(I have been recommended on the top, please recommend and collect it. I started typing as soon as I got off the car. It is not easy, brothers can give me some support. Some brothers may not like the chapters in the past few days, but this has passed, and I will go back and forth later.

Better, brothers, forgive me.)

Mr. Wu, who was in a hurry to go home, had no intention of caring about whether anyone was going to deal with him. At this moment, he had already flown to Tianshen Mountain.

Kyoto is prosperous, but does this have a dime to do with Mr. Wu?

This trip to Kyoto has come to an end. No matter whether it is the playboys at Shenwu or the Lanyuan Club, these people are all passers-by in Wu Liang's eyes.

But sometimes it’s useless no matter how beautiful you think, but Wu Liang just got in the car and got in trouble again.

Not the dandy players in Lanyuan Club, they are not that fast either.

The yellow-haired man who was blocking the car with a shameless face and said flatteringly: "Two brothers, you can't leave me alone, I'll get in the car too."

"You want to get in the car? Why? Hahaha..."

Huang Sanyi looked sarcastic, laughed wildly before stomping on the accelerator. The little yellow-haired man was so scared that he hid aside, and then cursed: "Fatty, you really want to hit the master!"

After the words came, Huang San's car had already driven dozens of meters away.

The little yellow-haired man was angry when he saw it, gritted his teeth and cursed a few times. His eyes suddenly lit up and he hurriedly stopped a taxi.

Before the driver could speak, Huangmao took out a stack of Grandpa Mao from his pocket and shouted: "Follow the car in front, money is not a problem!"

The driver ordered the bills carefully. Seeing that the little yellow-haired man was anxious, he smiled calmly and said, "Little brother, wait and see!"

Before the yellow-haired could react, the taxi flew out in a flash. It was flying. Anyway, the little yellow-haired who was shocked and thought so.

Wu Liang and others only knew that the warriors in Kyoto were so arrogant, but they didn't know that the real awesome ones were these taxi masters.

...

On the expressway.

Huang San, who was driving leisurely, glanced at the rearview mirror, and suddenly his mouth opened, and he was shocked.

"This...is Is it going to overtake?"

The broken car behind him was actually igniting the lights from far and near. Is this a rhythm that is going to go against the will of heaven?

The third master was so wide that he could stuff salted duck eggs. He was a sports car, and under the urging of Master Wu, he was almost 140 yards.

But the Volkswagen taxi behind actually wanted to overtake. Damn, this world is so crazy!

Third Master was completely angry. You, a broken car worth more than 100,000 yuan, dare to race with Third Master million yuan. You really think that you are easy to bully, right!

After thinking about this, the third master stepped on the accelerator and his already extremely fast speed suddenly soared again.

Huang San in front was accelerating, and was about to throw himself away. Little Huangmao was anxious and threw a stack of Grandpa Mao out of his pocket again, shouting: "Master, catch up with him!"

The taxi uncle still looked calm. At the highway, he still stretched out his finger and dripped to check the authenticity of the banknotes. Then he said calmly: "Don't be anxious, little brother, don't think about it even if he flies today.

Run away from my 'Kyoto No. 1 brother'."

The little yellow-haired guy is dizzy, the number one brother in Kyoto, this guy can blow better than himself, but his speed is really not enough.

Originally, the third master in front was almost throwing away this person, but unexpectedly, the taxi uncle had several difficult moves in a row, and did not even slow down the turn. After a moment, he almost caught up with the third master's butt.

The little yellow-haired man was immediately overjoyed, and he didn't care that he was so confused that he was fucked. He smashed a stack of Grandpa Mao again from the omnipotent Dingdang cat's pocket and shouted: "Good! Master, this technique is really not the case.

Covered!"

"Hehe, laugh, it's average, the third in the world."

The uncle is also a wonderful person. He continued to calmly say "self-worthy" and said, "Sit down, this time, uncle will show you a difficult one!"

After saying that, the car body trembled violently, and the cheap Volkswagen blew out a stream of black smoke, and then it rushed forward at a flying speed.

...

"Fuck! This is acrobatics!"

The third master was shocked and was stunned as he looked at the ragged classic car facing him.

What kind of thing, he was almost 200 yards, but he was even overtaken by this broken car. Is there any reason?

When can taxis drive so fast?

The third master was a little confused for a moment and his head was dizzy. Could it be that this is a super sports car that the young master had nothing to do to modify?

Now even Wu Liang, who was thinking, woke up and glanced at the yellow-haired head with a smug look on the car window in front of him, and immediately said angrily: "Huang San, you waste, this is the fastest you said

Go home?"

The third master was so sad that he could not say that he could eat Coptis chinensis. He was also depressed. Who knew how this old car was done? The third master was not a racer. He was already at the extreme speed when he drove at this speed. No matter how fast he was, he was not sure.

But now Mr. Wu is getting angry, and the third master is not willing to lose his life, but he can't lose his face.

