Ye Cheng's motorcycle was opened as a rocket. Flames were emitted from the exhaust canister from time to time. The body of the motorcycle fluttered and fluttered, so it had to be scattered.

The motorcycle sold its life in Yecheng's hands and reached its ideal maximum speed.

! Whiz! Ye Cheng wants to speed up a little more, but he finds that this is already the limit, and further improvement must be scrapped.

After passing a small ascending steep slope, Yecheng's motorcycle suddenly rises and glides over ten meters in mid-air, landing heavily with a thump, then galloping out smoothly, like a ghost flying in the night.

The cigarette in...