the reverse is followed by a dozen, and the front of the car is turned to the guy.
I dare to have them look good, dare to start with them, and people who are still alive are not in the world, and the world does not open this precedent.
"Yeah, arrogant..."
"I rely on three tires..."
"day……"
A variety of swearing words boiled out in the excited crowd, the rapids of three tires Santala... Hey, God is not waiting for this.