Hai Lao walked into the bluestone paved street, looking at the mottled wooden walls and blue glazed tiles, as if returning to the Republic of China era, the era of gunfire and gunsmoke......

The black Honda SUV drove wildly, speeding, and galloped all the way towards Hailuogou Forest Park. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info In the car, the man in black was on the phone, reporting the trip. On the other side of the phone, Wu Baobao gave orders, determined the tracking target, and asked to take necessary extraordinary measures when necessary. In short, it must be ensured that Wenxin Pengtan and Wenxin cannot get out of control.

The dark war is on the verge of breaking out.

Ji silently walked into the country inn indignantly, and a few steps away, Peng Tan and Wen Xin were in the depths of the inn, gazing affectionately. The delicacies at the table, the two of them, the love in their eyes, are all sweetly offered.

In a flash, Ji silently walked into the hotel room, slammed the door, and looked angry.

Peng Tan and Wen Xin left the hotel, and the two accompanied them intimately and got into the sports car. In a few moments, the sports car drove away from the hotel, drove into the machine farming road, and drove towards Hailuogou Forest Park.

Xin Lu stood outside the house, looking at the scenery of the ancient town, on the bluestone tiles, wisps of mist steaming, like a fairyland, like a paradise. Looking at it, Xin Lu's tears fell on the bluestone slab, and the little boy was stunned. Facing loneliness and facing an unknown environment, Xin Lu instantly felt how much she needed someone who knew how to take care of her. That wooden Ji is silent, recognizable in doing things, doesn't know how to be flexible, and always makes herself angry, suddenly disappearing in front of her eyes at this moment, which makes her unable to adapt. Looking at the little boy, she led him again into the slate house. The room was warm and warm, watching the little boy playing with the Yi uncle, seeing the Yi aunt busy cooking, watching the old woman embroidering cloth shoes, and having a lot of family fun, which made her feel that her happiness was only a continuation of loneliness. She sat sullenly on a low stool, looking at everything in the room, everything was simple and simple, but it was able to hold joyful happiness, and she was just a gorgeous appearance and a rich life. This unfamiliar environment made her feel that she didn't need money or power, and what she needed was someone who could give her happiness. She lay in front of the window of the stone house again, looking at the purity and mystery of the Gongga Snow Mountain in the distance, which made her heart yearn for it.

Ji silently walked to the window of the hotel, pushed open the window, and looked at the mystery of Gongga Snow Mountain in the distance, the tranquility made him angry, and his mood slowly stabilized. Standing in front of the window on the second floor, looking at the hazy low-rise buildings in the night, the kind of looming. Under the cover of the night, occasional tourists and Yi people walked through the bluestone path in front of the hotel, strangers, sneakers, stalkers, dangerous people, like movie films, flashed in front of him one after another, he seemed to see danger, the mad dog of the Hong Kong Dragon Gang was chasing after him, trying to catch Xin Lu. Xin Lu fled in embarrassment, ran away, ran, and finally reached a dead end, forcing Xin Lu to look desperate. Those mad dogs of the Dragon Gang, smiling and wicked, slowly walked up, ready to catch Xin Lu. At this time, Ji silently appeared in the sky, like a savior hero, and lifted the crisis.

Emotionally stable, he thought of the quarrel again, Xin Lu's slightly crying roar: "You guys, you all like to control me, I don't need to control, I don't need to ......" Calm down and ponder again, he inadvertently violated Xin Lu's taboo and her sadness. Moreover, before leaving, Uncle Mo emphasized that he should protect Xinlu's safety. But now, the two are in conflict, and no one pays attention to anyone, which has to be said to be a dereliction of duty. (To be continued.) )