Zhou Shao of Rebirth

After driving the car to the starting line, many people recognized Zhou Heng. A group of beautiful cheerleaders immediately changed their original supporters and shouted Zhou Heng's name.

The atmosphere became lively for a while, Zhou Heng showed a smug smile to Lei He, and said in a low voice: "Wait a minute, be smart, there is a section of mountain road twenty miles away, with a slope below, it is very deep, just enough for you to play."

"I don't care, but you, can you jump out of the car in time?" Lei He put his forelimb on Zhou Heng's lap, stretched his head over to talk to him in a low voice.

If the group of people outside heard a pet talking human, they wouldn't know how frightened they would be.

Zhou Heng knocked on him, "Young master, I'm not stupid, won't you stop the car before jumping?"

Anyway, the racing cars of this year haven't used cameras yet, as long as he can grasp the speed of the car and keep a distance from the front and back, who will notice what happened in those few seconds?

Lei He really wanted to despise him, but thinking about the young master's experience since he was a child, making him jump out of the car was really embarrassing for him.

"I'll drive it later, and I promise to beat them twenty blocks in less than 10 minutes!" Lei He raised his wolf head and said confidently.

"Okay, let's change places after the first turn, so you can just drive the car and destroy the corpse!"

After two whistles sounded, Zhou Heng started the car and rushed out parallel to the other cars.

The last time he played racing in his previous life was abroad. After he returned to China, there was no such condition for him to play again.

From the initial hands-on to slowly finding the feeling, Zhou Heng's heart has always been calm, the speed is racing to death, and the steering wheel is held firmly.

When turning the first corner, Zhou Heng's car was the last one, he was neither impatient nor impatient, and changed places with Lei He only after the car in front disappeared.

Lei He changed his human form, took a few seconds to familiarize himself with the car's configuration, and then curled his lips and said, "How can this rotten thing be used as a racing car?"

"Yo, you still understand this?" Zhou Heng was taken aback. Aren't the monsters that come out of the deep mountains and old forests supposed to be antiques?

Lei He didn't panic when he found out that he had slipped his tongue, and said nonchalantly, "With the ability of this Great Immortal, it's not a matter of minutes to learn anything? Otherwise, how do you think I got my driving skills?"

Zhou Heng couldn't think of other reasons for a while, but he didn't want to admit Lei He's super power, so he muttered: "A monster is a monster, what kind of fairy is it?"

Lei He ignored his muttering, skillfully controlled the car to gallop on the winding road, and quickly caught up with the car in front.

"Looking good..." The corner of his mouth curled up slightly, and the movements of his hands quickened. Even if Zhou Heng sat beside him, he could only see phantoms.

The car squeezed into the gap of the car in front when it was going through the curve, clung to the mountain wall, and left that car behind in the blink of an eye.

Zhou Heng gripped the armrest tightly, his palms were sweating from the stimulation.

After turning a few turns, Lei He had already left the other cars far away.

Lei He whistled, remembering the time when he drove his car through the crowd of zombies. Although those days were not as good as they are now, they never lacked excitement.

"In the future, you can develop racing as a sideline." With this level, it is definitely second to none in the world.

Lei He chuckled, he also had this idea just now, but instead of serious racing, he went to the underground race track. The black market has a high degree of freedom, regardless of life or death, which is the most suitable for him to play.

When he reached the slope mentioned by Zhou Heng, Lei He slowed down the car, took his hands off the steering wheel, and helped Zhou Heng unbuckle his seat belt as quickly as possible to push him out of the car.

Zhou Heng rolled around on the ground, his forehead and knees rubbed against the ground and felt burning pain. He cursed secretly: Damn wolf demon, can't you just stop the car and let him get out?

As soon as he got up from the ground, he saw the white sports car rushing towards the edge of the road like a parabola.

Zhou Heng felt that his heart was about to stop. Even though he knew that this was what they had planned in advance, even though he knew that the wolf demon could not be injured, he couldn't help but sweat for him.

If before this, he regarded Lei He as his partner, as a person who could be used, but in the moment just now, he had a deep and extreme sense of trust in Lei He.

This is the first person he has given trust to besides the old man.

Two minutes later, a red sports car arrived at Zhou Heng's place.

The fast-moving sports car made a harsh brake sound, and the tires rubbed a long trace on the road.

The owner of the car didn't notice Zhou Heng's existence at first, but when the car passed by Zhou Heng, he caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of his eye, and stepped on the brakes in fright.

He reversed the car, and by the headlights saw Zhou Heng sitting on the side of the road in a daze, staring blankly at the bottom of the slope, with a layer of skin on his forehead.

"Yo, isn't this Mr. Zhou? What's the matter?" The car owner opened the door and got out of the car, walking over with a carefree expression.

Zhou Heng gave him a cold look, then continued to look down.

The owner of the car walked over and found that Zhou Heng's face was quite ugly, and combined with the tracks drawn by the tires around him, he probably guessed the truth of the matter.

He glanced down the slope, saw a little white, and cursed secretly: What a fate!

When several other car owners arrived one after another, some people gloated about his misfortune, some people pretended to care, but no one really worried about Zhou Heng.

"Is it even better?" A yellow-haired young man in leather jacket and pants asked arrogantly.

"Hehe, it's all like this, isn't it more hairy?"

"I remember Zhou Shao had a pet in the car, right?"

"Hey, it's probably dead, right? If you fall from such a high place, you will be disabled even if you don't die."

"It's a pity, that dog looks superb!"

"Fortunately, Young Master Zhou is fine, so what's the point of sacrificing a dog?"

"That's true, but we have to remember the lesson. Don't be brave next time in the car race. Fortunately, this is a dog. If it's a person... tsk tsk... miserable!"

Zhou Heng stood up, patted the dust off his body, coldly glanced at the young men talking to themselves, and snorted coldly: "A group of defeated generals!"

"That's better than Zhou Shao who almost lost his life?" The leather-clothed youth lit a cigarette and leaned against his car with a smile.

The rest of the people laughed one after another, and the meaning of ridicule was self-evident.

Few people who dare to run on this road have no background. Although they are not as good as Zhou's family, they still dare to take advantage of verbal advantages.