Qin Zong's handsome and incomparable face did not see a very obvious look of displeasure.

It's just that the breath emanating from the man's body is extremely dangerous and makes people's hearts palpitate.

The eyes of the people who eat melons widened: this is ...... The rhythm of the Shura field!

Yan Tao slowly grabbed the man's little finger, and the eyebrows on his handsome little face were deflated, with a slightly distressed look.

"I ......"

When the words came to his lips, there was no follow-up.

Qin Ye chuckled.

The laughter passed by like a cloud.

The cold air poured out along the man's fingertips, and in an instant, everything was frozen.

The people who ate melons looked at the young ice sculpture sitting in the pavilion, which seemed to be as beautiful and clear as jade, and they were so frightened that their hairs exploded.

Ying'er, who was close at hand, screamed in surprise, got up from her seat in shock, slipped her feet, and fell to the ground alive.

It's not that I'm scared.

Instead, the ground of the entire Marshal's Mansion was frozen.

Qin Zong withdrew his hand expressionlessly and stood up.

"Butler, please take me down."

The butler wiped the sweat on his head, and couldn't help but look at the marshal who had become an ice sculpture, and the groundhog screamed in his heart.

Ahhh

Marshal, where did you get the ice god back?!

This strength is simply appalling.

Qin Zong saw that the housekeeper hadn't moved for a long time, and raised his eyebrows with a smile, "What, you want to try it too?" ”

The housekeeper waved his hand frantically and shook his head, forcing himself to show a standard smile, "Mr. Qin, please come here." ”

The man's long legs moved, his eyebrows were raised, and he didn't even glance at the ice sculpture Young Master Yan, and turned around and left carelessly.

As the man left, there were also large snowflakes fluttering down.

The pure white snow flew between the heavens and the earth, and the handsome and noble man walked in the snow.

Like, colder than snow.

The melon-eating generals crossed their arms and shivered in the goose feather snow.

Chibul was about to speak, when he sneezed and struck out viciously.

Squirted the fat song across from him in the face.

Ode to the ......!!!

The people in the courtyard hugged their arms full of goosebumps, didn't dare to say a word, turned around and ran away.

Holy.

This Mr. Qin, he didn't look like a good stubble just now.

Looking at it now, it's clearly murderous!!

Angry, even the marshal dared to freeze.

They are all small shrimps that eat melons, and they dare not provoke them.

……

"Ahh

"Ahh

In this mild climate, heavy snow or something is rare.

Young Master Yan hugged the quilt and shivered, wrapping himself into a fat dumpling.

One after another, they sneezed out, and their white noses turned red into carrots.

She covered her nose, and her beautiful peach blossom eyes were covered with mist, pitifully like a little rabbit.

Xiao Qi slowly floated in mid-air, his fleshy little short legs swaying leisurely, and his tone was full of sympathy: "The master is so pitiful~"

It's just that there is no sympathy in that look.

Instead, with a little smile.

Gloating, hey laughed like a little hamster.

“……！！！”

The boy's brow furrowed, and he reached for the guy with lightning speed, and when he looked up, he sneezed again.

And Xiao Qi had already cleverly hid in the six-style plate.

She was pinching her nose in frustration, and there was a commotion outside the window.

Young Master Yan turned his head to look over.

In the courtyard, the snow had already piled up to the calves.

A group of people were gathered around, using mental power and the Force, to pile up a large tiger that was two stories tall in the courtyard.

It was piled up against the appearance of the first snow.

With graceful steps, Hatsuyuki was circling the snow tiger, which was several times larger than herself, as if she was patrolling.