Chapter 149

But apparently Er Gouzi didn't listen and still yelled in the car.

"Ah, I want this day, and I can't cover my eyes. I want this place to have a layer of psoriasis. I want this Wuling chariot to go to the top of the world from now on. I want my fame to be greater than Joker Xue's.

Stupefied, completely stupefied, "is this the word that Er Gouzi can say?"

"Gaga, Han boy, who else is there?"

"Grass, this dead dog, I won't catch him." Han Xuan cursed and tumbled into the interior of the car with the glass on.

After going in, I saw Er Gouzi's two front legs on the steering wheel, and he stepped on the brake at the gas door. He was an old driver.

"Zhi"

The tire rubs a white smoke on the ground, which makes the car smell a smell of scorch.

"Get on the bus and buy tickets." The two dogs who suddenly braked left the steering wheel, put their hands on the back and yelled.

"I'm calling. Believe it or not, I'll send you a plane ticket to heaven." Han Xuan is always impolite. After getting on the bus, he put his hands on the back of his head and said faintly.

"I still want to take the overlord car." Two dogs hate teeth itch, but also dare not attack, really afraid of his beloved God car was sent to heaven.

"Where to go."

"Hainan."

“？？？” Three big question marks appeared on ER Gouzi's head.

"Hainan, I don't know." Han Xuan sees the hesitation of Er Gouzi and asks with a little funny.

"I don't know. I'm an excellent old driver, but I can't remember it now. I'll definitely remember it when I think about it for hundreds of years." The two dogs swore.

Han Xuan is full of black lines, "turn on the navigation, you can find it yourself."

"Grass, I say you are stupid, or you are stupid. Don't you know that the magic car has only one engine and four wheels?" Er Gouzi looks at Han Xuan with the expression that you are a fool.

"Well, drive south." Han Xuan feels that he can't talk to ER Gouzi any more. He doesn't speak with his words. He really can't hurt.

"Boom boom"

The car bumped back and forth on the uneven road, driving for half an hour.

"Cao, er Gouzi, how do you drive? There's something in front of you. How can you drive so fast?" In front of him, a huge stone is lying in the middle of the road. At the present speed, it's inevitable to hit it. It's not that Han Xuan is afraid of hurting himself, but he's a bit frustrated when he bumps into it. One day, a monk will be hit by a car, and the most coquettish thing is driven by his mother's dog.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. I'm the chariot God of qiumingshan mountain. This little obstacle can't defeat our God." Er Gouzi turns his head and looks at Han Xuan with comforting eyes.

"Look at my three laws of drift." While talking, er Gouzi hit the steering wheel with his forelegs. He didn't know if he had learned any skills. He kept stepping on the three pedals.

"Shua, Shua, Shua."

The car body has an indescribable posture to avoid the boulder.

There are a few exaggerated drifts, and the rocks behind are gradually pulled away. Han xuanleng looked at the calm and self-confident Er Gouzi. He really answered the old saying.

It's a sharp curve, and it's as graceful as Maserati.

In situ drift, temperament does not lose Bugatti.

The middle pendulum drifts and does not lose to Ferrari.

The driver is as calm as Avanti.

"What are you looking at me for? Are you attracted by my handsome temperament?" Er Gouzi yelled with pride on his face, but he just said this.

"Boom, squeak..."