The two co-pilots are a fat man with an internet celebrity face underneath them. [Please modify some chapter content]

The internet celebrity's face screamed desperately.

"Who are you? What do you want to do?" the fat man asked.

Wang Lang fainted when he shook his hand and said, "Don't fucking arguing, no matter how much he quarrels, he will be gone."

The internet celebrity looked at Wang Lang nervously without saying a word.

Bang!

Wang Lang shrank his head, and a fist print was fucked directly above his head.

"Your mom sells it!"

Bang! Shi Ling punched again, and Wang Lang shrank his neck again.

Wang Lang was extremely sure that Shi Ling could break the roof of the car after two more punches. When Shi Ling's small fist hits Wang Lang's little head, Wang Lang would have to finish playing.

The car's speed reached its peak, and Wang Lang shook the body left and right, which made Shi Ling stop pounding the roof.

But within a moment, Shi Ling seemed to get used to it.

Bang!

Shi Ling is just a punch.

Wang Lang's neck shrank, and the roof collapsed, but it was not broken. The roof of Wang Lang's head was less than ten centimeters away from Wang Lang's head.

Shi Ling sat on the roof of the car with his legs hooked around the left and right of the car, and his body seemed to be growing on the roof of the car.

Wang Lang suddenly braked suddenly, and Shi Ling ran out suddenly. Wang Lang stepped on the accelerator and rushed towards Shi Ling.

The old bald donkey was like a cockroach. After rolling so far on the ground, he actually got up again and rushed towards the car that Wang Lang drove.

Wang Lang turned the front of the car and avoided Shi Ling's pounce on him, but Shi Ling grabbed Wang Lang from the side and flipped over and got on the roof.

The internet celebrity secretly took out his phone and recorded the video. Wang Lang snatched the phone and threw it into the back seat.

Bang!

The roof of the car fell down again, Wang Lang felt a toothache, and he slapped the fat man's white butt with a slap, "You can also drive such a broken car and play with the car!"

The internet celebrity was frightened and kept a posture and secretly looked at Wang Lang.

Bang!

The roof of the car has been pasted to Wang Lang's Tianling Cover.

The old bald donkey's perseverance made Wang Lang even suspect that the old bald donkey was a descendant of Yugong.

Wang Lang suddenly turned around, and Shi Ling shook violently and flew out of the car. In desperation, Shi Ling grabbed the side of the car and turned over and got on the roof again.

"Old bald donkey! You have something wrong with it!" Wang Lang yelled angrily.

"Give me the Dragon Stone!" Shi Ling said in a deep voice. As he spoke, he was about to punch again. Wang Lang's car swung, and Shi Ling fucked his punch. However, the strength of the punch was not light at all, and it collapsed to other parts of the roof of the car.

Occasionally passing vehicles on both sides all looked here in surprise. They had only seen this situation in movies before, and had they seen this in real life. This was much more exciting than what they looked in movies.

"The Dragon Stone is not in my hands. You are looking for the wrong person!" Wang Lang roared angrily, shrank his neck.

"Baby, I saw with my own eyes that the Dragon Stone was stuffed to you by Huangfu Ji. Don't lie to me!" Shi Ling said with a punch.

"Old bald donkey, the dragon stone is in the hands of the old wife of Gu Lianyi. What my master gave me is fake, just to cover up the eyes and eyes. The raccoon cat changed to the prince, so that you can see it on purpose."

"I'm talking nonsense and want to deceive me!"

With a bang, Shi Ling punched again, and Wang Lang turned his head and drove.

From the outside, a pit had completely collapsed.

"Old bald donkey, do you fucking believe it or not? Gu Lianyi is my master's little lover. My master gave her the Dragon Stone. Old bald donkey, think about it carefully. Didn't you know how much Gu Lianyi's kung fu is? Just how did she hurt my master several times? Isn't it just to cover up and make you believe that Gu Lianyi has nothing to do with my master? Old bald donkey, you have water in your mind, right? You can't even understand such a simple thing?" Wang Lang explained earnestly.

Shi Ling banged his punch, "Do you really think I am a three-year-old child?"

"Do you believe it or not?" Wang Lang stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and suddenly raised his speed, and Shi Ling leaned back a little.

Judging from the frequency of Shi Ling's punch, Shi Ling obviously began to believe what Wang Lang said.

"If Huangfu Ji knew that he had your disciple, wouldn't he die with his eyes open!"

With a bang, Shi Ling punched again.

"Fuck! My master is dead, so why don't he let the living people live well? Who will tell me about my life every day when I am abroad?" Wang Lang roared.

Shi Ling has begun to shake.

"Old bald donkey, don't force me to play with you!" Wang Lang shouted angrily.

The only thing that responded to Wang Lang was to have a bang punch.

Wang Lang pulled his gun and shot it at the roof of the car.

Then he heard the people on the car rolling backwards. Wang Lang fucked Shi Ling's butt and a large piece of flesh was taken away. Shi Ling rolled backwards. When he was about to fall, Shi Ling hooked the rear of the car and pulled hard, he actually fucked the trunk. Shi Ling shrank and came in.

Wang Lang turned around for a few shots. Who knew that Shi Ling shrank and turned around and slid under the butt of the car, dodging Wang Lang's bullets.

Then he re-drilled into the trunk.

Shi Ling simply dealt with the injuries on his butt and waited quietly for the opportunity.

Wang Lang was a little confused for a moment, so he reached out to find a selfie stick in the back row of the car, one end on the accelerator and the other part on the seat.

Wang Lang quietly moved to the back seat, hooked the steering wheel with his feet, and turned around to show the internet celebrity's face, so that the internet celebrity's face would hold the steering wheel. The internet celebrity's face shivering and pushed away the big fat man on his body to the driver's seat to hold the steering wheel.

He leaned his ears on the seat and listened.

Shi Ling on the other side also listened with his ears on his back.

Without saying a word, Wang Lang pulled out the gun from his armpit, held one in each hand, and shot at the seat.

Shi Ling's reaction was so fast that it was outrageous that he turned around and rolled, huddled the rear of the car and was about to touch the ground.

After all the bullets were exhausted, Wang Lang felt something was still wrong, so he opened the back door to look, but did not see Shi Ling. Suddenly he found a car following behind him, and the driver stuck his head out of the window and looked at the bottom of Wang Lang's car like a der.

Wang Lang returned to the car, summed up the position where the driver of the car behind him looked at, changed the magazine and loaded the bullet and fired.

From the rear window, a figure rolled down on the spot. The driver behind quickly braked, and Shi Ling rolled into the car behind. Then he saw that the car behind was raised at the speed and chased Wang Lang's car.

Wang Lang returned to the driving position, threw the internet celebrity face to the back row, took the selfie stick, Wang Lang kicked the accelerator to the end, and disappeared. The man behind him couldn't catch up no matter how much he chased him. After entering Linghe City, Wang Lang turned around and returned home, and drove to Zhulin Temple again.

When he reached the bottom of the mountain, Wang Lang saw many police cars, and the crew members were also cleared down the mountain, but they were surrounded and waiting for inspection.

Wang Lang went over and asked, and found out that someone found a corpse on the mountain. He had just died. He was a little monk, but the direction of Zhulin Temple was not the little monk in the temple.

The police are investigating.

A voice came, "Wang Lang."
Chapter completed!