Shenhao: I'm Really A Big Villain

Don't forget, the master can make you a saint, and can make you roll from this position.

Including your master, whether she can sit firmly in her position depends on the master's mood! "

The atmosphere between the two became solidified.

The originally clear sky was gradually obscured by a thin layer of clouds and mist, the cold wind whistled, and gradually snowflakes began to fall in the air.

Liumu Yingzi stretched out her hand and took a snowflake. She paused for a long time in her palm, but it never melted. She frowned and changed the subject, "Is it a bit abnormal for the snow this season?

Recently, there seem to be reports from Long Kingdom that the off-season snowfall is still widespread, as if it is a sign that something is about to happen. "

Yanaki Sakurako began to change the subject. In fact, Master mentioned this kind of out-of-season snowfall to her.

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon!

In the ancient books of the temple of gods, there are vague records that when evil spirits appeared, there were also disasters that occurred out of season.

However, the more specific records have long been annihilated in the long river of history, and there is only one approximate.

"These are not important. Don't try to test me, and don't try to test the master. If there is anything, just report it to the master directly, or your careful thinking will never succeed!"

After Ishihara Kanna gave an indifferent exhortation, she turned and left.

She saw some of Liu Mu Yingzi's careful thoughts, but she never raised them.

But if you don't point it out, it would be a pity that the saint lady did something stupid one day.

In Sakura, there are very few people who can tell the truth to her.

And Liumu Yingzi is one of them. This is the last reservation she made. If she doesn't know each other, it depends on Liumu Yingzi's choice.

If Liumu Yingzi goes all the way to the dark, then she can only clear the door for the master in advance, and stifle the danger in the cradle.

Ishihara Kanna walked towards the palace, and in just a few minutes' walk, a thin layer of snow had already accumulated on the ground.

Yanaki Sakurako looked at Ishihara Kanna's back, opened her mouth, not knowing what she was muttering, sighed, and stretched out her hand to catch the snowflake.

In the sky, the chaotic snowflakes fell, and the snowflakes became bigger and bigger. Within a few minutes, the red and white tone of Willow Sakurako was covered with a layer of snowflakes.

The cold wind blew, and her figure, under the snowflakes flying all over the sky, was particularly desolate.

...

In the villa on the other side, seeing Lin Youchu who was snowing, he didn't think anything unusual at all.

I didn't know about the weather of the cherry blossoms, but I just thought it was fun, standing behind the door and shouting with joy, "It's snowing, it's snowing! There's a layer in the yard, let's build a snowman! It's been many years since Made a snowman!"

When Su Xiaoxiao and the other women heard the call, they all got up and walked out of the courtyard. Even Qin Lang followed into the snowy field.

He looked up, looked at the weather, and frowned suspiciously.

Should it be snowing in the cherry blossoms this season?

The weather forecast reminded by the mobile phone did not say that there was snow, but it was still such a big snow, and in the blink of an eye, such a thick layer was piled up.

Kind of unusual.

The girls in the yard didn't care about Qin Lang's contemplation, and were busy snowballing.

Lin Youchu rolled a small head, and the bloody mandala rolled an extra-large body.

Superimposed with Lin Youchu's, it is really incongruous.

Mu Yuyan helped the snowman wrap a scarf and installed two red bean eyes.

Su Xiaoxiao ran to the kitchen to get a carrot to install a nose on the snowman, but just as she was about to approach the snowman, a snowball in Lin Youchu's hand instantly hit her calf. come over.

Peng!

Snowballs burst, snowflakes burst,

hissing...

The cold snowflakes went into the boots along the trouser legs. Su Xiaoxiao shivered when it was cold, and subconsciously reached out to take off the boots, wanting to pour the snowflakes out, and the carrots in her hands were inserted into the snowman at will.

When Su Xiaoxiao poured the snowflakes out of his boots and put them on again, he raised his head and complained in Lin Youchu's direction, "Youchu, why didn't you say anything in advance about the snowball fight, you are a shame!"

When it comes to snowball fights, Su Xiaoxiao is very good at it. When he was in the orphanage, the children didn't have to play. When it snows in winter, there must be such a cheap and interesting game.

She also picked up a snowball and smashed it in the direction of Lin Youchu.

Lin Youchu dodged quickly, pointed in the direction of the snowman, and joked with a wicked smile, "Xiao Xiao, you are really a genius, the place where the big nose is installed is too good, right? Not at all. Difference!"

Su Xiaoxiao turned back, glanced at the snowman, watched the carrot sticking at the bottom of the big round snowball, and noticed the gazes of Mu Yuyan and Sister Xue around her, her cheeks blushed in an instant, and she grabbed the two in embarrassment. He squeezed the snow into a snowball, and rushed in the direction of Lin Youchu, "Youchu, don't run! It's all your fault, I won't hit you!"

"Hey! It didn't hit!

Hey~ still didn't hit it!

Hahaha... Xiaoxiao, don't be shy, everyone is their own person, there is no need to hide it, you all know Ang. "Lin Youchu jumped to avoid Su Xiaoxiao's snowball attack.

"Youchu, you!" Su Xiaoxiao angrily accelerated the snowball attack, but Lin Youchu was so flexible that he couldn't hit it.

"Little one, I'll help you!"

Mu Yuyan stood with Su Xiaoxiao decisively and attacked Lin Youchu.

Soon, the whole yard became lively.

Laughter and laughter, one after another.

In this happy atmosphere, Duanmu Lan was the most embarrassed.

Originally, she had already forgotten what happened that night, but Su Xiaoxiao made a stroke and reminded her again.

Looking at Qin Lang looking up at the sky, Duanmu Lan rolled a snowball and said loudly, "I want to play too, bring me one!"

She sneered in her heart as she shouted.

Snowball fight!

It's okay to have some personal feelings mixed in, right?

It's not like stabbing someone with a knife, even Qin Lang, it's impossible for her to be embarrassed by this!

What's more, what happened that night left her a serious psychological shadow. If she didn't vent, she would be suffocated sooner or later.

She followed the army and smashed a few snowballs at Lin Youchu, and then at her disciple Lin Xier, then secretly smashed two solid snowballs and smashed them in Qin Lang's direction. .

Snapped!

The snowball burst on Qin Lang's shoulder.

Excited like a vengeful revenge, in Duanmulan's heart aroused spontaneously.

But she hadn't waited for her second snowball to be thrown.

Whoosh whoosh!

There was a continuous whistling sound swept around, and Duanmu Lan turned back subconsciously.

Peng!

A snowball exploded in her face, and her whole body was mushy.

This snowball was smashed by Mu Yuyan.

Peng!

Another snowball fell on top of her head accurately, dyeing the blue silk into white hair.

This snowball was smashed by Lin Youchu.

Peng!

Another snowball fell on her heart,

This is what Su Xiaoxiao smashed.

Bang bang bang!

Immediately after, the dense snowballs like bullets continuously attacked her from the direction of the girls.

There is nowhere to hide.

The snowballs hit each other at an extremely fast speed, like a stone hitting him. Even Duanmu Lan's muscles twitched in the corners of his mouth.

The physical pain is more than the psychological torment.

Because she saw Disciple, she took the opportunity to throw a snowball at her!

Finally, in the explosion of a bang.

Duanmu Lan slumped on the ground, and was crushed by the big belly of the snowman thrown over by the bloody mandala.

"Bah bah bah!"

Duanmu Lan pulled the carrot out of his mouth, took several sips towards the ground, raised his head, looked at the blood-colored mandala women who shared the same enemy, the voice of grievance was full of tears, "Stop playing, I Can't you stop playing?"