The incessant roar of machinery filled the air.
The flying bike's four exhaust pipes spewed forth blue-green flames.
The wild wind was like a knife, and the city retreated as if in rewind.
"Ahhhh... slow down, Baiyu, it's too fast, I can't take it," Lan Ziyue pressed down her skirt, clutching Baiyu's clothes tightly with both hands.
"If I slow down, it won't feel exciting. Hold on tight, I'm about to sprint."
Whoosh.
At this moment.
The energy level of the flying bike was directly adjusted to the maximum by Baiyu.
The pedal was floored, and a blue-green arc traced a comet-like path across the city.
"Up ahead is the outskirts, if we don't stop, we're going to end up in Jiujiang."
Lan Ziyue shouted a reminder.
The wind rushed into her mouth, making her voice mumble like she was holding an ice pop.
The roadside buildings turned into shadows.
Baiyu did not respond, instead floored the gas pedal again, accelerating once more.
Poof...
