The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 1087 A real master, she is so beautiful

On the third day, Xiao Jiujiu called Yan Zhixin as usual, and sincerely invited Yan Zhixin to watch a movie.

"There's a new movie that's been released recently. It's about elves. It's said to be the most worth-seeing blockbuster this year. The heroine is so beautiful. Let's go see it tonight?"

Yan Zhixin: "..."

If you guessed right, the heroine of this film is her.

She coughed dryly: "I've seen it."

"Oh, okay." Little Jiujiu was a little disappointed, but his enthusiasm was not affected at all, "Then shall we go racing?"

With such perseverance, Yan Zhixin was too embarrassed to refuse: "Yes."

Stalking is actually so easy to use?

Little Jiujiu cheered: "Great!"

Yan Zhixin said again: "There is only one professional arena in Haishi, let me take a look first..."

Xiaojiujiu was worried that if he didn't book a venue, the game would be too bad, so he immediately said, "It doesn't need to be so troublesome as a professional track, the hairpin bend road is good, and we can play on the main road in the middle of the night."

Xiao Jiujiu looked proud: "I am the leader of the late-night race car race in Nandu."

Yan Zhixin: "..."

That's great.

late at night.

Yan Zhixin drove that tens of millions Lamborghini that was almost covered in dust in the garage, to meet up with little Jiujiu.

Xiao Jiujiu heard the roar of the engine, turned his head, and looked at the streamlined bright orange supercar from the beginning to the end: "Original?"

Yan Zhixin nodded: "Yes."

Little Jiujiu was a little embarrassed: "Mine has been professionally refitted, it seems to be a bit of an advantage."

Yan Zhixin glanced sideways at her: "Mo Junting can beat you with an SUV..."

Little Jiujiu was immediately aroused to be competitive: "I won't lose this time!"

Just as he was talking, a group of motorcycle racers whizzed past them. When they saw them, they even honked their horns a few times.

Xiao Jiujiu glanced across, and said "Cut": "Small sample? Let's go!"

Yan Zhixin picked up the night vision goggles and put them on: "Let's go!"

The two walked side by side to the same level, shouted three two one at the same time, Yan Zhixin stepped on the gas pedal, and the supercar rushed out like an arrow leaving the string.

The engine roared, spreading out in the evening wind.

They quickly accelerated to catch up with the speeding racers in front of them.

The drag racers let out an unbelievable scream.

Not to be outdone, they scrambled to drive after them.

Immediately, a wonderful supercar race was staged on the road.

In the midst of their shouts, Yan Zhixin nimbly passed over the normal driving vehicles in front like a fish swimming, and rode away like an arrow flying off the string, causing bursts of screams.

Leaving the drag racers far behind, Yan Zhixin glanced at Xiao Jiujiu, who was one body slower than her, through the rearview mirror, slapped the horn with her palm, and burst into a smile: "Happy!"

During this period of time, she was very depressed, and it was rare for her to vent freely. She was in such a beautiful mood that she almost flew into the car.

Little Jiujiu couldn't catch up with her until the finish line stopped.

However, Xiao Jiujiu was also very excited: "It's beautiful! Your car drives so beautifully!"

Little Jiujiu raised his head and drank a big mouthful of mineral water: "I finally understand why your car isn't modified?"

Yan Zhixin took a small sip of water: "Why?"

"You don't even need to."

Little Jiujiu looked at her with admiring eyes: "A real master, whether it's a wooden stick or a machete, it doesn't make any difference in his hands, they can all become weapons of mass destruction. The same is true for cars, right?"

(End of this chapter)