Close your eyes and become the strongest adventurer

Chapter 3 The Windy Old Driver

Chen Yanzui drove a world-limited sterling silver knight heavy motorcycle, and was wearing a big white coat that fluttered in the wind. On the chest and back of the robe were written four crooked bloody characters:
"Night Dew Death Suffering"

He didn't wear a helmet, with studs on his ears, letting his unruly yellow hair dance in the wind.

Feeling the head-on wind, I couldn't help turning the accelerator hard again, increasing the speed of the motorcycle by another gear.

Only the excitement brought by speed and passion can slightly relieve the boredom in his heart.

The annoying old man in the family didn't care about his feelings at all, and tried to force him to go back and inherit the billionaire family business all day long.

But what I yearn for in my life is unfettered freedom!
What makes him even more upset is that no one around him can understand his feelings.

Even if you talk to your friends, they always have an expression of "are you kidding me?", or "caring for the mentally retarded".

It's just that I saw that I was in a bad mood, so I followed the words to please myself.

Chen Yanzui knew very well what kind of people these people were fooling around with every day, and he also understood that in the eyes of those guys, he was nothing more than a fool with a lot of money.

No matter men or women, they always want to squeeze money from themselves, or covet their status as the heir of the old man, and want to seek some benefits.

Although Chen Yanzui knew it very well, he didn't care, and let others treat him as a winner.

After all, money is just a number to him, more or less is the same.

However, for Chen Yanzui himself, he hated this feeling very much.

He also longs for a pure and kind girlfriend, a brother who will always stand by him even if he has no money.

It's a pity that his family background doomed him to miss ordinary life.

In the end, I couldn't bear to continue working for the old man.

The old man babbled all day without saying anything, no matter how well he did, he would still be compared with the old man by those people.

If I accidentally do something wrong, I start shaking my head and sighing, saying that I am still not as good as the old man.

Bunch of assholes!
I'm not the old man II, I'm just myself!

So, he dyed his head of eye-catching yellow hair, put on a rebellious earring, rode his beloved big motorcycle, and went on a fast-paced racing trip.

Forgive me for being unrestrained all my life, I only love freedom~
Humming in his mouth, like a bird just out of the cage.

After running to the area outside the old man's jurisdiction in one breath, I finally felt a little freedom that I hadn't seen for a long time.

The world is so big, let me go!
When the mood gradually improved, I saw a pedestrian beside the road ahead.

Chen Yanzui didn't pay much attention at first, and only regarded the other party as an insignificant passerby.

When the motorcycle approached, it never occurred to me that the passer-by A jumped onto the high-speed motorcycle from mid-air in a perfect gymnastics posture.

Hello!

Do people in other jurisdictions of yours hitchhike like this?

You jump on a fast-moving motorcycle without even asking?
As a drag racing party, do I want to lose face?
It's fine if you get on it, don't sit in the back seat, do you have to stand?

Standing and not saying anything, still standing on the trunk of the motorcycle so arrogantly?
Although Chen Yanzui didn't understand, he was greatly shocked.

While driving, he couldn't help turning his head to look at the person who jumped out of the car.

After this kid got into the car, he crossed his arms very arrogantly, looking down at him from above, and didn't even bother to open his eyes to look at him more.

Ouch, are you so crazy?

Chen Yan was so drunk that he didn't know what to say for a moment.

After all, everything happened too suddenly.

Chen Yanzui, who was distracted, didn't notice a lump of stones on the road.

The high-speed motorcycle ran over directly, was unbalanced by the stones, flew into the air, and flew straight towards the outside of the road guardrail.

Finished!

Chen Yanzui started to regret when he was still in the air, why didn't he wear a helmet for the sake of blowing the wind?
Seeing that the motorcycle is getting closer and closer to the ground.

Chen Yanzui had no time to react and could only wait for death to come.

At this time, Xuan Yuan, who had been standing on the trunk, stood up and jumped forward following the upward momentum of the bump.

It happened to land in front of Chen Yanzui, and skillfully squeezed Chen Yanzui into the back seat.

Xuan Yuan still kept his eyes closed. He held the handlebars of the motorcycle with both hands, adjusted the falling angle, and turned the accelerator to the bottom in one go.

With the violent roar of the tail pipe, the motorcycle flying over the highway fence landed heavily, and the tires rubbed violently on the mountain.

On the buffer wave next to the motorcycle road, after sliding straight for a certain distance, it actually drove majestically on a steep slope of more than 30 degrees.

The violent bumps when landing caused Chen Yan to rise into the air after being drunk, and turned into a kite in midair, leaving only his hands like kite strings, tightly grasping the back seat of the motorcycle.

Just as Chen Yanzui was about to speak, the gust of wind poured into his mouth and nose, making it difficult for him to even breathe.

Xuan Yuan drove his motorcycle without looking back at him, and turned the accelerator to the end, adjusted the angle and rushed towards the top of the mountain.

Chen Yan was drunk in mid-air, and finally adjusted the angle so that he could barely sit back on the back seat of the motorcycle.

"Brother, thank you for saving your life."

"But, do you know that you almost threw me off just now?"

"By the way, brother, where are you going by car?"

"The road is over there, are we driving in the wrong direction?"

Xuan Yuan still closed his eyes, as if he hadn't heard anything, and didn't say a word.

Before Chen Yanzui had time to ask again, the motorcycle had already rushed to the top of the mountain.

In front is a natural moat with a width of more than ten meters, and below is a bottomless valley.

"Hey! Hey!"

"There's a cliff ahead! I'm about to fall."

"Brother, I know you are brave~"

"I beg you, open your eyes and look at the road, okay?"

Xuan Yuan didn't say a word, but turned the accelerator vigorously again, and rushed straight towards the cliff.

Chen Yanzui was about to go crazy from fright.

He stretched out his hand to grab the driving seat, but was hit twice with a backpack by the other party. He suddenly felt powerful but had nowhere to use it.

Seeing the abyss getting closer.

Chen Yanzui wanted to jump off the car several times, but sadly found that if he jumped off at this time, the inertia of rolling on the ground alone would be enough to throw him into the abyss.

He wanted to cry a little.

Are people outside so brave?

It's okay to take a ride forcibly, and it's okay to grab my car by force.

Why are you driving with your eyes closed? ?

Perhaps, this is the legendary through train to hell?
If I had died earlier by the side of the road, would I still have a whole body left?

Could this person be a killer sent by the old man's enemies, planning to kill himself without a whole body?
When Chen Yanzui's thinking speeded up crazily due to the crisis of survival, and he kept thinking wildly.

Xuanyuan didn't slow down, and drove the motorcycle directly to the edge of the cliff.

The front of the car tilted up and rushed up a small tree along the tree pole. The small tree was bent under the weight.

But before the tree broke completely, the motorcycle followed the slope provided by it and soared towards the opposite cliff.

The strong wind howled on the cliff.

Xuan Yuan was riding a motorcycle with his eyes closed and his face expressionless, as if he had already harnessed the strong wind and was flying in a royal car.

Chen Yanzui grabbed the back seat of the motorcycle tightly with both hands, and hung on the back of the motorcycle like a kite with a broken string, yelling in despair:
"Ahhhh~~~~!"

(End of this chapter)