Killer at the age of 12: Lying and laughing among peach blossoms

Feng Lingyan shook his hand, and a snowball flew over.

With a puff, it landed on the tall and thin snowman's head.

The snowball she threw used her inner strength, fully expecting to throw the snowman who looked shaky to the ground.

Unexpectedly, the snowman was still standing there very firmly, as if it had taken root.

Instead, her snowballs scattered. [

Feng Lingyan was a little puzzled, stepped forward to take a look, and touched it again.

With this touch, another black line slid down the forehead.

For the snowman that Gong Yanmo built, all the snow had condensed into one, frozen together with the ground like a solid ice lump.

Don't talk about throwing snowballs, even if you hit them with a stick, you may not be able to make a hole...

"Little rabbit, even if you push me, you may not be able to push down my snowman."

Gong Yan Mojun had a smug smile on his face.

Feng Lingyan rubbed between her eyebrows: "Fanxiang, whose snowman we are comparing is more beautiful than someone else's. You are like a rolling pin. You are so ugly!"

Hum, the snowman is still fat and cute.

He looks like he is malnourished.

Gong Yanmo looked at his own, and then at hers.

It seems—it seems that hers looks a little better...

Just a little bit.

He had never been defeated in a battle in his life, so naturally he refused to admit it at this time.

With a wave of the sleeve, a gust of wind blew out, and the snowman in the wind and smoke was torn apart again, making it look ugly.

Feng Lingyan stared at him dumbfounded: "Gong Yanmo, what are you doing?!"

Gong Yanmo smiled faintly: "It's still my beauty, you are out of shape..."

Feng Lingyan was so angry that he wanted to bite him: "You blow me away, of course it's not in shape!"

Gong Yanmo looked innocent: "A snowman who is not afraid of blowing snow is a good snowman. You are so good!"