Urban God-Level Tall, Rich And Handsome

But before the host finished speaking, Lin Luo's car crashed into an obstacle leaning against the wall. The whole Budiga Veyron was leaning at 60 degrees and stuck to the wall. Between them, Lin Luo's Budiga Veyron passed through.

Lin Luo was inside the Budiga Veyron, and he and Guli Nazha were tied by seat belts to ensure that they would not leave their seats due to the tilt of the car.

Guli Nazha covered her eyes with both hands at the moment Lin Luo accelerated, and when she opened them, she was dumbfounded, "This... this is that, am I dead? Ah~... …………………Why did the car erect “Two Two Seven”!!!”

"How about it? Is the thorn stimulating?" Lin Luo said to Guli Nazha carelessly.

"What did you do...you got there." Guli Nazha looked at Lin Luo's incredible driving skills, adrenaline began to secrete, and he stuttered.

"Because of your encouragement at the beginning, my driving skills exploded." Lin Luo smiled charmingly, and the movements of controlling the car were so elegant. So calm.

Hearing Lin Luo talk about the encouragement before the start of the game, Gu Li Nazha blushed, his heart was beating, his face was extremely blushing, and with the exciting experience just now, his whole body was red.

Although Lin Luo's driving skills could not be related to his motivation, Gu Li Nazha couldn't help being happy, a little shy, and turned his face away arrogantly, "That was my mother's first kiss, of course it was very effective."

After a while, the car passed the big turn of the track, and Lin Luo's Budiga Veyron's wheels touched the ground again, returning to the normal shape.

Unlike Lin Luo, Guli Nazha did not see the thrilling scene just now, but the hosts in the auditorium and the registration office could see it clearly through the big screen. If he just hit that obstacle and made a mistake, the car might crash The death of a person, let alone the erection of the racing car, is simply like a miracle, no...it is a divine skill, a god-like technique and self-confidence.

When Lin Luo's Budiga Veyron tilted up, the air became quiet. It was as quiet as no one was around. It's the cup, the sound of the drink falling to the ground.

"Ding, boom, boom, click~"

All kinds of landing sounds came out one after another, and no one paid attention to it. They all stared blankly at the scene of Lin Luo leaning against the wall and cornering, without saying a word for a long time.

When Lin Luo's car landed on the ground, the whole building erupted into a terrifying scream.

The host picked up the dropped microphone and said excitedly, "What did I just see, what kind of car was leaning up and turning, am I still dreaming?"

When the host finished speaking, he patted his face with his hand.

"Oh Maika, God, is this man God!!!"

"What the hell did I see, there is still such an operation."

"Wow, it's indeed the person that Miss Nazha likes, he's just so awesome."

"This kind of operation is like a god, this player No. 3 is an alien.

"Drafting, this is cheating, you think this is playing a game."

"After all, I was the one who bet five million soft sister coins, and I didn't disappoint. Hahahaha, so what if it's the death devil, with this speed and driving skills, can't you beat the death devil?"

Because of the angle of view, Chris Bott did not see Lin Luo's leaning corner, and realized that Lin Luo and the others were not following. He slowly slowed down the speed of the car, as if waiting for something, a conspiracy emerged in the corner smile...

Angelina Sandra, a blond foreign girl, was at the registration point, watching everything with a smile on her face, she was only slightly surprised, and then calmed down again, as if all of this was justifiable.

"It seems that your income tonight is mine." Angelina Sandra held her chin and smiled charmingly.

Yin Chuan and Duan Zhengxin asked suspiciously, "Angelina, why aren't you surprised?"

"Can't you see who he is? If it's him, it's not surprising that he did this kind of operation." Angelina Sandra covered her mouth and said with a smile.

"He?" Yin Chuan and Duan Zhengxin pondered for a while. Yin Chuan was addicted to racing and never looked at anything else, but Duan Zhengxin was different. He always felt as if he had seen his photos somewhere.

"By the way, news." Duan 1.0 Zhengxin quickly picked up the phone and opened a news item, which contained the photos of Lin Luo's game conference, even the car was exactly the same

"He is the boss of Shinhwa Group, Young Master Luo!!!" Duan Zhengxin opened his eyes wide and watched the live broadcast.

"Is it famous?" Yin Chuan asked in an old tone when he saw Duan Zhengxin's big reaction.

"Look for yourself!" Duan Zhengxin handed the phone to Yin Chuan, which contained Lin Luo's news. If he was really the inventor of virtual online games, there would be no problem with a car at this speed. It is regarded as a kind of black technology developed by Shinhwa Group.