The monkey was worried and nervous.
He didn't care about the pain in his whole body, and couldn't care that it was a highway, he kept rushing forward.
I kept praying in my heart, Elder, no, now Sister Luan is his master.
Must bless his master to be safe and sound.
The hurried horn rang from behind him.
Some drivers stretched out their heads and yelled, "I'm looking for death."
At this moment, there was a loud impact, shaking the entire bridge.
The monkey quickly looked into the distance.
I only saw the rear of the familiar car rushing out of the guardrail and falling off the high bridge.
The monkey got cold all over.
Breathing stopped.
"Master!"
He spread his legs and rushed over there.
The guardrail was broken, the car fell into the water, and water splashed everywhere.
The sound of the car chirping up and down--
After the monkey rushed over, he stood behind the broken guardrail and shouted, "Master, Master."
"Here."
The slightly hoarse female voice rushed into my mind like a clear stream, and the monkey's confused thoughts were instantly clear.
He rushed to the side, leaning on the intact guardrail and looking down.
The girl grabbed the guardrail with one hand and fell into the air, a deep river churning under her feet.
The monkey's eyes lit up and wept with joy, "Master, you are fine."
Mo Luan said, "Stay away."
"Good."
The monkey quickly retreated, Mo Luan leaped up and grabbed the upper guardrail with one hand.
The body turned up dexterously.
She landed on her feet and clapped her hands.
It happened to have driven a car by the side.
Mo Luan swept over, a hand wearing brown and white gloves stretched out from the rear seat window and waved lazily.
Seems to greet her.
Mo Luan's eyes were cold.
I swept around and saw a motorcycle.
She walked over a few steps and said to the owner: "Borrow the motorcycle and I will press him on you."
The car owner forced to get out of the car in a daze. When she wanted to hand over the helmet, the girl had already stepped on the motorcycle.
The roar was deafening.
The locomotive sped away, chasing the black sports car.
"Master!"
The monkey waved to the motorcycle in the distance, and the people in the car could no longer hear him.
"Hey, I said, was that girl your master just now?"
The monkey turned his head to look at the man wearing the helmet, and quickly apologized, "Sorry, my master is eager to use your car. Don't worry, we will double compensation for any damage."
"it's okay no problem."
The man waved his hand, he was too surprised.
He saw the scene when the car rushed out of the guardrail, and he saw the scene when Mo Luan jumped up from the guardrail.
He was really surprised at how sacred this girl was.
Just after surviving in a car accident, he borrowed a motorcycle again and roared away.
He raised his hand and patted his face, and caught the helmet crackling.
...I guess I'm making a movie, but this scene is too real...
The fire truck traffic police came, and the monkey went to communicate with them and tell the story of the accident.
Here, Mo Luan increased the throttle to catch up.
The person in the driver's seat of the black car looked at the rearview mirror and said, "She is catching up."
There was a chuckle from the back seat, and he took off his brown and white gloves, "Speed up, is it possible to wait for her to catch up?"
"Yes."
The driver increased the throttle, their car was modified, and its performance and strength were very good.
The narrowed distance slowly opened again.
Mo Luan increased the throttle and turned a regular motorcycle into a racing car.
Did not slow down even when encountering a turn.
Her purpose is to intercept the sports car that is forced to stop in front.
Slowly, the distance narrowed again.
No matter what the modified car used is, ordinary drivers and professional racers are incomparable.