No. 1918 Eighteen-Year-Old Z

As the voice came out.

The car window rolled down automatically.

The black people had no way to leave.

After all, the only way was blocked by the other party!

They could only turn their heads and look at the Lamborghini.

The dark black car window rolled down.

A young man with black hair and a few strands of silver-gray hair stretched out his arm. There was a black ring on his slender fingers, and his mouth was half curved, handsome and evil.

The most eye-catching thing was the teardrop mole on the corner of her eye.

Others' eyes were all black.

But hers was black with red.

There was a Buddhist beauty for no reason.

This was Bo Jiu's real 18 years old.

She was obviously a girl, but it was a mess to tell whether she was male or female.

This didn't seem to have much to do with her hairstyle.

It was the temperament that this person exuded as a whole.

In fact, the power of black people is very famous in this area.

Many roads are circulated by them.

This old city area gathers all the people you can imagine.

Thief, liar, fraudster.

Each one is very difficult to deal with.

After all, these things are also about craftsmanship.

Black people like to stick together and have excellent voices, which is related to their bloodline.

Don't think that they are all good, or think that they are all bad.

This is related to historical issues.

Musical talent and fighting talent go hand in hand.

The first three people living here,

thieves, liars, fraudsters, generally take a detour when they see black people.

But the one who makes black people take a detour... is the person in front of him.

"The weather is really nice." Bo Jiu raised his head casually and looked at the dark night sky.

If someone saw this scene, they would definitely think it was a classic.

Fifth Avenue, night just arrived.

A young man with a graceful figure raised his thin lips.

It seems that there is wind moving.

This is Z's eighteen years old.

She does her own thing, unscrupulous, and extremely mysterious.

Probably because no one controls her or spoils her anymore.

So, even her eyes no longer have the light of childhood.

Instead, they are a little dark.

Although she was smiling, it was easy to remind people of the devil in the comics.

The blacks couldn't leave, and they were all blocked by her in the corner. Although she meant to be friendly, you should tell me, it's dark, how do you know the weather is good!

However, this is all daily.

The blacks know that when dealing with someone, they must remain calm.

As expected.

Bo Jiu felt it was boring, turned the steering wheel, swung the tail very beautifully, and drove into the bustling street.

The blacks were relieved, really... since this guy moved in, they can't pretend to be big guys!

"The route has been revised, master, where are we going today?"

The system fluctuated with layers of ripples.

It was the smart black, but at this time, because it was influenced by its master,

its voice was still evil and deep, and it didn't sound decent.

Bo Jiu rolled up her hair with one hand: "It's still early, the nightlife has just begun, just take a walk."

"Ok." Smart Xiao Hei automatically turned on the music, accelerated the car and soon left the car in front of it behind.

Bo Jiu tilted his eyes and smiled lightly: "Call up the information of today's prey."

"Yes, my handsome master."

With a swish.

The 3D screen changed from a route map to a picture.

Xiao Hei's voice was very slow, as if it was in line with the music: "Smith, 57 years old..."