Ling Wenxuan glanced at the rearview mirror again, and the corners of his mouth pulled up slightly: "It just so happens that we also want to drag racing, so let's play with him." ”

Ling Wenxuan increased the throttle and galloped away.

"Is it the paparazzi in the back?" Liu Yifei glanced behind him again.

Ling Wenxuan's eyes narrowed slightly: "Probably not." When we went out, I made a point of looking around. But we didn't find anyone in our position that was easy to photograph. As a paparazzi, the biggest purpose is naturally to take pictures of us. When the hotel goes out, there is no figure in the place where it is easiest to take our photos, which I think is unrealistic. Besides, if I were a paparazzi, I wouldn't be chasing a car like this. And it's in the case of the other party in drag racing. Also, the average paparazzi have such a technique? I don't believe it. ”

was about to enter the corner, Ling Wenxuan stepped on the brakes and downshifted, moving the car's center of gravity forward, turning the steering wheel violently, and the rear of the car was also thrown out. Immediately after that, he hit the steering wheel again to correct the direction. While stepping on the accelerator, adjust the direction and rush to the end in one go.

Ling Wenxuan wanted to shake off the car behind him, looked in the rearview mirror and shook his head and chuckled: "Look, I can't get rid of it like this, it can be seen that this person's skills are definitely not bad." How could such a person be an average paparazzi. ”

Liu Yifei looked at Ling Wenxuan and said, "Do you think your skills are very good?" Dare to say such things. ”

"That's natural, although I can't say that my skills are top-notch, I still have the level of an average racer." Ling Wenxuan was racing with all his might, his attention could only be distracted, and the words he said were all blunt, and they were not filtered by his brain. He didn't think too much about Liu Yifei's question.

Liu Yifei turned his head to look at Ling Wenxuan's side face, resolute and serious, he didn't say anything or laugh. He replied in a very serious tone about his own jokes, which was indeed quite interesting. In the past, when she was joking, Ling Wenxuan also answered her questions in a joking way, but now that Ling Wenxuan is so sincere, it seems that Ling Wenxuan has a different charm from the past.

looked at Ling Wenxuan's side face seriously. Liu Yifei felt that Ling Wenxuan was indeed handsome, especially when he was serious now. The right side of his face is almost flawless. In this circle, such a face can also be ranked.

Ling Wenxuan drifted on various corners, showing his unparalleled skills. And the same is true of the car behind him, which is not weak. Immediately followed behind Ling Wenxuan's car. One after the other, there was a sense of competition.

In the car behind, the bald man snorted coldly: "MD." Playing Lao Tzu, right? I wanted to wait for you to stop and solve it directly. It's okay to hit a car and die, and now you're still playing cat and mouse with me? ”

Open the window and a hurricane enters through the window. The bald man took out the cigarette butt in his mouth and narrowed his eyes.

"Boy, with such a beautiful woman on Huangquan Road, you can be regarded as worthy of this life." The bald man pulled out a handful of black objects. A faint glow of night light shone through the window on the cold and dark object. It shimmered with a chill that was more terrible than death......

Ling Wenxuan looked in the rearview mirror from time to time, it was precisely because he didn't know who the person behind him was, so he was worried. If it's just the paparazzi, it's not that he cares so much, at most he is reported. At that time, although the trouble point can still solve the problem. But the one behind is clearly not a paparazzi, who will he be?

Ling Wenxuan guessed many identities, but let him rule them out one by one. A drag racing party who wants to race with him? No, the car had been following them since the hotel. How could such a person be a drag racing party, did he know from the beginning that Ling Wenxuan was going to drag race? How can it be.

After thinking about it, he contacted the driver he met when he went to the "studio" with Huang Qingrong that day, and Ling Wenxuan's mind flashed, could it be a killer? If it weren't for the fact that he and Huang Qingrong encountered something like that that day, Ling Wenxuan would never have thought about the killer. The thought of being a killer was instantly explained perfectly.

Is it really a killer? Ling Wenxuan's heart palpitated. The speculation made him uneasy.

"Bang ......"

Suddenly, there was a thrilling sound. It was -- gunshots.

Ling Wenxuan really let him guess in his heart, this is really bad. I don't have the heart to think about that right now. Ling Wenxuan shouted: "Yifei, lie down." "The steering wheel in your hand is turning rapidly, allowing the car to swing from side to side on the road, trying not to hit the killer behind you.

Liu Yifei is not stupid, when he heard this strange gunshot, coupled with Ling Wenxuan's yell, he immediately fell down.

Ling Wenxuan's expression was solemn. His brow furrowed, he didn't expect such a thing to happen. Someone actually bought a murderer to shoot himself.

"Wen Xuan, what should I do?" Liu Yifei's voice was implied with crying. In the new century, how many Chinese people have encountered such a thing, she is frightened. Tremble with fear. She didn't know that the shadow of death could be so close, and people might be really vulnerable......

Although Ling Wenxuan was in a hurry, he was calm, just like the last time he met the driver with Huang Qingrong.

"Don't worry, I'm here." Ling Wenxuan can understand Liu Yifei's fear, death on the other side, almost everyone will be afraid of it, who can be an exception? Ling Wenxuan experienced many almost fatal actions when he was a stuntman, so he could be more calm than ordinary people.

"Hmm." Liu Yifei's voice was so weak, as if it was a bubble that burst at the touch of a button. Unconsciously stretched out his slightly trembling hands to grasp Ling Wenxuan's right hand as he shifted gears.

Ling Wenxuan's heart moved, and his eyes glanced at Liu Yifei. Her face was pale at the moment, pale as paper, and her originally ruddy cherry lips were frighteningly white. Seeing this, Ling Wenxuan's heart twitched, the lively and occasionally naughty Liu Yifei in the past was completely gone, her eyes were distracted, and her helpless appearance was distressing.

Ling Wenxuan's eyes lit up, and he pulled Liu Yifei over with his right hand, and Liu Yifei pounced on his lap. Ling Wenxuan patted Liu Yifei's snow back and said softly, "It's okay, I'm here." I won't let anything happen to you, hold me tight if you're scared. ”

Ling Wenxuan's tone was so gentle, even a little more of his tone seemed stern. Such gentleness made Liu Yifei's delicate body tremble slightly, and stretched out her lotus arm to wrap around Ling Wenxuan's waist, tightly.

Ling Wenxuan's right hand did not leave Liu Yifei's back, still patting him. The spirit was completely focused on the crisis behind him, the pistol, this word made Ling Wenxuan's eyelids jump.

The steering wheel kept spinning, and Ling Wenxuan made the car twist constantly. Thanks to this, a continuous burst of gunfire rang out, and not a single shot was hit.

Ling Wenxuan twisted forward, his brows furrowed. Isn't it a way to go on like this, do you have to wait for the killer's bullet behind you to run out? It's unrealistic, and you can't say you'll hit with the next shot. How will the crisis be resolved? The uncertainty factor is too high, and it is impossible for Ling Wenxuan to let the situation be like this. But what should I do? (To be continued......)