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"Now?" Cong Lang was surprised, "Drive or?"

"Let's ride a bike." Lan Jing twisted his neck and said, gearing up, "I haven't competed with you yet, try tonight?"

Cong Lang walked over to look at the sky. Today is a cloudy day with smog and low visibility, which is not suitable for racing.

"Really?" Cong Lang pointed outside, "I feel like it's going to rain later."

Lan Jing's interest was surprisingly high, he waved his hand and said indifferently, "Are we still afraid of this?"

Then he turned his head and looked at Cong Lang provocatively, every expression on his face was just right, "Will you go?"

When Cong Lang saw the provocation and fighting spirit in Lan Jing's eyes, he couldn't help feeling a little passionate. He came over and kissed Lan Jing, and then grabbed Lan Jing by the shoulder and carried him into the room, "Let's go, change clothes."

A red ICONSheened rolled out of the garage with a black Kawasaki H2R.

"Where are you going?" Cong Lang asked.

Lan Jing thought for a while, then raised his lips, "Tianfeng Mountain."

So the red and black metal monsters quietly ran out of the urban area, and roared up to the top of Tianfeng Mountain.

"There are no rules," Lan Jing pointed down, "Whoever is the first to cross the crooked-neck tree at the foot of the mountain wins."

Cong Lang said OK. The two put on their helmets and looked at each other. Cong Lang smiled and said to him silently, "Come on."

Lan Jing glanced at him, didn't say anything, turned his head, lowered his upper body slowly, and stared at the road ahead, Cong Lang didn't know if it was his own illusion, Lan Jing's eyes were a little cold under the night, but he didn't have time to think about it, The roar of the Kawasaki H2R engine ripped through the sky like a wild beast.

Cong Lang suppressed the strange feeling in his heart for no reason, and started the engine.

After 3 minutes of warm-up, the two steel giants rushed out side by side.

There are 36 turns in Tianfeng Mountain, 180 of which are urgent and sharp turns. The most dangerous places are the six nearly [-]-degree U-shaped turns facing the cliff.

Kawasaki H2R has a strong horsepower and a torque of 165Nm. Its maneuverability is very good. Even if the speed reaches the extremely brutal peak, its stability is also very strong.

Lan Jing drove it through every corner perfectly, with Cong Lang biting behind him, and he had a new understanding of Lan Jing's driving skills—it was not inferior to the top drivers on the racing track.

Every overtaking, cornering, and speed control can be called a textbook level.

Cong Lang couldn't help giving him a thumbs up in his heart.

However, the heartfelt admiration has not yet fallen. Before a curve ahead that should have slowed down and squeezed the inner circle, the speed of the Lanjing locomotive did not slow down, but instead increased the accelerator.

Cong Lang couldn't help his eyelids twitching, he turned his head and shouted, "Lan Jing!"

The black locomotive was like a raging beast, and the person sitting on it just turned his head to look at him and accelerated again.

The fierce wind blew past him, and the rapidly retreating roadside scenery turned into a phantom in the field of vision.

"Lan Xiaojing, I really like you."

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

"I don't have a mother. My dad was born gay. I was born by him through a surrogate."

"Grandpa and Shu Mingcheng's father are old acquaintances. He helped me to ask for help. Shu Mingcheng dared not lose face."

"Next time you act, be sure to tell me."

……

Every sentence is like a whip with a strong current whipping all the limbs, the sweetness and lingering of the past are torn into countless fragments in the wind, and the brains are drifting away, and the hatred is like hot molten iron. into every blood vessel.

Lan Jing's red eyes were fixed on the very dangerous sharp bend in front of him, his lips were tightly pursed, and his face was full of determination to risk everything.

The curve was getting closer and closer, Lan Jing closed his eyes and slowly let go of his hands, the locomotive lost its centripetal force as expected, and flew towards the outer cliff like it was out of control.

"Lan Jing!" Cong Lang lost his voice for a moment, his heart almost jumped out of his throat, and then he accelerated the gas, turned the car around, and rushed straight up from the slant.

Cong Lang's familiarity with his own locomotive has reached the point of perfection. He controlled the locomotive at an extremely tricky angle and inserted it into the gap between the Kawasaki's front wheel and the body. The two giant steel beasts collided and rubbed violently in the dark. , burst out dazzling sparks.

The time seemed to be stretched for a whole century, and it seemed to be just a short second. The black Kawasaki was hit at an angle and finally slid towards the road, and the fiery red ICON Sheened was finally squeezed to the edge of the cliff .

The moment the locomotive fell off the cliff, Cong Lang resolutely abandoned the car, but he had no time to jump to the road, so he could only jump away in a blink of an eye.

Cong Lang fell to the cliff, his body fell two meters, and then he clasped his fingertips on the raised stone next to him to stabilize his figure. However, the fuel tank of the locomotive caught fire, and before it fell to the ground, there was a loud bang, and the sound of the explosion shook world.

All the bones in his body seemed to be broken, the severe impact made his ears temporarily deaf, and there was a loud bang in his head. Cong Lang shook his head, the blood in his chest and lungs was churning, and he couldn't help vomiting a mouthful of blood.

But he didn't care about himself, spit out the blood foam in his mouth, raised his head and eagerly called Lan Jing's name.

"How are you? Lan Xiaojing?"

"Speak! Lan Jing, how are you doing??"

The quiet air made Cong Lang feel an ominous premonition. His hands and feet were cold, and he almost couldn't grasp the life-saving stone.

"Blue View!!"

Cong Lang yelled while enduring the severe pain and struggling to climb up. At the same time, he couldn't help begging in his heart, Lan Xiaojing, please don't have an accident, please don't have an accident.

"hiss--"

Cong Lang gasped for breath and managed to grab the rock above. When he was about to go up again, his hand stopped.

A cold gun barrel was aimed at his forehead, and he couldn't take a step forward, while the person who made him worry was looking down at him.

Cong Lang's voice stopped abruptly, his body hung on the edge of the cliff, panting and looking at the huge black shadow above his head, he murmured for a while, "Lan Xiaojing."

Lan Jing stared at him blankly, and the cold breath emanated from him continuously.

The air seemed to be frozen, and there was a cool dampness in the wind. It seemed that it was going to rain. Cong Lang's throat slid twice violently, and he asked softly, "Lan Xiaojing, what's wrong with you?"

Anger and hatred reached the extreme, but people would calm down instead. Holding the gun, Lan Jing stated the fact with almost no ups and downs, "Shu Mingcheng is your biological father."

The moment Lan Jing said the words, Cong Lang knew it was over, and the consequences of his deception were finally coming back multiplied and hundreds of times.

"I..." Cong Lang swallowed a mouthful of fishy sweetness, and the posture of raising his head made his breathing extraordinarily difficult. I don't know if it was because of this reason, or because he didn't know how to speak, and he paused for nearly half a minute before he reaped the fruit. With a wry smile, "I originally planned to confess to you when I came back from the old house."

Lan Jing didn't say a word, his body standing in the shadow remained motionless, and then he lightly clasped his thumb, and there was a light click in the suffocating silence—the safety catch of the Glock pistol was released.