Chapter 180： A match between a bicycle and a different carriage (thanks to Ripley's 233 children's shoes)

The bicycles that roared past, the little girl's silver bell-like laughter and the red-black mage robe fluttering in the wind attracted the passers-by to look at each other, with a look of surprise and a high rate of return.

"What is that? New magic?"

"Maybe, there are only two small wheels that don't fall down? And the speed is fast!"

"Hey, isn't this a wheat boss and a small boss?"

The road people talked about it, and others recognized McGonagall and Amy.

"Father, look at it! There are two wheels in the car and run again!" a little boy on the side of the road shouted at the man who was buying breakfast.

"In the morning, what nonsense, holding, your favorite scallions." The man smiled and touched the boy's head, and he handed him some hot onion cake in his hand, some unbelievable Seeing it, I suddenly stopped, and I held back my eyes and looked at it. I saw a man with a little girl wearing a mage robe riding a two-wheeled thing quickly.

"What is that?" The man was also confused.

"Father, that's so cool, it's faster than our carriage." The little boy looked envious.

"Hey, what is that, old yellow, catching the car, catching up with the person riding the strange things, prove that our carriage is faster!" The man suddenly was not convinced, said to the old man who was driving on the roadside in the carriage. , took the boy to the carriage.

"Good lord." The driver should have a voice, the whip in his hand pumped a horse's buttocks, and the two carriages drove straight forward, and the pedestrians on the road let them go and chased toward McGonagall.

The ugly ducklings rolled around in the basket. Every time they tried to get up, they would be bumped back by the bumps. Finally they chose to give up and stand up in the basket with their eyes closed.

"It’s fun! The bike is really fun!" Amy opened her hands happily. She never took a carriage or a horse from the beginning of her memory. This is the first time I feel the speed outside of my own run. I am very excited about the novelty.

"It's going to be stable." McGonagall was also full of smiles. The bicycles produced by the system did not have to be said. Even if he was riding on his current physical fitness, he would not have to work hard, and he would eat Yangzhou fried rice every day during this time. Meat is still growing, and the strength is still growing.

The streets of Aden Square are covered with twenty centimeters wide and forty centimeters long, and each piece fits perfectly, without even a gap.

It is said that the best craftsmen of the dwarves were laid out one by one. Every day, people patrolled and replaced the broken bluestones. For a hundred years, there was no difference between the upper car and the concrete road. The full suspension frame was more Perfectly remove most of the vibrations.

"Yeah." Amy held out a hand and grabbed the handle. She smiled and said: "Father, they seem to envy me."

"No, I envy me, envy that I have such a cute baby." McGonagall said with a smile.

"No! I envy that I have such a good father!" Amy reached out and hugged McGonagall's waist and giggled.

"Haha! I really caught up! You are running, we are all catching up with you." A bright double-browed carriage rushed from the side, the curtain was pulled open, and one bite of a small onion cake was held in one hand. The little boy poked his head and said something smug.

"The two-wheeled car, how could I run through my carriage, the young master is doing it, we are over them." The coachman was somewhat proud, full of pride in his driving skills and carriage.

The man in the car also has a smile on his face. Although he just wants to show his face in front of his son, he can press someone else in the morning, and his mood is naturally good.

However, Lao Huang does not seem to respect others when he talks. It seems that McGonagall and Amy’s clothes are not very common. Although Amy’s mage’s robe is a bit nondescript, but such a small magician is not common, maybe it’s a small genius. So, he is also prepared to apologize, by the way.

"Father, the child seems to be provoke you." Amy looked back at the little onion cake in the little boy's hand, swallowed her saliva, and turned back.

"That can only let him see the real speed of the bicycle." McGonagall also looked at the driver with a smile on his side. His words were a little provocative, and he was up.

On the pedestrian street, he dared to provoke him to ride a modified bicycle close to the professional-grade car. It seems that the match between the bicycle and the alien carriage is inevitable. The coachman said seriously: "The end point is the entrance to the chaotic school. You will see my car there. Of course, I have already sent the child to the door."

"My father is so handsome!" Amy looked at McGregor's face in the afternoon, patted her hand and turned to look at the driver. "You have to cheer, or your father may have gone home."

"I guarantee my 40 years of driving age, you are absolutely impossible to win me!" The driver said, but I didn't expect Magma to dare to provoke him.

These two horses are the well-being Vickers. They are gentle and very hard-working. They are one of the best horses for the horse-drawn carriage. Goblin uses them to pull ore. The number of foreign sales is limited every year. It is also the master of his family. In order to buy a few horses that are used as horses at home, when you really run, it is faster than many horses that don't pull a horse.

"This person has some meaning." Dix, who was supposed to talk, smiled. As a middle-level official of the city's government, there is a measure of temperament. Naturally, it will not be hostile to McGonagall because of this kind of thing.

However, this Vickma was specially bought by him. In the past few days, one of the horses was better than a friend who was quite proud of it.

Now, listening to McGonagall, Dicks doesn't mind Lao Huang and he is more than one. He wants to see what he has on these two wheels. Is it really so powerful?

McGonagall regained his gaze, his expression became serious, and the sound of a few crispy shifts sounded, his feet slammed, and the bicycle that had already been half the body behind the carriage immediately rushed out, along the early morning pedestrians. The countless streets are flying fast, and the faster they ride, the more gusts of wind whizzing past the pedestrians, and the distance is 100 meters away.

"This...how is this possible!" Raised the old yellow horse that the whip is preparing to pump down, and the stunned look of the bicycle that is about to disappear into sight, the eyes are full of incredible colors.

"Old yellow! Old yellow cheers!" The little boy shouted with excitement. The little hand patted the carriage wall and looked at the bicycle that was far away. The small face was full of anxious expression.

"We have lost." Dix's eyes were also difficult to cover the shocking color. He reached out and touched the boy's head and looked at the corner where McGonagall disappeared. He showed a bit of interest and smiled: "Old yellow, Keep up, go to the chaotic school."