Blood Race Little Milk Bag: I became a group pet by punching in

Chapter 73

"Master Heng, the cars are all ready, the race over there has just ended, do you think it's still the old rules?"

The attendant bent over tremblingly, originally he was a little puzzled as to why Bai Siheng had such a good temper today, but after a while he was so frightened that he didn't have the time to think about it.

"Arrange the location of the attic, take good care of her, and don't live if you lose it."

Bai Siheng put Lingluo on the ground, his expression was as cold as ice, nothing could be seen on the surface, but there was a suppressed magma in his heart.

The faint scent of milk filled his nostrils made him a little upset.

"Third brother?"

Xiaotuanzi was about to run over with his short legs to catch up with Bai Siheng who was leaving, but was blocked by his attendants.

"Master Heng is going to play right now, so please don't go over and make trouble for the little ancestor. Uncle will take you to eat, okay?"

Xiao Fang sighed inwardly, trying to make himself look more gentle on the surface, he was afraid that he didn't take good care of Ling Luo, and would be settled by Master Heng later.

After all, that master has a nonchalant temperament, is extremely picky, and is notoriously difficult to serve.

But the price is also high. For a small amount of money, he is able to bend and stretch, capable of writing and martial arts.

"Yeah, but Wona Luoluo won't cause trouble for the third brother."

Xiaotuanzi's small face suddenly collapsed, her expression was listless, she looked listless, and she couldn't even arouse her interest in eating for the time being.

"Uncle, can Luoluo watch the third brother's game?"

"This...of course."

The attendant thought about it for a while and Bai Siheng didn't say whether he would do it or not. He hesitated for a while before agreeing. The main reason was that he couldn't bear the eyes of this milk dumpling. He always felt that if he refused, he would be doing something heinous and bad. so-so.

"Kids come with uncle, let's go to Master Heng's usual exclusive attic."

"Well, thank you uncle."

Lingluo felt much better when she heard this, she obediently followed behind Xiao Fang, looking around curiously.

It's really lively here, there are more people than last time in the mountains.

They walked through a special passage, except for a privileged guy like Bai Siheng, the others could only squeeze in those narrow passages.

After walking for a few minutes, they took the elevator to the sixth floor.

There is only one room on this floor, and there is a small sign on the door that reads 'Loft'.

The attendants brought him in, and the space inside was very spacious. The space on this floor was larger than half a football field, and there were all the facilities inside, obviously specially arranged for Bai Siheng.

The balcony outside is even more flat and wide, filled with many green plants. You can sit quietly on the open-air benches, enjoy the cool night breeze, and have a clear view of the stadium. It is definitely a good place to enjoy the cool and relax. .

The host is holding a microphone and announcing the broadcast.

"Recently, a newcomer came to the club. Everyone must have heard of this Zheng Yong. Today he is going to challenge Lord Heng. I don't know if he is really brave."

The rather sarcastic tone caused the audience to sigh.

Most people were calling for Bai Siheng, only a few people were calling for Zheng Yong at the top of their voices, I don't know if it was the navy or the true fans.

Discussion voices are endless.

Regarding this competition, there is no suspense that they believe that Bai Siheng will continue to win consecutive championships. Of course, some people expect Zheng Yong to break Bai Siheng's undefeated record.

It can be said that the scene was completely heated up.

Lingluo was holding on to the railing of the balcony, almost putting her head on it, she didn't seem to be afraid of heights at all, she just stared at Bai Siheng's figure with full attention, silently cheering him up.

Although the third brother is bad, she still hopes that the third brother can win.

That uncle's eyes are so scary, he looks so ugly, he doesn't feel like a good person, Luoluo doesn't want third brother to lose.

"Little ancestor, don't get too close, pay attention to safety."

Xiao Fang's heart was pounding, for fear that a certain little dumpling would fall.

Although the gaps in the railings are relatively tight, it's practically impossible to get through, but who made Ling Luo look so small, so small that it makes people unconsciously frightened.

"Uncle, Luoluo won't fall."

Xiaotuanzi seemed to be afraid that Xiaofang would not believe it, so he tried to put his head into the crack of the railing, and then retracted it, very courageous.

Xiao Fang: Woohoo, little ancestor, please don't be scary, Lord Heng saw it, maybe he would kill me.

Bang.

With a shot fired into the sky.

The entire track glowed with colorful fluorescence, like a chain reaction of dominoes, all the way to the end.

The racing cars on the field are provided by the sponsoring club. The cars in each competition are similar, and they are completely randomly selected by the players. Winning or losing depends on the individual's ability.

Of course, the difference from regular racing is that this kind of drag racing can crash the car, as long as the car can still move, as long as it doesn't reach the finish line, then any method can be used.

No rules are rules.

Most of the viewers who come here just want to watch the sparks from the collision between cars. The thrill of life and death is deeply fascinating.

The organizer took a fancy to this point and used it as a gamble to let the viewers place bets and make profits from it.

When 049 found the information, he couldn't help but frowned, it was too violent.

Zai Zai is too young to watch this.

【Zai Zai sleepy or not, why don't you sleep for a while so late, your third brother will be back after sleeping. 】

"Luoluo is not sleepy, Wo wants to cheer on the third brother!"

Xiaotuanzi shook his head like a rattle, his fair and delicate face was full of seriousness, and his stubborn appearance obviously couldn't be persuaded.

049 sighed faintly, and only hoped that nothing too violent would happen later.

On the track at night, the engine hums.

Bai Siheng got the No. 4 racing car, homophonic Tongsi, and he has always used this one for almost five years now.

Zheng Yong chose the No. 3 car, took a slight lead, and deliberately drove ahead to suppress Bai Siheng's speed.

He has seen this kind of insidious method a lot, and now he is somewhat accustomed to it.

Bai Siheng seemed to have thought of something, with a cold arc on the corner of his mouth, he couldn't help stepping on the accelerator a little harder.

"That's it?"

He drove the car directly into the rear of Zheng Yong's car, and before the other party could react, he quickly lifted the car sideways and crossed the narrow track, winning the first place in one fell swoop.

"hateful."

Zheng Yong was a little dizzy from the collision, he quickly grasped the steering wheel, his face was extremely gloomy, his eyes seemed to be poisoned, he stepped on the accelerator and silently followed.

There was a burst of cheers from the packed auditorium.

At the same time, there was a figure sitting quietly near a corner. He was wrapped up tightly, wearing a peaked cap, revealing a pair of gloomy eyes. I can't help but clenched my fists.

(End of this chapter)