In the next second, the original 60 km/h speed suddenly soared to 100 km/h, and Yang Yazhi's face instantly turned pale.
Even her lips were pale, and her whole body trembled slightly under the shaking of the car.
There was a big curve not far ahead, and Yang Yazhi saw it and immediately shouted, "Slow down — —"
Luo Qingchen raised her lips and chuckled. She didn't slow down, but turned the steering wheel sharply, and then heard the long and harsh sound of the tires rubbing against the ground.
At this time, the car had reached 120 km/h, and Yang Yazhi directly cried with a trembling voice, "Stop, stop, stop … …"
"Little mom, if we have a car accident at this time, how do you think our family's inheritance will be divided?"
In the quiet mountain forest, Luo Qingchen's voice was as cold as a ghost, and every word shocked Yang Yazhi's heart.
At this speed, almost all of her reason collapsed in an instant.
"I beg you, stop, stop … …"
At this moment, other than begging bitterly, she couldn't say anything else.
Her mind was blank, and she couldn't think at all.
Because at this time, Luo Qingchen's car was getting closer and closer to the cliff at the top of Mount Qiushan.
"Hmm?" She chuckled, and at the moment Yang Yazhi's voice was hoarse, she stepped on the brake.
"Screech — —" The harsh sound of the brakes rang in her ears.
At this time, Yang Yazhi hugged her head with both hands, bent over, and curled up, and her body couldn't stop trembling.
With two clicks, Luo Qingchen opened the car door and said, "How does it feel to have a trip to the gates of hell? Does it feel very exciting? "
Probably because she was in a state of high tension just now, all the cells in Yang Yazhi's body were still, and when she suddenly stopped, her stomach rolled.
"Retch — —"
She immediately opened the car door and vomited.
She didn't know that her legs were soft, and halfway through vomiting, her whole body collapsed on the ground.
"You … … are you crazy?" Yang Yazhi breathed rapidly and said, "If you want to die, don't take me — —"
The winter night of Mount Qiushan was particularly cold, and the cold wind blew on her face, giving people a feeling of death.
"If I want to die, I'll take you with me." Luo Qingchen sneered, "After all, you can't wait to see me die, right?"
In the next second, Yang Yazhi's already pale face became even uglier. Even her lips were trembling uncontrollably.
"What are you talking about … I … I don't understand."
In an instant, the three black cars that were following them entered their field of vision.
The headlights were very bright. At this moment, to Yang Yazhi, it was as if God was emitting a dazzling light.
The fear in her heart instantly dissipated, and her whole person became more and more unyielding.
She took a deep breath and slowly stood up. She looked at Luo Qing Chen with a look of disdain, "You're right, I can't wait for you to die! On what basis? On what basis can you, an illegitimate daughter, get so much property, and I pay the price of my youth, but get so little, on what basis — — "
"Hehe — —" After hearing these words, Luo Qingchen couldn't help but sneer. She narrowed her eyes and said, "It turns out that someone put a gun to your head and made you pay the price of your youth."
Yang Yazhi gritted her teeth. She knew that Luo Qingchen was mocking her, but she didn't care!
Because the other party was about to die, why should she bother with a dead person?
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