The Wonderful Journey of the Elf

At the girl's command, Masaharu, who was sitting on the bicycle on the left side of the intersection with lights, stepped on the pedals hard and rushed forward at almost the speed of the first echelon.

At the same time, dozens of small bird elves such as Bobo and Spearow were released from the hands of several remaining racing gangs who maintained order with a small machine hanging around their necks.

These bird elves are very intelligent, as if they have been prepared for a long time, and they fly towards the people who keep riding.

Soon the speed of each bicycle was consistent, and the small machine on the neck also played a corresponding role.

I saw that the large electronic screen in the center of the intersection was divided into squares. Among them, the squares of the top three players were the largest and most prominent. Masaharu seemed to be among them, and he happened to be in third place.

"I asked why everyone should be given an elf. It seems that those small bird elves have cameras hanging around their necks. However, the cost of this activity is too high. Most people really can't afford it. , no wonder these racing gangs often engage in road robbery business, and they are too short of money after doing it for a long time."

Lan Fang couldn't help but sigh when he saw how high-end the competition held spontaneously by the drag racing gang was. Then he ate barbecue and watched the live competition on the big screen.

That punk bike was indeed bought by Lan Fang at a huge price. In terms of light wheel performance, it was the best in this game.

Not only is it effortless to ride, but it is also extremely fast. If this competition had not banned the use of the electric drive that comes with some high-end bicycles, it is estimated that Masaharu would have easily won the championship.

But these drag racing gangs are not vegetarians. Although their cars vary in price and are generally not very expensive, the degree of modification is almost all over the body. They are purely pursuing speed.

The second-ranked girl looked at Shoji chasing after her, glanced ahead, and had a strange smile on her face.

After letting go of one hand and making a provocative gesture, he tightened his grip on the handlebars, lowered his whole body, and suddenly turned to the right at an ultra-low angle. It was obviously a downhill corner.

Although Masaharu was also a cyclist, he had the courage and was no match for these racing gangs. During the downhill process, he did not advance but retreated. He slowed down slightly and turned to the right. In the blink of an eye, he was pulled away again by more than ten meters. distance.

At the same time, the crowd who were still watching on the big screen also noticed this and booed one after another, seeming to despise Masaharu for being too timid and not even as good as a girl.

Due to lack of courage, even if the performance of the punk bike exploded, Masaharu could only watch himself getting further and further away from second place.

And not only that, as time went by, a man with extremely bulging muscles caught up behind him at some point, and glanced at Zhengji with eyes that contained jealousy, greed, and disdain. It surged up suddenly, surpassing him at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing this, Lan Fang felt confident. He thought that this guy's reputation was blown. At the same time, he also felt that it was worthless. He simply didn't bother to look at the big screen anymore. Anyway, he had to take a boat to Ziyuan Town tomorrow. With this Wouldn’t it be nice to have time to go shopping?

Thinking of this, Lan Fang put the half-eaten barbecue skewers into his pocket and slowly left the place.

The shrunken stinky mud in his pocket didn't care about the sharp bamboo thorns. He opened his mouth and swallowed it all, narrowing his eyes slightly to enjoy the delicious food in his mouth.

However, things were not as simple as Lan Fang thought.

He strolled along the street and released Mariluli and Guo Ranweng in the middle, letting them pick out some things that he and his other friends liked.

Anyway, as long as it's not food that needs to be eaten while it's hot, and the hotel is not far away, just pay for the other items and have them delivered to you by the stall owner.

After about forty minutes of wandering, Lan Fang returned to the intersection leading to Lampurqi City.

As a result, I was surprised to find that there were more people around here, and there was a faint sound of elves fighting from among them. It seemed like there was a lot of fun.

Lan Fang, who was busy watching and eating melons, naturally wouldn't choose to miss it. Without much thought, he took back the two elves beside him and trudged forward with difficulty.

When Lan Fang finally squeezed into the front row, he finally saw the situation on the field.

However, what Lan Fang saw was shocking. Masaharu on the field now had no aura like he used to do when trying to pick up girls. He was completely forced into a corner. His Dream Demon, Ghost Stone, Needle Bee, Nido The five elves, Lan and Big Rock Snake, fainted among the crowd.

And for some reason, Lan Fang's top-of-the-line punk bike, which he bought not long ago, fell into the hands of the girl who was in second place just now.

The girl patted the parts of the punk bike left and right with a satisfied look on her face, turned to look at Masaharu who was unwilling to hand over the small remote control device, and said extremely arrogantly, "Huh, I'm willing to admit defeat. This is what we agreed on. Since you lose I advise you to hand it over as soon as possible, lest I worry that you will not be able to leave Lampurchi."

But Zheng Zhi was also riding a tiger. Logically speaking, the actual owner of the car was not him, so there was no need to put himself in danger for a car.

However, Nalan Fang knew his details, and was even taught some experiences about elves by his grandfather for a few days, which was quite embarrassing.

If you really want to hand over the bicycle, what if Lan Fang goes to the uncle to complain?

At that time, not only will the family pay a sum of money, but he will also be beaten 80% of the time. His status in the family will definitely be reduced in the future, and the living expenses he will receive will definitely be greatly reduced. No matter how you calculate it, this is a bad deal.

Therefore, Masaharu was determined to cheat after losing the game from the beginning, and even let his own elf participate in the battle, just to break out of the encirclement.

However, his elf was too weak, and these racing gangs were too numerous and powerful. They were almost immediately beaten by the local gang of gangsters here, and the racing gang and the gangs had no temper at all.

Hearing the girl's warning, Masaharu, a guy with a bit of a bullying personality, felt his legs shaking in panic.

But when he thought about the consequences of handing over this top-notch bicycle worth at least one million, or even tens of millions of alliance coins, he subconsciously shuddered and shook his head, gripping the small remote control device tighter.

In fact, according to the strength of Zhengzhi's family, this money is really not a big problem. There are so many high-level elves in the family, and the wealth that can be created in a year is quite huge.

But at home, although he is a direct descendant, he is not the eldest grandson. If this debt falls on him, he will definitely have to bear the burden, so he decided to try to persuade these people again.

"No, I can't give it to you"

Zhengzhi said weakly at first, then suddenly thought of something, and seemed to have some confidence, and screamed loudly, "By the way, I am a direct descendant of the Zhengyang family in Ziyuan Town next door, you can't do this to me."

The girl who was playing with Lan Fang's bicycle suddenly frowned when she heard Zhengji's voice. She seemed to have thought of something. She waved her hand and said, "The direct descendants of the Zhengyang family will stop first and see what else he has to say."

The Wonderful Journey of the Elf