Fall In Love With The Third Revenged Princess

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in the dark night, crazy black street, two rows of dim street lamps shine on both sides of the street.

Looking around, the two sports cars started smoothly and galloped rapidly under the flag waved by beauty.

At the corner, a black Mitsubishi eclipse successfully attracted people's attention with a perfect drift, while the grass-green Mitsubishi eclipse failed to drift behind, and was immediately thrown away for more than 20 meters.

With the last ten seconds, black Mitsubishi eclipse sped ahead and broke through the finish line.

The white flag was raised and the audience screamed.

"Mo Jiyan!"

The black Mitsubishi eclipse door opened, first a slender leg fell to the ground, and then the whole person got out of the car.

That foot has the height of 1.87 meters, perfect impeccable cheek, let the people around have to swallow mouth saliva hard.

He was wearing a white shirt, a pair of black trousers and a pair of white sports shoes under his feet.

Gently pursed the sexy lips, raised the eyes, as if the king general toward the surrounding crowd of a glance, the deep eyes as cold as ice, the face is expressionless.

After half a ring, he suddenly raised his head and looked at one side of the screen.

"The 13th time of defending the challenge was successful. The previous champion: No.17, Mo Jiyan"

his narrow eyes narrowed slightly, his lips caught a smile of evil spirits, and a smile flashed on his face. Many people were fascinated by this scene.

The grass green Mitsubishi eclipse door opens, and the people in the car step towards this side, full of anger.

Mo Jiyan took back his smile, came to him, patted him on the shoulder, lay down in his ear, and slowly spit out a sentence: "I'm really sorry, I'm not careful It's the champion again. "

"Compared with you, a professional racing driver, racing is self abuse. It's not a shame to lose." The man in front of him was smiling, but the next second, he immediately blew his hair.

"Ah! I'm not convinced! Yi Chen, this is the 1027th competition between Ji and me. I lost again

At the same time, a young man in a suit came into the crowd. The man handed over a bottle of water and comforted the people in front of him, "Yuze, don't be angry or angry I'll give you shunmao. "

On the shoulder of Yan Yi's cry, the water is over.

Mo Jiyan looked at the two men and shrugged.

There was a rostrum in front of the audience. The black people on the rostrum flipped through the list and asked, "all 30 contestants have finished the competition tonight, so our final champion is still Mo Jiyan, No. 17."

"It's American time. It's one o'clock in the morning. Do you want to join the game off the court? If there are no players to join, the game will be over

The voice dropped and the scene fell into a noisy state.

Mo Jiyan, a professional racing driver, has won various races.

But just this year, he suddenly announced that he would not take part in any competition in the future.

But today, it suddenly appeared in the black street of the United States, and very strong PK off the 17th after all the players dominate the champion.

The appearance of Mo Jiyan made people feel scared and no longer dare to participate.

Ten minutes after the speech on the rostrum, there was no answer.

The people on the rostrum clapped the microphone and coughed softly, "it seems that no one can beat No. 17 player Mo Jiyan! Well, I declare that Mo Jiyan, the champion of the black street competition, has won the contest... "

The last word "Gong" was on the edge of his mouth. Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a sharp woman's voice, "who says no one can defeat him?"