Lord Wen's goblin is a full-scale boss

Chapter 167 Big Brother Yao: You Are Not Him After All
Wen Tao's face was cold, his flirtatious phoenix eyes were piercingly cold, and his voice was as cold as water: "As long as they are good-looking men with a little bit of beauty, do you always take the initiative to throw yourself into your arms?"

The lethality brought by this sentence is probably because the smile in Wu Yao's eyes is completely gone.

His eyebrows were like frost, his eyes were like cold pools, and his whole body was extremely cold.

The hand holding the wine glass shook the wine in the glass, she smiled suddenly, and after drinking the wine in the glass, she threw the empty wine glass on the table.

She directly picked up a bottle of wine and drank the whole bottle, and after she finished the bottle, she looked sideways at Wen Tao who was staring at her.

The man in front of her is her husband, the only choice she has had since ancient times.

If she didn't know that he was Wen Tao, how could she tease him again and again and take the initiative to him.

She took the initiative, and she teased him, never because he was Lin Ze, the boss of the fourth game.

Just because he is her chosen husband.

Wen Tao is a fool, she recognized him at a glance, why didn't he recognize her so long?
She had hinted so clearly, did he really not know that Nian Yao was Wu Yao, his wife?

Or, because I didn't care, so I changed my identity, so I really can't recognize it at all?

She suddenly felt sad. For hundreds of years, she would be lonely, but she was never sad.

But at this moment, she felt so uncomfortable that she couldn't express it in a thousand words.

Putting down the empty wine bottle, Wuyao took another bottle to pour himself, knowing that he would not get drunk after a thousand glasses of wine, but he still wanted to get drunk.

Seeing that she would rather drink himself than answer his words, Wen Tao grabbed her hand, "Why, don't want to answer, or don't want to answer?"

His hand is obviously so warm, it is the warmth she has been longing for.

But at this moment, being pulled by him, she couldn't feel the warmth of the past at all, only the bone-piercing cold.

She suddenly wanted to take off the mask in front of him, so that he could take a good look at her face.

It's just that rationality is greater than sensibility, and Wuyao doesn't.

She just looked at him quietly, there was no ups and downs in her eyes, only the coldness penetrating every inch of her bones, she smiled suddenly, and there was only coldness and sadness in her eyes: "Lin Ze, you are a heartless person after all..."

Her voice was so cold that it could freeze people, and it was so cold that people shivered.

She wanted to call him Wen Tao, but she didn't.

He didn't even recognize her, so why should she blew herself up.

Breaking away from Wen Tao's tightly held hand, Wu Wuyao withdrew his gaze from looking at him, and drank the wine in his hand lifelessly.

Looking at Fifth Yao who became lonely and lonely in an instant, lonely and indifferent.

Seeing the suffocating sense of despair and powerlessness shrouded in her body, seeing her transparent sense as if she has seen everything in the world.

As if life and death, the warmth and coldness of human relationships, all these things are just passing clouds in her eyes.

She is so desolate, indifferent, and impersonal, like a high god, within sight but out of reach.

Wen Tao has seen this feeling in her body before, last time it was because of Xu Yizhi, this time it was because of him...

He knew that he had touched her bottom line, and there was a faint pain in the heart, and Wen Tao opened his lips: "Yao..."

Before Wen Tao finished speaking, half of the fan appeared in her hand at some point, and the black fan pointed at him, "Don't talk, I think it hurts if you say one more word."

She suddenly turned her head to look at him, her charming and natural eyes were blood red.

With four eyes facing each other, the fan facing him, Wu Wuyao poured himself bottle after bottle of wine.

She didn't put down the fan facing him until she drank all the wine on the table.

In the past, no matter what she became, he would never admit her mistake.

He can always recognize her ever-changing at a glance...

She smiled, with only sadness and vicissitudes in her eyes, "I was wrong, I thought you were him, but you are not him after all."

　Good afternoon.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)