Under the black moon.
Time has completely entered the night, and there will be fog on the mountain.
And at the moment...
On the winding mountain road of Qiuluo mountain, there were two claps of thunder resounding through the night, one black and one silver, and two super-runners, churning through the mist in the mountain at breakneck speed and speeding along the road.
Qin Feng sat in the driver's seat, his ears ringing with the sound of cars, his eyes are cold, and he looked at the silver Bugatti in front of him.
Just in Zhou Hong's body, in addition to feeling the sense of the foundation, there is also very cold qi.
That qi is very strange, full of a feeling of gloom.
It was this qi that made Qin Feng frown.
Just at this time.
suddenly… There were countless black bugs crawling, flying and swarming out of Bugattillon's car in front of him. In an instant, Qin Feng's car was enveloped.
