The Walking Dead

Chapter 165

Accidentally glanced at the blue veins on the governor's forehead, Tasia put away her smile embarrassingly.

If the governor was holding back his anger at the beginning, after her teasing, he is now on the verge of erupting.Disturbing his thoughts was what Tasia originally planned to do, but if it really made him lose his mind, that was not the result she wanted to see.

Tasia coughed twice and cleared her throat: "Uh, well, it's actually pretty good just like this."

Staring at her seemingly restrained and honest appearance, the governor's anger was like being poured a basin of cold water head-on, and he was so angry that he couldn't find an outlet to vent his internal injuries.

He really wanted too much to hang up this woman who was good at pretending to be innocent, and to whip her severely!

Standing on the spot, the governor's lips twitched, he endured and endured, endured and endured, finally he didn't get angry on the spot, and fought them again.

Darryl, who was leaning on the table, looked at the two boredly, and suddenly said leisurely: "Brother-in-law, your spoon is almost broken by you."

"I'm not your brother-in-law, don't mistake relatives!" The Governor's Adam's apple rolled, turned around calmly, put the tea back in the closet naturally, and stood in front of the stove with them behind his back, waiting for the water that was about to boil.

"Tassia and I have established a relationship now. You are her brother-in-law, and of course mine," Darryl, who had already understood it, was not inferior to his girlfriend at all, "Her father admitted it, It doesn't matter whether you object now, anyway, I don't like you."

dad? !Regarding this new member who came out of nowhere, the governor swore that he didn't want to know the details at all!He lowered his eyes and straightened the silver long-handled spoon that he accidentally bent again.

The kettle on the stove made a series of sharp whistling sounds. The governor let out a sigh of relief, turned off the fire, made tea, and made it all in one go.

The clear and bright red tea soup is poured into the exquisite teacup, and the rich and tangy aroma instantly permeates the table.Pushing the cup towards the two of them, the governor smiled politely: "It would be great if there were some freshly baked cookies at this time. I wonder if you need to add some milk to it?"

"No, it's just right like this, and it's not a formal afternoon tea." After returning to prison for so long, she didn't think about anything else, except that she really missed the fine four meals at the governor's house.

Although I don't have breakfast, lunch and dinner with him every day, the governor always finds time to come back for afternoon tea, which is a must every day, and sit with Tasia in the small flowery garden behind the house, drinking tea , Watering the flowers, chatting.

That was the happiest time for the two of them.

Tasia sighed secretly.Some people say that a person who always recalls the past proves that she is getting old, and only the elderly will always look back at the past and be reluctant to part.

Nonsence!She had only just turned her year old, before she was old enough to live off her memories.Tasia sat up straight with high spirits, and was about to lean over to take the teacup in front of her, when Darryl on the side gave her a stare, and she blinked suspiciously.

"handwashing."

Tasia was taken aback, and got up calmly and walked to the sink.

The governor curled his lips, so what he hated most was this rough man. He was obviously a ruffian who wandered around the streets, but he always acted like the best man in front of Tasia.

"Governor," Stevens suddenly opened the door and came in. He was stunned when he saw Tasia who was washing her hands by the sink, then immediately withdrew his mind and said solemnly, "Martinez, there are too many gun holes on his body. , I think I can only save his life for the time being, but the others..." She choked up, as long as the residents of Woodbury saw his miserable condition, they couldn't help but feel pity for the defender of the town man.

The governor lowered his eyes and filled the cup in front of him with black tea, his voice was low and he couldn't hear the emotion: "Let him be relieved, Martinez is a warrior, he doesn't want to spend the rest of his life in bed. "

The thick lips of the black female doctor trembled slightly. She stood in front of the door for a long while, and finally nodded slightly, "Understood, Governor, I will do it now."

After the doctor left, the atmosphere in the room fell into a stagnation again.

After a long time, the Governor spoke slowly: "Tasia, provoke a war between the two sides, and let the prison and the people of Woodbury live under the shroud of fear. Is this what you want?"

Tasia frowned, and before she could speak, Darryl said coldly, "If you hadn't captured our people, we wouldn't have brought people into Woodbury at all. It was you who started the war." I, now want to shift the responsibility to a woman, this is too ridiculous!"

"Woodbury accepted you with open arms, but instead of being ungrateful, you stole the town's spare supplies and defected overnight." The governor stood up proudly, looking at the two with burning eyes.

He is not the one who loses others, never has been!It was them who betrayed his trust and trampled on his sincerity wantonly.

"If you hadn't left here, the things that happened today would not have happened. Do you think that if you control my daughter, you can escape punishment? It's too naive!"

On the side of the couch, how can you allow others to snore.

Even if all these people left intact today, he would not allow them to gain a firm foothold in the prison near Nunez.

There is still a long way to go, even this time for Petunia, he has to give up the momentary gains and losses. One day, they will pay the price for provoking him today!

Darryl, who had been standing aside, silently picked up the carbine leaning against the table, and silently stood beside Tasia.

"How do you want to punish us, gather the troops, and then lead the troops to attack the prison? Or do you want to capture a truckload of zombies, smash through the barbed wire, and drive them into our base?" Tasia stared fixedly at the governor. , without a hint of a smile in his eyes, standing in the middle of the living room with a thin and petite body with a straight back, holding a clean white towel in his wet hands.

Looking at the governor's complex and indiscernible expression, for some reason, Tasia suddenly felt a little disappointed.

These methods were all used by Philip on his opponents in that TV series.She didn't know where this unspeakable emotion came from, and she didn't even know if she had longed in her heart to be able to talk, laugh and argue with her in the hot afternoon sun. The man who watched how unacceptable Milton's nagging is, one day, can coexist peacefully and relive the intoxicating leisure time together.

It's a pity, once again, even if he didn't kill his beloved daughter on the day he left, Philip was still the selfish governor who tried to override the law, turned black and white, and ignored the dignity and lives of others .

Nothing has changed.

Tasia was very disappointed, so disappointed that she didn't want to continue to pretend the false warmth in front of her.If this is the ending set by the governor, she will accept it calmly, but until the end, no one knows who will die.

However, the only thing Tasia is sure of is that the party that loses will definitely not have her figure!

She stared fixedly at the governor, he did not avoid her gaze, but looked back calmly.

Tasia wiped each of her fingers heavily with the towel in her hand, as if she was erasing every frame of memory in the past, and a cold chill gradually emerged with her movements.

Seeing the sarcasm on Tasia's lips, the governor's eyes became more and more serious.

Maybe this is the real her, the Tasia behind the mask.In the past, those simple dependence, coquettish coquettishness, and wholehearted admiration and admiration for herself were all fake.

Such Tasia was like a drawn weapon, not the lost and recovered relative he was familiar with, let alone his younger sister of Philip Blake!

Hot steam rose slowly from the black tea that occupied three positions on the table, just like three people standing on opposite sides, refusing to give in.

The little zombie tightly bound to the high-backed teak chair was among them, still struggling without knowing it, with howls and clinking chains.