Fake Prodigal

Chapter 205
"Hey! No fever! Why are you dizzy?" Timo said weakly, tilting his head.

The foreground of Li Hao's eyes swirled up and down, distorted and deformed like a kaleidoscope, his eyelids kept fighting, his brain was blank, and he was going to sleep when he was tired, and he insisted on driving by instinct.

"Suddenly fainted, I really want to sleep!" Li Hao said bitterly.

Standing on top of Li Hao's head, Timo tidied up the golden fluff, his big eyes narrowed into crescents, and his small nose wrinkled, and suggested: "You won't be poisoned, eat the mushrooms I gave you!"

Li Hao found the mushroom and just threw it into his mouth when the car body shook violently and was hit. He turned his head and looked out the window. A silver Ferrari was driving side by side. He shook his head suddenly and hit it hard.

The sports car vibrated violently, and a piece of its body collapsed. The Ferrari was obviously a ostentatious car. Where did it come from?Li Hao felt aggrieved, his eyes were hazy, his vision was blurred, and he hadn't returned to normal, so he could only be beaten passively.

Teemo waved his little claws and said excitedly, "Boss, don't look at him, hit him quickly!"

"Wait a while, my head is still a little dizzy!" Li Hao was not clear-headed, and he was prone to a car accident if he fought back rashly. He would be disqualified from the race. If he rushed out of the track and fell down the mountain, he would be finished.

Zhang Yang was arrogant, found the feeling of being a wolf on the winding mountain road, suppressed Li Hao's sports car, the two cars collided continuously, sparks flew, and Li Hao's body collapsed more and more.

"Si Diaosi is finished, wait for the street!" Zhang Yang is full of pride, overtaking is easy, but if he doesn't overtake, he must hit Li Hao's car and send Li Hao out of the game in advance.

There was booing in the square, the audience stared at the hot crash scene on the big screen, clenched their fists, and complained loudly, Zhang Yang is famous for being arrogant and domineering, Li Hao is not very vigorous, why didn't he fight back, he was always passive Being bumped, I feel aggrieved.A few more hits like this, Li Hao will be out early.

Long Wei wanted to cry, but sat in the corner with tears in his eyes, looked at Li Hao who was about to hit the street, and muttered sadly: "Come on! I bet all my pocket money, Young Master Li must not lose, I really have to advance Get out, and I'm done!"

Uncle Guan held a half-burning cigar in his mouth, looked at the big screen contemptuously, and said to himself: "Diaosi is Diaosi, and the most joyous dance is Diaosi. As the lowest poor person, he is not humble. Keep a low profile and be honest, sooner or later you will die without a place to bury yourself!"

On the pitch-black winding mountain road, the night sky suddenly lit up!
"Squeak!" With a harsh, strange sound, Li Hao suddenly slowed down, the two cars rubbed against each other, sparks flew, and Zhang Yang's car rushed out, unconsciously passing Li Hao.

Suddenly, Li Hao stepped on the accelerator hard, and the sports car rushed out like an arrow from the string, and hit the rear of the Ferrari heavily. There was a "boom" and brilliant sparks flashed, illuminating the dark night.

Ferrari suddenly lost control and suddenly leaned to the side. Zhang Yang screamed and slammed on the brakes, barely stabilizing the car.

"Scratch!" The silver sports car suddenly accelerated, violently overtaking the Ferrari, Li Hao smiled contemptuously, and stretched out a middle finger through the car window, the sports car roared past and disappeared into the darkness.

Zhang Yang blushed and had a thick neck, roared angrily, stepped on the gas pedal and chased the silver sports car, determined to save face.

"Aooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow!"

Some people rejoice and some worry!
Uncle Guan's face was livid, and he felt as sick as eating a fly. He extinguished the cigar vigorously, picked up the walkie-talkie and said loudly: "Young Master Fei, pay attention, the wire is in good condition. His car is extremely strong, be careful of being rear-ended!"

"Understood!" Ferrard kept No.2, and the leader was the ferocious Xiao Fushui. He was used to the wildness of this girl, and he didn't have the slightest complaint, but Li Hao might not.The humble and poor Diaosi shouldn't appear in the racing competition, he must overwhelm Diaosi's arrogance!

On the pitch-black winding mountain road, Li Hao was refreshed, his mind was indescribably sober, he stroked Timo's soft down, and said with a smirk: "Don't look at me, Xiao Mo, add food to the night, speed up for me!"

"Master Teemo wants a full meal, no problem!" Teemo shook his little head, looked at Li Hao and nodded, raised his little paw high, and said in high spirits: "Little Mo, run!"

"Aoooooo!" The sports car roared violently, the rear of the car spurted | burning flames, and it galloped out like a wild horse, drifting across the curve like a gust of wind, and rushed forward madly.

The explosive heavy metal music sounded, accompanied by the bright rhythm, Li Hao found the feeling of the best airplane, the car drove faster and faster, and the scenery in front of him was erratic.

Time seems to be standing still, the moonlight is getting darker and darker, the night is beautiful and gorgeous, Li Hao roared madly, Timo screamed excitedly, like a sports car flying, shuttling through the darkness without even seeing clearly, overtaking two cars like lightning .

The square was boiling, and the audience howled excitedly, staring straight at the big screen, watching the soaring sports car, and cheering in unison. Li Hao's speed exceeded [-] mph, like a bolt of lightning gliding on the winding mountain road, pulling The wind was blowing off the charts.

The audience are all experienced car enthusiasts, and they quickly resonated. What Biaoche pursues is speed and passion, madness and violence!Li Hao did it all, perfectly interpreting the true meaning of racing!

On the winding winding mountain road, the silver sports car was galloping fast, and the speed reached the extreme. The wild heavy metal music was flying on the highway. Li Hao was intoxicated by it. He skillfully manipulated the steering wheel and drifted through the corners. The scene was extremely exciting.

A burst of thunderous heavy metal music came, and Lin Yifei's expression was solemn, thinking that Zhang Yang was catching up, looking through the rearview mirror, her eyes lit up, a smile appeared on her pretty face, and the familiar silver BMW was chasing after her like flying .

The two cars drove side by side, the windows were lowered slowly, Lin Yifei and Li Hao looked at each other and smiled, speeding up in tacit understanding, rushing forward one after the other.

The silver sports car leads the charge, and the speed is getting faster and faster. Li Hao is in a good mood, and racing is exciting. If he drove a sports car last night, those killers would never be able to catch up with him, and the off-road vehicle would not be scrapped. What a pity!
Li Hao's eyes blurred, and a black sports car appeared in front of him, racing wildly like a ghost in the night, as if full of mystery and emanating a strangeness.

The silver sports car hangs behind. Li Hao observed it for a long time, but he didn't recognize this black sports car. Ferrard and Xiao Fushui both drive Lamborghinis. Where did this car come from? It's so strange!

"Little Mo, run!" Timo narrowed his big eyes into crescents, waved his little paw forward, and said excitedly, "Go!"

"Boom!" Li Hao ignored this, and suddenly accelerated forward, the two cars collided heavily, the black sports car trembled like a convulsion, the speed suddenly dropped, and the back of the car collapsed.

(End of this chapter)