Sir Ares,Goodnight!

The clerk was a little stunned. "How do you know this cake wasn't my idea?"

He turned back and said excitedly, "tell me quickly, is this cake made by a blind girl?"

The clerk shook his head. "This is what a man taught me to do."

Zhan hanjue's eyes were dark. It turned out that he had made a mistake.

The clerk took the opportunity to sell his cake and said, "Sir, I think you like this cake very much. Why don't you buy one?"

Zhan hanjue looked at the cake in a daze, then nodded, "OK."

The clerk wrapped up the cake for him, and then chanhanjue swiped his card and left with the cake.

The snowflakes falling on Zhan hanjue's elegant hair make his curly bangs stained with frost and add a lot of melancholy and vicissitudes to his noble prince temperament.

His steps, like lead, trudged deep and shallow in the snow. He knew that Guan Xiaohe and fast wind were following him. He didn't want them to see him in such a mess. After crossing several streets with great speed, he succeeded in getting rid of them.

Snowflakes fall one by one.

Zhan hanjue held out his hand, caught flakes of snowflakes, and watched them dissolve in his palm. His heart was sad for no reason.

Zheng Ling is not a snowflake!

She would not disappear in front of his eyes like snow.

He tried to catch the snowflakes and keep them.

Not far away, a young man stopped to look at him.

The young man's eyes fell on the cake in Zhan hanjue's hand. Suddenly, the gorgeous peach blossom eyes were like ice and snow.

This villain doesn't deserve the cake he designed.

He slid a small dart out of his sleeve and shot it at the handle of the cake box.

His shooting skill is really hitting the mark.

After the handle of the cake box was cut open by the dart, the cake fell to the ground and broke into a pile of colorful mashed cheese.

Zhan hanjue raised his hand, looked at the residual handle on his hand, and gently shook the debris off the ground.

Then suddenly turned his head, hawk Falcon's eyes fiercely staring at the boy.

"To die." Zhan hanjue squeezed two words out of his teeth.

The ice and snow in the young peach blossom eyes is even worse, and the fists under the sleeves are unconsciously clenched.

There was a voice without temperature in my mind.

This man is the general of the last world. Killing him can be regarded as revenge for his father.

All of a sudden, the young man drew a melodious arc under his feet. Kick up a pile of snow, sprinkle into the air, lost the eyes of Zhan hanjue.

Zhan hanjue's feet glided on the snow, leaving two deep gullies.

The young man flew up, his fist to the head of Han hanjue.

Zhan hanjue's body curved back to the limit. When his fist was close to his brain, his body quickly turned to the right to avoid the young man's fist.

Then Zhan hanjue, a beautiful carp, straightened up and stood up straight.

The young man took advantage of the victory and chased after him. With a 540 degree spin kick, his body was hanging in the air, and his feet were like a pair of invisible scissors. He was about to clamp Zhan hanjue's neck.

Zhan hanjue's hands nimbly held up the boy's ankles, pushed hard, and the boy's body shocked his whole body like an electric current.

The young man's body is as flexible as a magic snake. Suddenly he bends down and goes through the crotch of Zhan hanjue. The young man's strength is infinite. Zhan hanjue can only take out the same strength to fight against him.

As a result, two pairs of strong bodies are inseparable rolling in the snow.

"Why did you break my cake?" Zhan hanjue asked.

"Because you don't deserve it," he said

Zhan hanjue is angry.

"You want to die."