Chapter 94 The Boy in My Heart (7)
"Follow me if you have the guts!" Young Kuroda put aside his harsh words and actually accelerated towards the curve.
"Are you going to die? Idiot!" Qian Xiaoyi cursed. The reason why he did not use any aggressive means was not because he was worried about this guy, as a separated consciousness, or because he was a separate consciousness. Part of the soul may be directly dissipated if it is harmed in the ghost realm, and Qian Xiaoyi will be in vain.
Qian Xiaoyi could only speed up again and try his best to keep up. At the same time, he complained with a headache: "Kuroda, are you listening? The younger version of you is simply an arrogant bastard!"
Middle-aged Kuroda said: "I know, I know he is a bastard, and you don't need to remind me of this. So, don't worry about him anymore, just let him stay in this dark tunnel, with that Let the dead people daydream forever.”
"You don't have to say this." Qian Xiaoyi said: "This is my commission! Isn't it just five straight hairpin turns? I'll show it to you!"
Qian Xiaoyi followed the young man Kuroda entered the curve, and young Kuroda looked at the rearview mirror and shouted: "How dare you follow me? Your courage is commendable, and it is worth me to defeat you personally... Oh, you despicable villain!"
"Did you escape?" Qian Xiaoyi retrieved the ink pipe line with one hand. The child is controlled by himself, and it is difficult to control the direction when driving at high speed. And now that he was about to prepare to turn a corner, he could only put aside his thoughts of catching Kuroda for the time being and deal with the current predicament first. However, the previous trick of reversing the direction of the world did not work in this kind of bend, so Qian Xiaoyi finally slowed down and let Kuroda pass first.
“But that’s it, don’t you dare to rush now? Then I will take the first step.” Kuroda’s drag racing skills are also very good. He drifted smoothly through the corner and entered the next corner. .
"It seems we still have to use this thing..." Qian Xiaoyi took out a squirming hair with a solemn expression and placed it on Nu Huwan's body. As soon as the hair came into contact with Nu Huwan, Humaru immediately merged into it, and the visible resentment almost distorted the aura around Nuhuwan. Qian Xiaoyi quickly pressed the compass and activated the talisman on Nuhuwan.
As the spell was activated, those resentments began to retrace their steps and poured into the interior of the motorcycle again. Then, four pairs of white and tender arms wrapped with ink lines stretched out from the motorcycle, each hand filled with Holding a pair of sharp scissors, Nu Humaru looked like a weird big spider.
"Slit Girl, let me use your strength, you are the only one who can fight Granny Turbo!" Qian Xiaoyi put his hand on the compass and shouted at the moment of turning the corner: "That's it. Now! ”
Shijo on one side Under the control of Qian Xiaoyi, his arm stabbed the scissors into the corner wall, while the other arm drew the scissors across the ground and brought up sparks. In this way, Qian Xiaoyi forced the scissors into the corner wall without slowing down. He completed the turn and followed young Kuroda.
"How could this happen!" Young Kuroda saw the monster behind him through the rearview mirror, with a look of panic on his face, but he calmed down in the next second, as if he had been humiliated. General, gritted his teeth and said: "I used to write graffiti, and now I have done this on my Nuhuwan... You want to compete, right? Then come on! Who will be afraid of you!"
< br>Middle-aged Kuroda looks Seeing his younger self talking like this, with a complicated expression, he muttered to himself in a low voice: "This guy's old habit is coming back again. Once there is fear in his heart, it will hurt his face, he will immediately replace it with anger, and then do something Stupid things prove that he is not afraid, and what’s even more ridiculous is that doing so usually messes up a lot of things, but he actually regards this behavior as self-respect and courage... It’s so stupid.”
But he will not remind Qian Xiaoyi. He now wishes that his young self would die there and be forgotten forever.
"Come on! Only cowards will slow down!" Young Kuroda turned off the accelerator regardless and increased the horsepower to the limit. He calculated the amount of advance and began to drift on the motorcycle, with a After completing the incredible turn, the auxiliary brake shoes started to smoke when they touched the ground!
"How about it! Take it easy~" Young Kuroda said proudly: "This way you can still..."
Click, click. The eight arms growing out of Nu Huwan appeared in the rearview mirror, waving scissors with claws and fangs. Qian Xiaoyi still followed the same method, completing the turn with sparks and lightning. This rough method can be used for all bullshit hairpin turns. Broken! The efficiency is comparable to the legendary drainage channel bending method.
“Damn it!” Young Kuroda cursed and rushed to the next hairpin bend, sweating profusely. Accompanied by the harsh sound of tires rubbing against the ground, Young Kuroda and Qian Xiaoyi made another U-shaped turn. The slope in front of them became steeper and steeper, almost 20 degrees. Young Kuroda's palms began to tremble uncontrollably. , he has never run through such fatal curves, downhill, hairpin turns, five consecutive turns - and he is in a damn tunnel, unable to see the next turn! A single mistake could kill him and tear him apart.
But the more scared he was, the angrier he became in young Kuroda's heart. He didn't want to lose, nor did he want to admit defeat! So he roared and rushed towards the next hairpin bend.
"He's finished." Middle-aged Kuroda muttered.
Qian Xiaoyi saw something was wrong with the other party and stopped him: "Hey, slow down, slow down! That curve is too sharp!" The ink line in his hand flew forward.
Young Kuroda cornered desperately, his thighs almost touching the ground. He controlled the motorcycle with all his strength, trying to complete this crazy drift, but now the situation was out of the question. Out of his control, he could only watch in despair as the motorcycle hit the wall with its strong inertia.
"You're hit, come back...go back!" Qian Xiaoyi shouted.
At this moment, the ink pipe thread caught the huge seat back of the motorcycle. Qian Xiaoyi left his hands on the handlebars, pulled the ink pipe thread with all his strength, and pulled the ink pipe thread at the critical moment. The trajectory of the motorcycle was corrected, and it turned successfully, almost touching the wall. At the same time, the tilted motorcycle was straightened, allowing young Kuroda to escape the crisis of overturning.
Bang!
“Brother Yi!”
“Brother Yi!”
But because of Qian Xiaoyi's move, Nu Huwan lost control, hit the wall, and overturned the car. Inuyama Heita and Takeru quickly ran to the front of the tunnel to check on Qian Xiaoyi.
"Hu~hu~" Young Kuroda panted heavily and looked back, murmuring in confusion: "Why did he want to save me? Could it be that...he is not an enemy?"
< br>When Inuyama Heita and Aken arrived at the scene of the car accident, they only saw the overturned Nu Humaru, but Qian Xiaoyi was missing.
"Where did Brother Oto go?" Inuyama Heita asked strangely.
Ajian said hurriedly: "Maybe he was knocked out. Hurry and look around!"
While the two of them were frantically searching for Qian Xiaoyi, middle-aged Kuroda silently helped Nu Humaru up, rode on it, and then started the engine.
"What?" After Inuyama Heita and Takeru heard the sound, the middle-aged Kuroda was already riding his motorcycle towards the depths of the tunnel. This matter had been delayed for too long, and he decided To make a break, he decided to...
——Kill his younger self with his own hands.
(End of this chapter)