Lord Wen's goblin is a full-scale boss

Chapter 120 Migrant workers, the soul of migrant workers, and migrant workers are all masters

Hearing this, Ningxi was terrified.

She stared at Wuyao in disbelief, and it took her a long time to find herself, "I thought that...it was just a legend..."

I accepted this fact in my heart, but it still felt unreal.

Isn't that a fairy tale, isn't it a legend handed down in the world?

How could such a place really, really exist!

Looking at the environment she was in again, Ning Xi knew that even if she couldn't accept it for a while, everything that happened in front of her eyes was too real.

It's so real that it doesn't feel fake at all, she knows it's true.

With thin white fingers, he smoked a cigarette and sniffed it lightly. Wu Yao's voice was as graceful as water: "Little thing, you have to remember one sentence: To become a legend requires a prerequisite."

As for what this premise is, of course it has actually existed.

Or, if such a thing really happened, it will become a legend.

Ningxi still couldn't calm down at this moment, she stared straight at Wuyao, with too many doubts in her heart.

In her perception, Fifth Yao was the one who helped her resolve the crisis in the dessert shop, and was the rumored little wife of Lord Wen...

But she never imagined that Wuyao would become the owner of the legendary fifth shop with just one switch?

This bizarre, but beautiful place like a fairyland is actually the fifth shop in the legend?
Fifth Yao twisted the cigarette with her slender white fingers, "Here, I can satisfy all your requirements."

The cigarette in her hand is different from ordinary cigarettes. It is completely white, and even the cigarette core inside the wrapping paper is also white.

She just lit it, did not take a puff, but put the cigarette in the purple jade cup at hand.

Under the smog, Wu Yao's alluring face became more and more hazy.

It is clearly in front of my eyes, but Ningxi always feels as if it is separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, as if it is separated by a long river of centuries.

Ningxi hesitated, and walked slowly towards Fifth Yao, "What is the price?"

She had heard that there was a price to be paid for cooperating with the fifth store.

Hearing this, Fifth Yao lightly raised his eyelids, and looked at Ningxi with misty eyes, "The price depends on your request."

Sitting on the chair, Ningxi and Wuyao faced each other, their eyes fell on Wuyao's slender fingers, Ningxi tentatively said: "Even if my request is that my grandma, who is in a vegetable state, wake up and move freely? "

The mist flowed, lips curled into a chuckle, and Wu Yao spoke softly, with a charming voice: "As long as you are willing, everything can be as you wish."

Ningxi was moved, but she didn't lose her vigilance because of the excitement, "Are you the owner of the fifth store?"

"No." Wu Wuyao looked at Ning Xi with her chin in her hands, and said in a charming and enchanting voice, "A beater among all living beings."

For some reason, after listening to Wuyao's answer, Ningxi popped up such a sentence in her mind: migrant workers, migrant souls, and migrant workers are all masters!

After watching Wu Wuyao, Ning Xi felt that she was inexplicably inconsistent with her status as a migrant worker.

"Compared to working as a worker, I think you are more like a boss." Refuting Fifth Yao's words, Ning Xi stared at her thin white hands fascinated, "Answer me, if you do what I just said for me Request, what price do I have to pay?"

Ningxi is full of hand control, Wuyao's hands, she likes them so much.

I can't wait to chop it off and take it back, and put it in a glass bottle for a daily reward!
Playing with the folding fan in his hand with his slender fingers, Fifth Young covered his face with the dead fan, and smiled gracefully: "I want your warm heart."

Ning Xi frowned, with a puzzled look on her face: "A passionate heart? For example..."

"Do you really want to listen?"

"listen."

Putting away his carelessness, Fifth Yao looked cold and serious: "I want my enthusiasm for your motorcycle!"

　Good night.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)