After thinking about this, the third master suddenly woke up. Sister, I can’t stop being fat. If I don’t deal with this little yellow-haired today, how can the third master be able to survive?

“Buzz buzz…”

The engine made a deafening sound, and the third master stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and he was almost thrown out of his seat.

Wu Liang sat firmly on Mount Tai and said calmly: "Just like this, I'll kill that little bastard. I dare to surpass Master's car. I'm tired of living!"

The third master now has no time to flatter, and even if he wants to, he can't spend any energy.

The two cars in front and behind were chasing each other, and the journey of thousands of miles was completed in three hours.

...

Seeing the taxi in front of him galloping away like a flying speed, Huang San slowly stopped the car and sneered: "Silly, I won't play with you anymore, I'll give you my respect."

After saying that, he shook his fat meat that was almost disintegrating. He got out of the car and helped Wu Liang open the car door with a friendly smile, and said with a flattering smile: "Master, we're home."

Wu Liang yawned and his spirits were a little listless. For Huang San, it was a thrilling and thrilling journey. For Wu Liang, it was just a battle of intention. At first, he was a little interested, but later he became drowsy.

Not to mention when he became an immortal, even if he could refine a flying sword now, it would be slower than a car at full speed.

The two got out of the car, regardless of whether the luxury car would be stolen by someone. They carried a lot of bags and small bags and quickly stepped into the narrow and steep mountain road.

...

It was not until Wu Liang and the others left for more than ten minutes, and the little yellow-haired man had just returned. When he saw the empty car of the Third Master, he was furious and said, "Bastard, you actually dare to let go of my master's pigeon. Fatty, you're done!

”

He kicked the third master's car twice. As soon as he finished kicking Huangmao, he lowered his head and vomited violently, muttering pale, "My heart is almost overturned, but it's so fucking good!"

As he said that, he packed up his package, took out a stack of Grandpa Mao from his pocket and threw it to the driver uncle who was smoking cigarettes calmly, and said with a quack smile: "Brother, let's go again next time I have the chance."

"Then the relationship is good. Brother is waiting for the little brother and will be available anytime from now on."

The uncle spat and calmly ordered the money again, responded casually and stepped on the accelerator and flew away.

The little yellow-haired cursed and muttered: "It's still a Kyoto driver who is bull, you can drive so fast without oil."

Little did I know that the taxi that was several miles away suddenly shook and then turned off. The situation looked very similar to the man's weakness after finishing his work.

A sad roar soon came from the car, but the uncle found that there was no gas station in this broken place within a radius of more than ten miles. He didn't know how the awesome Kyoto No. 1 brother went back.

...

The scene that happened at the foot of the mountain did not affect Wu Liang's happy mood.

Seeing that it was almost at the door of the house, seeing that Huang San was still dragging on, Wu Liang didn't care about his life or death. He carried the gift he bought for his family and threw the third master in the middle of the way with a few flashes.

"Cut the bridge across the river!"

The third master, who was breathing heavily, seemed to have expected such a thing to happen. After complaining for a few words, he continued to climb the mountain with a lot of pain.

Wu Liangcai didn't care about him, and even if he heard it, he wouldn't care. Huang San dared to talk a few words next to him, and he became embarrassed as soon as he arrived by Wu Liang's side.

As soon as he entered Wujia Village, Wu Liang showed a refreshing smile on his face.

After staying in Kyoto for two days, Wu Liang felt that his bones were almost broken. No matter how good Kyoto is, it is not as good as his own nest.

Besides, in his eyes, Kyoto is actually nothing, and it can be compared with Lingxiao Palace. Master Wu is tired of staying there.

As soon as he opened the yard, a few little guys who were playing knocked Wu Liang over and overturned him.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Wu Liang walked in happily, and he didn't get warmly welcomed, but he took the blame and went there to reason.

He knocked on the little head of Liu'er's girl, grinned and said, "Can you hit me?"

"Wuwuwu, I'm a little weak person, so I should hit you. Why are you so big and you have a muscular bump on my head?"

The little girl's film is not a big deal, but she pinched Wu Liang's arm with her delicate hands and said, "Look at it, it's hard, it's really ugly."

Liu'er was shouting, and the Niu Niu next to her laughed and repeated a few words of "It's really ugly". Even Han Peng, who likes to pretend to be a little adult, couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

Wu Liang had a dark face and was too lazy to pay attention to this girl. He messed up her hair casually. Before the little girl could get angry again, she rushed into the backyard in a hurry.

One day, I didn’t see my wife every three days, and I haven’t seen her wife for two days. It’s been six years since I counted. Of course, Mr. Wu must express his longing.

As for how to express it, you can guess the obscene smile on Mr. Wu’s face.

Fortunately, Huang San was still trying hard to climb the mountain, otherwise he would not know how to slander this person in his heart.
Chapter completed!