After seeing Yue Zitong close the car door and quickly turn around, Yang Xiao knew that he had been deceived.

Suddenly furious, I don't know what to scold, my body spread, like a white night bird under the starlight, actually swept seven or eight meters from the drainage ditch, rushed straight to the front of the car, and punched the rear window.

Fortunately, the quality of the German goods is relatively reliable, the window glass is very strong, and after the car suddenly accelerates forward, it obliquely unloads the strength of Yang Xiao's punch, so that the glass is not broken by his punch.

But Rao is like this, and the rear window glass on the left side still shows cracks, like a stone smashed on the surface of a lake in winter.

"Fuck, Jinnyima's pervert."

Looking up in a hurry, after looking in the rearview mirror, Yue Zitong's nerves all over his body were suddenly tightened, how dare he stop for a moment?

The accelerator simply stepped on the end, and when the car whirred forward, it had quickly hung up the fourth gear.

It's just an agent like Mr. Yue, who has worked in Guoan for six years, if it were an ordinary girl, it would still be a question of whether she could find the gear at this time, and she would just shrink into a ball, holding her head and screaming with her eyes closed.

It's as if screaming will solve her problem.

How can a woman like Mr. Yue, afraid but not chaotic, calm and calm, and move forward bravely?

Yang Xiao is not a vegetarian either, and after a punch that didn't work, he got up again and slammed into the back of the car.

The car, which weighed nearly two tons, was actually kicked and shook by him, and a large piece of the rear of the car was directly recessed.

But that's nothing.

Although this car is not a sports car, it is still very fast, and the speed will soon exceed 80 per hour, and it will run to 100.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the mirror outside, and Yue Zitong was startled again.

A white shadow, like a ghost, chased after him, reaching out and trying to grab the car.

But if you want to grasp the whole assembly line shape with your bare hands in a hurry, how can it be so easy to run at high speed?

What's more, Mr. Yue is not easy to mess with.

Seeing that Mr. Yang Xiao was trying to grab the car, Yue Zitong sneered and slammed on the brakes.

Squeak!

At this time, the speed of the car has exceeded 100 per hour, after the braking system is activated suddenly, the high-speed and sharply turning wheels immediately stop, but due to the strong inertia, it is dragged forward on the road, making a piercing scream, and green smoke rises.

The rear of the car shook to the left violently, and slammed into Yang Xiao, who was following the car like a shadow.

Yue Zitong saw with his own eyes that the rear left tail of the car hit the white shadow.

There are also obvious big earthquakes that will only come after the car hits something.

"That's it!"

It was too late to see if Yang Xiao had crashed the car out, Yue Zitong raised his hand, snapped his fingers, and immediately released the brake and stepped on.

The car roared forward again.

She looked through the mirror—nicely, not the pesky white shadow.

It seems that the beautiful lore just now has knocked Yang Xiao into the roadside drainage ditch.

No matter how high his kung fu is, can he be higher than the power of machinery?

"Hmph, I don't know if it's alive or dead. If you don't force Aunt Ben to make a big move, you won't be comfortable dying. ”

It was the first time for Yue Zitong, and he was in a good mood after hitting someone, without the slightest sense of guilt.

If it weren't for the environment, she would have really wanted to get out of the car and do a striptease dance in front of the headlights.

After getting rid of that damn demon, Yue Zitong was happy for a while, and doubts rose in his heart: "This ghost Yang Xiao, isn't it going to be bad for the south?" If he wants to kill the South, there is a chance. ”

"Hey, I don't care why he didn't kill the South. Anyway, Aunt Ben just didn't like him. To kill the unpleasant is to eliminate harm for the people, and I am doing a good deed. ”

After comforting himself with some self-deception, Yue Zitong shook his head vigorously, shook off these doubts, and opened the CD with his hand.

Mr. Yue's car CD, the quality of the speakers is of course quite covered, and the passionate dance music of Peng eating Peng is especially suitable for dispelling the current fear, as well as a certain uneasiness.

"Shake up, I'm going to shake up."

The body was writhing sexily, holding the steering wheel with his left hand, raising his right hand above his head, with the music jam, Yue Zitong, who couldn't stop snapping his fingers, felt that he was like the heroine in "Resident Evil", and was on the way to rescue humans after beating zombies.

It's a pity that sunglasses are not suitable for night.

If you wear sunglasses again, it will look even cooler, and it will definitely fascinate thousands of fans.

After the danger has passed, swaying to the dance music is the best way to relax.

This is a subject that Yue Zitong must be trained in when she is in national security training, and it is not her casual nerves.

Besides, even if she is having a nervous moment, who can control it, and who dares to take care of it?

Who dares to care, Aunt Ben will smack him with a big mouth!

Of course, the little nephew who was unconscious in the back seat was not among them.

There is another person who will also be looked at differently by Mr. Yue - Yang Xiao.

Can you imagine what kind of mood Yue Zitong, who was trying his best to relax, shook his head and shook his head to the rhythm of the music, when he suddenly had a face and suddenly appeared outside the windshield in front of the car?

Foolish.

Yue Zitong, who was playing, saw Yang Xiao's face, which was even more beautiful than her, and appeared outside the windshield like this, and the blood in his whole body, along with his thoughts, instantly coagulated.

