At this moment, Xue An's speed had reached an astonishing one thousand kilometers per hour.
Ordinary people at such high speeds, let alone controlling the motorcycle, would probably be blown away by the strong wind that hit them in the face.
The street lights on both sides of the road had already merged into a single line at this speed.
Yet Xue An leisurely used a strand of his sword energy to hold off the strong wind in front of him, then slightly narrowed his eyes and whispered softly, "Yan'er, are you scared?"
An Yan shook her head and wrapped her arms around Xue An's waist, "Not scared!"
Xue An smiled, "Then hold on tight to me! Watch your husband take you flying!"
Hearing this, An Yan leaned her head against Xue An's back, her heart filled with tranquility.
As long as Xue An was there, she wasn't afraid of anything.
