C82 Fish Eye Mix

Faang Xuan didn't have time to pay attention to the thoughts of the passers-by, but the speed of the sports car was getting faster and faster. But no matter how fast it was, it couldn't be faster than a helicopter with wings.

The continuous roaring of the propellers was like a disgusting fly. It could not be swung around beside his ear, and from time to time, a few bullets would shoot out