Fortunately, the instinct to drive is still there.

The car that was speeding at high speed only shook like a swing with this unexpected appearance, and it returned to the right track.

Yue Zitong's pupils may be infinitely dilated.

I can clearly see Yang Xiao, smiling sympathetically in front of him, like a hanged ghost.

When the pupils of her eyes finally returned to normal, the face was gone.

Nima, how could it be gone?

Yue Zitong closed his eyes forcefully, and when he opened them again, he still didn't see that face.

The front of the windshield was empty, and you could see the stars in the night sky to the east.

"I'm hallucinating?"

Yue Zitong muttered to himself, strongly suspecting that the sudden sight of Yang Xiao just now was because she was hallucinating.

Otherwise, how could you not see him in an instant?

In the past, after this kind of incident, Yue Zitong would be like most people, his first reaction was to stop and open the door to see what was going on.

But now—

Whether the scene was a hallucination or not, she would not get out of the car, let alone stop, but would only speed up again and run forward.

During the gallop, she would occasionally slam off the steering wheel and play with a fluttering game.

In this way, even if Yang Xiaozhen lies on the roof of her car, she will be thrown off the car by strong inertia.

The roof of the car was smooth, like a frozen lake in winter, and there was nothing to cling to.

No one was thrown off, not even a single corner of their clothes appeared.

Yue Zitong believed that she had hallucinated just now.

The reason is very simple, when I shook my head with the dance music just now, I had too much fun.

"It seems that the set of pressure reduction measures summed up by national security are not all effective."

Yue Zitong, who dared to be hilarious again, reached out to turn off the CD and concentrate on driving.

From time to time, glance in the rearview mirror and look up at the roof.

Everything was normal, no signs of abnormality were found.

Soon, the car drove smoothly into the city.

At this time, it was already after midnight, and there were few cars on the street, only the traffic lights at various intersections were faithfully carrying out their mission.

What a traffic light!

Isn't it a fine for running a red light?

That little money, Mr. Yue couldn't look at it at all, he just wanted to quickly cross half of the city, and then turn right and drive home.

Chirping!

When the car made a sharp turn, it appeared beautifully elegant.

Yang Xiao was lying on his back on the roof of the car, holding the back of his head with both hands, his eyes were staring at the brightest star in the sky, with an evil smile on his face, and his right foot was upturned on the tip of his right foot, which was very comfortable and enjoyable.

The roof is as smooth as the lake in winter, but it is used by Yang Xiao as the most comfortable bed.

No matter how funny Yue Zitong was driving, his back was like a suction cup, sucking the roof of the car and not moving.

He decided, after the car stopped, he would reach out and step on her hair at the moment when Yue Zitong just got out of the car, and lift her to the roof of the car.

This stupid woman is going to him off to death.

He obviously sent Li Nannan home, but he was misunderstood by her.

If he really wanted to kill Li Nannan, why wait for her to appear before making a move?

"I really don't understand, how could Li Nannan like such a stupid woman. Moreover, there seems to be a magical power in her house, which makes me feel an indescribable creepy feeling every time I try to get close. ”

When Yang Xiao muttered these words, the feeling that made him very uncomfortable suddenly pressed heavily from under the night sky in front of him.

Startling him, he turned over and sat up, looking ahead.

Before I knew it, the car had turned right again and was on the concrete road leading to the garden villa area.

From the intersection to Yue Zitong's villa, it looks like about a kilometer or so.

About 500 meters away, it is a wooden torii painted with red paint.

In the middle of the archway, the words "Garden Villa Area" are written, and behind it is the villa property communication room.

In the communication room, there are more than two security guards on duty 24 hours a day.

Even if there are ten times more security guards, they can't stop Yang Xiao's progress.

What's more, he didn't have to walk the torii, he could walk through the grass on the southern hill.

But!

No matter which direction he came from, as long as he approached a place five hundred meters away from Yue Zitong's house, there would be a rather strange creepy feeling, rising from Yang Xiao's back and quickly spreading to the hundreds of limbs.

It's scary, more real feeling.

It was as if Yang Xiao took one more step forward, and something he had never dreamed of would appear in front of him at once, choke his neck, open his bloody mouth, and tear him to pieces!

He didn't know how he could feel this way.

I don't know how he could be so afraid of this feeling!

Several times, he gritted his teeth, lowered his head and closed his eyes, and tried to move forward.

But the harder he tried, the stronger that feeling became.

Every time he took a step forward, he would clearly feel that the danger was enveloping him tighter, making him unable to breathe, his whole body weak, and he just wanted to scream, turn around and run.

Yang Xiao thought that he was sitting on the roof of Yue Zitong's car, as long as he could relax and not pay attention to where he was - when the car stopped, he would find that he was already in the Yue family's villa.

This is not the case.

As the torii got closer and closer, the feeling seemed to turn into a rope and put it around his neck.

The fear of death is so clear.

Let him take it anymore.

At the moment when Yue Zitong directly broke the wooden fence at the door and the electric switch passed the archway, he turned over and flew into the green belt on the north side of the road.

The speed, the speed surprised him.

After his feet hit the ground, he reached out and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and muttered to himself in a dumb voice: "This, what is it?" ”