Lord Wen's goblin is a full-scale boss

Chapter 259 Myth W in the racing world, the all-powerful god

Fifth Yao's driving skills are really good, driving Wen Tao on the asphalt road in the only sports car in the world.

Wherever it passed, a gust of wind swept away, and the fallen leaves flew across the ground as the car passed by.

The speed is not the point, nor is the superb driving skills.

The only sports car in the world is the focus of attention.

Some netizens uploaded a video of a sports car passing by on the Internet, just as Wen Tao thought, it will become a hot search.

Half an hour after the video was uploaded, it immediately climbed to the top of Weibo's trending searches with lightning speed, directly occupying the top of the trending list.

"My giao, this sports car seems to be specially built by DW for the founder of DW sports car, it is the only one in the world!"

"In my lifetime, I can actually see the DW sports car being driven in the imperial capital."

"Driving this one-of-a-kind sports car in the world, or as a collection of commemorative sports cars, is this a plot in a novel by Mr. Mary Su Ba, who is the boss racing for his little wife?"

"Is this a real version of the novel's plot? The tyrant's little wife is running away, and the tyrant's luxury car is chasing after his wife?"

"You pay attention to the car, and I pay attention to the driving skills of the driver. Tsk tsk, if this is not a big car god, I don't believe it!"

"Yes, compared to the car, the driver's driving skills are really the most admirable. Without a little real material, he would not dare to drive in such a tyrannical way. This is a desperate rhythm. "

"This short video fills up many of my unimaginable novel scenes, and the pictures are full of sense."

"Watching this video, I was inexplicably reminded of the myth W in the racing industry. When she swept the entire racing industry back then, she was so heroic and swept away thousands of troops."

"Giao! The W at that time was the pinnacle of the entire racing industry. How many racers are the gods in their hearts, how many competitors are far behind, and the existence that turns pale when they hear about it."

"It's a pity that such a god has only been in the racing industry for three years before disappearing without a trace."

"Knowing that the person in the sports car will not be W, but I still selfishly consider her to be W. Only W can have such a superb and pinnacle of driving skills."

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The top of Jingshan.

The sports car parked on the lush green grass, Wu Yao opened the door and got out of the car.

After taking off the helmet, it slanted down like a waterfall of blue silk, and slid down the shoulders, soft and silky, glowing charmingly under the golden sunset.

Putting the helmet on the roof of the car, Fifth Yao leaned on the sports car and lit a cigarette.

Smoking a cigarette, admiring the afterglow of the setting sun, watching the whole sky be dyed orange red, the light is dazzling.

The breeze is rippling, and the top of Jingshan Mountain in autumn is slightly cool.

Driving from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain takes at least an hour at a normal speed, and it takes 10 minutes to reach the summit on Wuyao.

Looking at the large expanse of orange-red sky, Wu Wuyao had a full view of the imperial capital.

Breathing out white smoke rings, he asked lazily, "Sir, how is my car?"

Her sports car driving skills are really unrecognizable, she takes second place, no one dares to presumptuously take first place.

The wind was strong on the mountain, Wen Tao got out of the car, and the wind blew through his delicate body, making him feel cool.

Before the person opened his mouth, he was already coughing.

Covering his mouth with a white handkerchief, he stood beside the sports car with lowered eyebrows.

Even if it's a cough, it's extraordinarily beautiful, extremely pleasing to the eye, and extremely gentle as jade.

Coughing anxiously, the corners of Wen Tao's brows and eyes turned slightly red, as if rouge had been smeared on him.

Against the background of the orange-red sunset, the tear mole under the eyes became dazzling and shining.

Hearing the sound of coughing, Wuyao crushed the cigarette in his hand into ashes, bent over and took the windbreaker from the back seat of the car, and went around to Wen Tao's side.

Domineering and gentle, he put the windbreaker on Wen Tao's body, Wu Yao leaned close to him, and breathed out He Lan against his ear.

"Sir, your body is so poor, how can you let me give birth to a son and a half for you?"

After the provocative words fell, Wu Wuyao gently pushed Wen Tao, pushing him between the sports cars.

She leaned against him, her lips curled up like blood, "This place is so beautiful, it's so suitable..."

(End of this chapter)