Chapter 247: Conspiracy and Love: Shura of the Region
Dongfang Yanye, she should have you in her heart. Even if she has lost her memory, you still take root deep in her heart. No matter how hard I try, I can't be as good as you. I have the deepest love for her. For ten years, I have worked hard.
Waiting for her forever, and you, hahaha..., captured her heart in just a few months. Why, why?
"Ah...!" Mu Zehan suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes flashed with cold light, and veins popped up on his forehead. He clenched his fists and hit the apple tree trunk hard.
There was a loud "bang", and in an instant, his hands were covered with bright red, and drops of blood slowly flowed down the dry bark ravine, spreading to the crooked handwriting and seeping into it.
Then, blood-red fonts appeared one after another.
When he turned around again, it was already a different scene
His face was gloomy and cold, his narrow phoenix eyes were deep and dangerous, and the corner of his sexy mouth evoked a bloodthirsty sneer. His whole body exuded an evil aura, like a Shura from hell.
I saw him turning around without any hesitation and striding out of the apple orchard in his memory.
Once here, there was a girl who awakened his cold, sleeping heart, and now it was that girl who pushed him into the abyss and turned him into a bloodthirsty Satan.
Sure enough, women in this world can't believe it! I actually forgot my mother's dying instructions: From today on, women are just dolls in my eyes!
Just when Mu Zehan walked out of the white wooden fence, he heard a "boom" and the apple tree split into two parts and fell straight to the ground.
The sky seemed to be possessed, with lightning jumping among the clouds, waving a giant ax with cold light, thunderous wind roaring on the horizon, heavy breathing coming from the apple orchard, and darkness and choking followed.
The dust and dead branches and leaves are flying all over the sky
After a while, heavy rain poured down, and the slanting wind chopped the raindrops into pieces. The light rain and mist covered the entire garden. The red light reflected by the black clouds in the apple orchard was like the blood flowing from its wounds. The blood on the trunk of the apple tree was gradually diluted by the crazy rain column.
, blended into the land exuding the fragrance of earth, and also washed away that memory, the fleeting time at that time
Su Zhuoer jogged all the way back to the Higher Education Department. The rain had soaked part of her clothes. When she saw a pavilion in front of her, she ran in without hesitation.