Meaning of Disaster (7)

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The snow is getting heavier and heavier. On the mountain, Xinlu was completely defeated, and she had no chance of winning in the face of the scheme. The godless eyes, looking up at the sky in the forest, the pine needles are shining, the sky is full of snowflakes, like a romantic encounter, the forest is exposed, but the conspiracy becomes a conspiracy, so that Xin Lu can only sigh in vain. She sighed deeply and dejectedly, squinting her eyes and looking up at the sky, physically and mentally exhausted. In the dark, the whole world seemed to be spinning, dizzy, and could feel that in the blurred shadows, fluttering and swaying, like afterimages in the wind, like ghostly phantoms, startled Xinlu back to reality.

In the snow, a sneer pierced Xin Lu.

Zhang Yun'er suddenly pulled open her backpack and took out her camera. When Xin Lu saw it, she was speechless in surprise, and her eyes had already become unblinking in shock. In the distance, Peng Tan was the same, and his fire-breathing eyes were even more terrifying. Unexpectedly, Zhang Yun'er smiled shallowly, then took out the camera memory card and handed it to Xin Lu. Taking the memory card, Xin Lu's hands trembled, and the card stored the conspiracy, as well as the dirty photos of Ji Momo and Wen Xin. Xin Lu can imagine that the photos inside will definitely be lingering passion, wind and snow. Thinking of those, Xin Lu was inexplicably depressed, and tears flowed out of her eyes for some time. Everything is deeply engraved in Peng Tan's eyes, and the scene, like a projector, is constantly playing over and over again, like a carving knife, scratching in his heart, and drop by drop of blood is slowly falling. Although he knew that it was all a ploy and a conspiracy, Peng Tan thought of Ji Momo and Wen Xin, which made him hot-headed, and the surging blood rushed straight to his brain, making him more and more impatient and more and more difficult to control. Finally, Peng Tan couldn't bear it anymore, he roared wildly, kicked his right leg the pine tree, the huge impact force broke through the barrier of the pine tree, and countless snow fell suddenly, all crashing into Peng Tan's body, scattered all over the ground. Peng Tan's eyes were red like bloody eyes, he clenched his fists, and rushed to the temple with all his strength.

All the way, all the way to ask yourself: "Why is this happening, why is this happening." Ji Momo and Wen Xin, Ji Mo Mo and Wen Xin, no, it can't be. Even if it's a conspiracy, I won't believe it, it's true. "At the end, there was another roar, echoes echoing in the mountains, and the sound reached the ears. Xin Lu frowned, looked at Zhang Yun'er, and asked in a daze, "Could it be that Peng Tan's loss of control is what you expect to see, right?"

Zhang Yun'er sneered: "Not bad. We just have to take advantage of Pentan's impulsive stupidity, so that our plan can be carried out as we wish. Perhaps, the woman in Wenxin also took a fancy to this. As long as we can make good use of it, Pentan is a pawn at the mercy of others.

When Xin Lu heard this, she was stunned and shocked, she looked at Zhang Yun'er's handsome face like jade, that posture like a willow, it was hard to imagine that she was also vicious and insidious. Xin Lu clenched the memory card and stared at Peng Tan's disappearing back, and could see that the back, which was extremely fast, had disappeared into the forest in a short moment. This scene made Xin Lu's stubborn stinky temper surge, and she glared back at the other party and questioned Zhang Yun'er.

"I think you should know what kind of interests are hidden in this conspiracy in order to put an end to it completely. I still don't understand that you are targeting the Nanhua Group and myself just for honor and interests? But I still want to ask, what exactly do Peng Tan and Wen Xin have to do with our Nanhua Group? Is your deliberate exposure as simple as provoking Peng Tan? No, no, you will not be so stupid, and there must be a reason for such a thankless task. (To be continued.) )