Nalan Yejue's sentence "This is the master's anesthetic" suffocated Bai Chi.

He looked at the screen in confusion.

When he saw the close-up of Qin Xin on the screen at great speed, his mood could no longer be described as suffocating.

This is the rhythm of pressing his head in the water and not allowing him to breathe at all, and choking on the water.

The world record for a lap of 30 seconds.

Sister-in-law, do you dare to be a little more awesome?

However, when he turned his head to look at Nalan Yejue, he felt that the lord seemed to be a little more awesome than his sister-in-law.

The special lord didn't take anesthesia, just watched the little sister-in-law's racing video play back and forth, and forcibly completed the operation of scraping the bones and healing the wounds? !

What kind of fairy couple is this?

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on the field.

Because Qin Xin once again set the latest world record, the results of all the players were also rewritten at the same time.

The competitors are too strong, so strong that they can't surpass them in their lifetimes, and the players are convinced, and at the same time, they can't compete anymore.

Everyone stopped on the track and stared up at the big screen, worshipping the god-like female driver.

And their own results...... Does it matter if you get the same results as the slag?

At this moment, Qin Xin, who was envied and worshiped by everyone, frowned tightly, standing on the lawn outside the track, looking at the direction where Matthew was carried away.

Zhou Yu trotted over: "Master, Azhou Racing Club invites all the players to participate in the carnival party after the race." ”

Qin Xin: "You really want to go?" ”

Zhou Yu: "No, I don't really want to. It depends on what you mean, Master? It is said that the carnival will be held in a famous town on the outskirts, where there are, there are ......"

The young big boy was too shy to speak.

Qin Xin hooked his lips: "There are the best ****** in the world." Is it? ”

Zhou Yu's face was as red as a baked cake!

"Master, I, I, I'm really not here to see that, I just want to communicate with my peers......"

Qin Xin no longer teased him, but said cheerfully: "Then go." ”

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Night.

The most prosperous and lively life in Continent A has just begun.

The town is brightly lit, and countless costumed dancers stand on the side of the street with their skirts in tow, kissing passers-by passionately.

The racers are all men with strong blood, where can they accept this kind of invitation, and they can't help but sigh: "The men in Continent A are too happy, isn't this the gentle and rich township only in fairy tales?" ”

Zhou Yu apprehensively glanced at Qin Xin, who was walking slowly with his hands in his pockets: "Master, why don't we say hello to the organizers, give them face to attend, and then go back?" ”

Qin Xinfeng's eyes narrowed slightly: "What's the hurry, I haven't seen enough of so many beauties." ”

She patted a blonde beauty on the side of the road on the shoulder, put a tip in the pocket of the beauty's blouse, and made the beauty so excited that she kept kissing her.

Zhou Yu held his breath: "......"

Look at Master's skillful gestures.

It's still Master who has seen a lot of the world!

The carnival party booked by the racing club is located in one of the largest dance halls in the town, and the eight-storey retrograde building is particularly eye-catching in the town.

As soon as you enter the door.

The enthusiastic dancers take good care of the racers, and almost every racer has two dancers on the left and right, eager to feed them the meat and wine of the buffet.

The racers sighed: This is too happy, and the ancient emperors are nothing more than that.

Zhou Yu nervously shook off the two dancers and insisted on being with Qin Xin.

So the two dancers assigned to him followed behind with great resentment, like a female worker who could not complete the task and could not get a performance award.

Qin Xin held a wine glass and calmly teased the two dancers beside her, making the two dancers around her laugh and bend over.

Zhou Yu sighed again: How can the master be more like a man than him?

Depressed, a girl's hand tugged at his sleeve.

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