() "There are fires on the mountain, which means there are people on the snow-capped mountains! Only people can light fires!" Zimei said with certainty.
"Could it be caused by wildfire, lightning or other causes?" Principal Wolf asked.
"It's unlikely. If it was a wildfire, it might have set the forest on fire halfway up the mountain. When we looked at the snow-capped mountains during the day, there were basically no trees above halfway up the mountain. So, I was just sure that there must be someone up there, too.
Maybe they heard our gunshots and lit the fire. I guess they might have encountered some trouble."
"Are you so sure?" Principal Wolf asked with a smile.
"Pig manure, although I can't compete with you in many aspects, but in the mountains, you have to trust me, I have more experience than you, understand?" Zimei said to Principal Lang domineeringly.
"Okay, even if you are right, then should we go up and help them now?" Principal Wolf asked.
"Help! Of course, help! Maybe that's my dad up there! Why didn't I think of it just now? Then let's set off immediately! Let's go quickly," Zimei said hurriedly...
"Wait a minute, wait a minute, take your time, don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry." Principal Lang hurriedly stopped Zimei and said, "I just said that and you rushed forward. If the person who lit the fire was a villain, you would be so impulsive."
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"Then what do you want?" Principal Lang called Zimei by her first name in Fenghua Village.) This place is not too far from the river. Think about it, could he be the one who lit the fire?
Companions? If that’s the case, those people on the snow-capped mountains are not a good person, we have to be careful.”
Listening to Principal Lang's analysis, Zimei slowly calmed down, nodded and said, "Okay, I listen to you, what should we do next?"
"Wenwen, look at the movement in the snowy mountains. If the firelights remain motionless, you don't need to tell us. If the firelights move, if they go up the mountain, then let them go. If they go down the mountain, you report them immediately."
"Okay, what about you?" Wenwen rubbed her nose.
"We? Let's go to the tunnel and keep an eye on those wild wolves. Okay, we can't stay here for too long. Let's go, Meizi!"
Zimei might like to hear Principal Wolf call her Meizi, which is at least a hundred times better than the crazy woman!
Listening to Principal Wolf's disgusting tone, Wenwen frowned, but Zimei didn't get angry and followed Principal Wolf into the tunnel obediently.
As soon as we arrived in the tunnel and came to the 'position', we saw that the wild wolf had not come to attack. Principal Wolf turned around and hugged Zimei, pressing him under him. He needed to complete the task he had just unfinished.
It's just that Zimei's interest was greatly reduced by Wenwen's shout just now, and she was wondering if the man in the snow mountain was her father, so she resisted a little, but the wolf principal hugged her tightly, symbolically struggling.
After a few moments, he raised his hands and surrendered.
After a while, the claws reached out to her most secret place. After a few moments, her last thin layer of defense was easily torn off by the man on her body. Only then did she realize that he was serious about it!
This man was as eager as an impatient bull to unbutton his pants.
Suddenly, she felt very panicked. Although she liked Principal Wolf, she really hadn't seriously considered giving her whole life to him. Now that the wolf claws on her body were about to succeed, her head suddenly came to her senses.
, grabbed the paw and said: "Pig shit, you can do that, I let you, I am willing, but if you do that, you have to choose one, me or Sister Alan?"
Principal Wolf, who was in an excited state, suddenly heard this sentence and was a little confused. He didn't know how to answer. The movements of his hands naturally stopped and he tilted his head while thinking about how to answer Zimei's question.
"You must answer. If you choose me tonight, I won't be sad. I will promise you now. But if you still choose Sister Alan, I will definitely cut off your thing and feed it to the dogs. So, you
If you think about it, just if you still think about Sister Alan, you still think about it." Zimei said, already holding the lifeblood of this man in the most secret and precious part of herself as a girl.
Next to him, he was waiting for the owner of that thing to think clearly.
The owner of that thing was really in a dilemma. He had never done such a crazy multiple-choice question.
Under the violent breath, his inner defense began to collapse. Although he liked Alan, he also liked Zimei. He liked both of them. What should he do? He suddenly wanted to cry!