The snow began at two o'clock, and it became heavier and heavier, without stopping at all, until it was dark, and the large snowflakes were still sprinkled on the earth, and everything was wrapped in silver.

There are no pedestrians in sight outside, and the magic capital, which should be lively after nightfall, has become extremely deserted, but there are also some young couples who distribute dog food in the snow and are burned to death by the FFF group...... Ahem.

Today is New Year's Day, the last day of 17 years, but there is such a big snowfall, which seems to be practicing for the upcoming 17 years.

"Let's go, my mom is calling for dinner!" Pan Xiaoyun shouted and went to add some clothes by himself.

"Got it!" Wang Ziying said that she still had two clothes like that.

"Aren't you afraid of the cold when you come like this?" Pan Xiaoyun came out with his clothes on, a pink down jacket on his upper body, a plaid scarf around his neck, and a hat. And the lower body is a pair of black tight warm pants, tightly wrapped around two slender long legs, which makes people infinitely blind.

Wang Zi's reluctant Da Oupai was wrapped in a down jacket, which made her a little indignant, damn winter!

"It's coming...... Alas, why do you wear such a little bit, come in quickly, come in quickly, don't be afraid of the cold. Seeing that Wang Zi only had two thin pieces on her body, Pan's mother hurriedly pulled her into the house, swept the snow on her body, and asked for warmth.

The air conditioner was turned on indoors, it was not cold, and Pan's father and mother were only wearing a set of thermal underwear.

"It's not cold, it's not cold!" Wang Zi said that he was not cold at all, but Pan's father and Pan's mother did not believe it, in their eyes, it is estimated that Wang Zi was cold.

then complained about Pan Xiaoyun, saying that she didn't dress Wang Zi, which made Pan Xiaoyun pout, why don't I let her wear it, obviously she doesn't wear it, the baby is so wronged, but the baby doesn't say.

"It's rare to see such a big snow." Father Pan looked at the news and sighed.

"Is it rare to see it here?" Wang Zi is a little strange, she is in the ravine, and she can see heavy snow covering the mountains every winter.

"Rare!" Pan Xiaoyun nodded and explained Wang Zi's confusion.

"Usually in winter, it stops when there is a little snow, and it is rare to see such a large snow in recent years." Pan's mother stopped what she was doing and looked out the window, under the light, the snowflakes were dancing one after another.

The dinner on New Year's Day was very pleasant at Pan's house, and when she left, Pan's mother put a coat on Wang Zi, afraid that she would be cold, although Wang Zi postponed it in every possible way, after all, Pan's mother was still on her body.

"Wang Zi, let's have a snowball fight!" Outside, Pan Xiaoyun had already made a snowball in his hand, and he looked eager to try.

Hearing this, Wang Zi squinted at Pan Xiaoyun, "Are you sure?" ”

For a moment, Pan Xiaoyun's eager expression paused instantly, stiffly hung on his face, and the movement of holding the snowball in his hand paused.

"Smack~"

A burst of coldness came from his face, cold and cold, making Pan Xiaoyun shiver.

"Okay, you actually attacked me!" Pan Xiaoyun screamed, quickly swept the snow slag off his face, and then threw the snowball in his hand at Wang Zi.

However, it was easily avoided by Wang Zi, and the snowball was empty and smashed into the forest not far away.

"Tut-tut, you can't do it, you can't hit me!" Wang Zi shook his head and sighed, looking a little disappointed.

"Okay, you Wang Zi, you are so arrogant, let me tell you, you're finished!" Pan Xiaoyun believed Wang Zi's excitement, like a fried kitten, bent down to grab the snow from the ground, pinched it into a ball, and smashed it at Wang Zi.

"If you don't hit, you can't hit, you just can't hit." Wang Zi jumped to avoid Pan Xiaoyun's snowball, and at the same time shouted arrogantly, making Pan Xiaoyun's teeth itch, but she couldn't help it.

"The two little beauties are so interested, can you take me one with you to play snowballs?" Suddenly, a discordant voice interjected.

A cool young man dressed up with a smile on his face, the first thing he saw made people think of a bad youth.

Pan Xiaoyun and Wang Zi glanced at each other, and seemed to have an idea in their hearts.

"Yes, yes!" Wang Zi said "happily", his voice was cheerful and pleasant, like a silver bell.

"But I'm on a team with her, and you're on a team, how about it?" Pan Xiaoyun said.

"Yes, no problem!" The young man showed his manhood and patted his chest and said.

"Alright then, how do you get started!"

As soon as the voice fell, a snowball suddenly came out of Wang Zi's hand and flew towards the young man at great speed.

"Smack!"

The handsome face of the bad young man instantly came into close contact with the snowball, although it was not very painful, but the feeling of ice and the snow left on his face made him a little embarrassed.

"You're moving so fast." Although he was smashed, the young man did not get angry, but said with a smile, showing his mind.

As soon as he finished speaking, another snowball smashed over, but he easily avoided it.

This snowball was thrown by Pan Xiaoyun, and there was no skill to speak of.

Although it was a snowball, the young man did not have the slightest intention of pinching the snowball from the ground, and completely let Pan Xiaoyun smash it, he seemed to be very confident in himself.

At most, he threw a snowball at will, but he deliberately threw it off, and he was playing with Pan Xiaoyun, which made Pan Xiaoyun a little embarrassed, and kept pinching the snowball to smash him.

Tsk, this bad young pickle girl is very skilled!

Wang Zi, who watched the play, immediately saw it, although she didn't understand it very well, but the scene in front of her could be seen by a fool.

A snowball quietly formed in her hand, very round and standard.

After putting a pad on his hand, he threw it in an instant, and the snowball shot out like lightning, directly pasting the bad young man's face, and he didn't even have room to react.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a black shadow coming towards him, and before he could make a move, the black shadow was pasted on his face, spreading out on his face, cold and biting, and some loose snow fell into his collar, which made him shiver even more.

Who threw this snowball? The bad young man thought about it slightly, and then targeted Wang Zi, only Wang Zi could throw him here.

I didn't expect these two people to be so insidious, one attracted my attention, and the other waited for an opportunity to sneak attack. The bad young man guessed so, and by the way, he avoided Pan Xiaoyun with a snowball.

He was no longer that casual, and part of his attention was on Wang Zi to prevent her from sneaking up.

"Pak~"

As soon as he finished thinking of a solution, another snowball stuck on his face, and the melted snow was wet, making him look smudged.

it? What's going on? Who threw it? Where did the snowball fly from.

The bad young man felt the coldness on his face and a hint of pain, and looked around in surprise.

But there are no outsiders around here except for the three of them? What the hell is it?