"Director, director, the horse is out of control, all the way up to the top of the mountain, the director ......"

The photographer's voice trembled, and he quickly said it to the walkie-talkie, dropped the camera and chased after him.

There was an instant mess under the mountain.

Halfway up the mountainside, chasing the wind and carrying Qin Ye was still galloping.

"Woo, Woo ......"

Shouting loudly, a layer of fine sweat fell on Qin Ye's back.

But chasing the wind still has no intention of slowing down at all.

In my ears, there is a whistling wind.

I wanted to let go of the pedals and jump off the horse, but after only looking back, Qin Ye gave up.

It's a winding road.

Although the slope is not large, the speed of chasing the wind is too fast.

On the right is a cliff and on the left is a stone wall.

There is no soft foothold, as soon as she lands, she is bound to roll down the mountain.

But apart from the reins in her hand, she didn't even have anything to grasp.

When the time comes, if you roll to the left, you can climb the mountain wall, and it's fine.

If you are thrown to the right by inertia, you will fall off the cliff.

If she really had to roll off the cliff, she had absolutely no hope of surviving.

In conclusion, vaulting is definitely not a smart move.

If it weren't for the fact that Qin Hongjin had already been sent to a nursing home, and there were people arranged by her to monitor him, Qin Ye would have suspected that this was his handiwork.

Because it's the same thing that happened when Harley's brakes failed.

The same is to kill people invisibly.

The only difference is that one is racing and the other is horse racing.

At this moment, Qin Ye was extremely happy, when she arrived at the scenic spot on the first day, she took Wang Dacheng to climb the mountain road once, and she knew the terrain here.

Otherwise, the consequences will be unimaginable.

His legs clamped the horse's belly, and Qin Ye grabbed the reins of chasing the wind with one hand.

He leaned down with one hand.

The violent gallop made the wind chase heartbeat extremely fast, but the speed of the heartbeat was beyond the normal range.

Qin Ye, who was still trying to stop chasing the wind, finally gave up the last struggle.

Despite being together for a few days, she already has a deep relationship with Chasing Wind.

But at this moment of life and death, she had to give it up.

With his heart beating like a drum, Qin Ye forced himself to calm down, raised his eyes and looked into the distance, wanting to find an excellent place to vault.

However, the accident reappeared.

The right foot left the stirrup without a hitch.

But his left foot seemed to be sucked by Ma Pei, and he couldn't break free.

Once again, he was sure that this was not an accident, it was someone who secretly arranged everything, and Qin Ye's heart sank fiercely.

Not only did the man want her to die, but he also thought carefully about all the reactions she would have.

If it weren't for the fact that she couldn't do too much in front of everyone, the man probably wanted to tie her to death on a horse, so that she wouldn't have a chance to escape at all, right?

Gritting his teeth, Qin Ye hugged the horse's neck with his right hand and touched the stirrup with his left hand.

With a sharp turn, Qin Ye was almost thrown out.

It's going to be fine.

It can't be okay either!

Panting heavily, while closely observing the road conditions ahead, Qin Ye hugged the neck of Chasing the Wind.

Everywhere the eye can see, it is the end.

Desperate for the last time, Qin Ye pressed down and pulled the reins stiffly.

Neighing loudly, it seemed to have countless galloping ponies in its body, chasing the wind and shaking its head, and the horse's hooves kept galloping forward.

In an instant, we have reached the top of the mountain.

Looking at the humble little pavilion a few meters away, Qin Ye's eyes tightened.

Hiss......

The restraint around his neck was instantly loosened, and he ran out arbitrarily chasing the wind.

The four hooves fell into the air, and the neighing of chasing the wind resounded through the valley.

At the foot of the mountain, in the middle of the mountainside......

The rescuers who were rushing to the top of the mountain, and the crew of the crew, heard the hiss of chasing the wind that almost pierced the valley, and their eyes were all shocked.

Finished......

Zhuo Chaoqun's heart rang hard.