Mafia Don And His 7 Sisters by Bryson Salazar

Chapter 63 Yellow-Eyebrow Immortal

“Ah ah ah!”

The whole Skyline Mountain echoed with Zara Remar’s excited screams.

She sat on John’s bike. It was really like sitting on a rocket. She could rush up any steep slope with no difficulty.

And the most amazing thing was that Zara Remar could not feel any turbulence even though there were so many stones on the ground and they were riding so fast.

Mr. Lopez was indeed an experienced driver with superb driving skills, which was just too outstanding.

Zara Remar was elated.

In a twinkling of an eye, they had come to the hillside, where there was a parking lot. Many luxury cars had already parked there, and there were more and more people.

They all came to listen to the Yellow-Eyebrow Immortal chanting scriptures with a pious heart.

John stopped his bike.

Many pedestrians turned their heads and looked at them.

This young man was indeed strong. This was a very steep mountain, yet he actually rode a bike up here. The key was that there was a girl behind.

Were young people working so hard to please their girlfriends nowadays?

Well, they gotta say, it’s never been a bad thing to be young!

Although Zara Remar hadn’t had enough fun, but she still had her responsibility. The second half of the mountain road was guarded and everyone was required to walk to show his respect for the immortal.

So Zara Remar had to get out of the bike and tidy up her messy hair. There was still a trace of excitement on her face.

The two waited for a long time before Jonathan Sinclaire’s Audi SUV reached the parking lot halfway up the mountain.

After getting off the bus.

The three men looked at John as if they were looking at a monster.

They just observed everything helplessly. John, carrying Zara Remar, left their Audi SUV far behind within a few seconds. It was totally ridiculous.

over and took Zara Remar’s hand and asked, “Zara, how did you feel just

like taking a roller coaster, but

Zara Remar said, still thinking about what had happened

envious and said, “I really

Lopez can only take me today.

are you still my best

looked at Zara Remar with deep hatred, and then stretched out her hand to scratch her waist and legs. The

Can you lend me your bike for

brother Jonathan Sinclaire was not a good guy, he was still a kind boy, so John

but I want to remind

“Well, thank you, sir.”

so excited that he rode on the bike, but he kicked left and right and even if he had

was so ordinary that he could see

It’s amazing!

know who was

countless times, but finally he had to give up. He really

like John did

a magic tool. It can only work

it was

saw this scene, their admiration

Lopez

it looked like these

Dang!

moment, a sound of copper bells ringing on the top of

the top of the mountain and said, “The

us to listen,

anyway, so I’ll go and have a

but a cold, imperceptible feeling flashed in

face, but all the other three had it, which meant

to see who the

crowd, John went up

of

a

thin old man in a Taoist robe sitting in the room, with his eyes closed,