As the wind and snow became more and more powerful, the group below began to be a little unable to sit still.

The first to speak was Mr. Song, who had never been very interested in Wan Jiatang, so he didn't discuss a word with others, so he shouted directly at Wan Jiatang, who was still floating in the air, "Are you crazy?" Can't you see us freezing underneath? Or is it part of your plan? ”

"It's part of my plan, but it's obviously not what you think."

Wan Jiatang gently floated between them, she was not angry at Mr. Song's 'rude performance', but looked around at a few men standing around her and said, "I have a pretty good news to share with you, if you are willing to listen." ”

"Artificially creating a snowstorm can also be called 'discovery'? Okay, then I'd like to see what else you can do. ”

Mr. Song not only did not express his gratitude to Wan Jiatang for his tolerance, but he also had to continue to question the other party in a tone that was enough to cause displeasure.

That's pretty excessive.

Sure enough, Wan Jiatang, who heard these words, finally made a move.

I saw that under the premise that others could not perceive, she slapped Mr. Song with her backhand, and flew Mr. Song out of a distance of at least ten or twenty meters, making him fall in the snow with his back facing the sky in the posture of 'dog gnawing'.

"If you can't speak, it's better to just shut up, no one will care if you're dumb or not."

Wan Jiatang's momentum of speaking now is different from before. There was not only a certain contempt between the words, but also a hint of threat.

In fact, after she made a move, Yu Siqi had already vaguely felt some anger from her. Not to mention her words, it was obviously like reminding the other party that she was really a little 'angry'.

Mr. Song, who was slapped for no reason, naturally couldn't easily put down his posture and choose to compromise.

He wasn't that kind of person, Yu Siqi knew that very well.

Just a few dozen seconds after the incident, he quickly got up from the ground, directly ripped off the plaster and bandages on his hands, and launched an attack on Wan Jiatang with a very angry attitude.

Although ignoring warnings is very much in line with his own style, it is clear to everyone that he is 'killing himself' by doing so.

Just when Siqi thought that a scene of 'mayflies shaking trees' was about to be staged, Father An rushed out and intercepted the menacing Mr. Song directly on the way.

"Just as I expected, Father. You've been with her for a long time. ”

Mr. Song, whose path was blocked, looked at Father An with an expressionless face, and his eyes contained a little madness.

"Either you have something wrong with your brain, or I misheard it. To be honest, I'm more inclined to the latter. ”

Father An's practice of preferring to suffer a little loss still surprised Yu Siqi a little.

You know, in his memory, Father Priest and Mr. Song were never 'friends'.

"Hmph, you think that's going to make me feel better?"

Mr. Song licked the blood on the corner of his mouth with his tongue and asked.

"Of course, I can see that you are indeed beaten. But I also saw the reason for how you were beaten! You don't really think anyone can tolerate it indefinitely, do you? ”

Fr. Ann assumed a reasonable posture.

Although he may not be able to convince Mr. Song by doing so, he can be regarded as winning over Mr. Song's opponent. His words are still a little convincing after all. (Physically)

"And what do you want me to do? Watch her continue to tease us? You know exactly what you're doing! ”

Mr. Song took a few steps forward and tried to break through Father An's side, but only to bump into the other person.

"I know exactly what I'm doing, but please ask yourself first. Do you really know what you're doing? ”

Father An stretched out his hands, grabbed Mr. Song's hands tightly, and asked.

"I don't need you to remind me of this, I'm very clear-headed."

Mr. Song was struggling, his body breaking free from Father An's restraints.

"A sober-minded person will not 'look for death' at all!"

Father An's voice was so loud that the others couldn't help but cover their ears when they heard this.

"It is better to die than to suffer this 'living sin'."

Mr. Song also responded to the other party's words in a voice similar to that of a priest.

This time, Yu Siqi, who had just put his hand down, hurriedly stuffed it into his ears again.

"Do you want to continue to be delayed by this 'boring' triviality, or do you want to go with me to do something serious? Don't forget, we seem to have a date with someone else. ”

Wan Jiatang, who didn't pay attention to Mr. Song, had already begun to talk to Yu Siqi in a relatively gentle tone. This made the latter very surprised and slightly moved.

"Of course it's business."

After Yu Siqi responded without thinking, Wan Jiatang also nodded with satisfaction and said, "You may have noticed it too." By the time I got back to the surface, the snow had stopped naturally.

In this way, I can almost say that I have confirmed the 'fact' that I created the snowstorm just now.

After all, I'm more likely to do this than the rest of you. ”

When he heard Wan Jiatang's words, Yu Siqi pondered for a while.

Then he realized that what she was trying to say might be that she didn't actually let it 'snow' here.

But if you think about it this way, the snow just now.

With this confusion, Yu Siqi tentatively asked her, "Didn't you really make the snow just now?" ”

"What do you think?"

Wan Jiatang did not directly answer Yu Siqi's rhetorical question, but deliberately used a rhetorical question.

It's a bit like you asking someone if you did it. And then he told you, guess what.

According to Yu Siqi's own understanding and analysis, he felt that most of this was not done by her. Otherwise, why did she bother to tell herself these things so bluntly?

"I don't think you did it, otherwise you wouldn't have to tell us this."

Yu Siqi said what was in his heart very frankly, and Wan Jiatang on the side showed a hint of joy on his face after listening.

Looks like I'm right about it. ’

With a hint of luck, Yu Siqi knew that he should soon be able to learn the 'truth' from Wan Jiatang.

Provided that she is not lying.

"Look at this."

Wan Jiatang casually stuck his umbrella upside down on the snow and unfolded it completely, so that Yu Siqi and Gong Chen could see the internal structure.

To be honest, this is a wooden umbrella made of extremely ordinary workmanship, and there are no expected mechanisms or other 'special pictures'.

But just when he thought what the other party was doing, the sharp-eyed Gong Chen discovered faster than Yu Siqi that there was a small dead leaf near the inner keel of the umbrella.

"There's a leaf that fell into your umbrella."

Gong Chen was very sincere and dictated the picture he saw.

"Yes, it's really 'smart'. Excuse me, can you help me get it out? It's best to use your right hand to pick it up. ”

Wan Jiatang politely made a very strange request to Yu Siqi.

'Why do you have to take things you can do yourself?' It also specifies that it must be right-handed. ’

Yu Siqi looked at her very curiously, and then, in a state of confusion, bent down and pulled the dead leaf out of the gap in the keel.

At this time, Yu Siqi encountered a very peculiar phenomenon.

This small piece of dead leaf between his fingers produced a lot of situations that even he did not expect.

The most obvious thing is that as a dead leaf, it can convey the kind of chill that only cold things can emit.

"Why doesn't it look like a leaf?"

Yu Siqi stared at the dead leaves very concerned and asked.

"Because somebody did something to it, just like he did to this place."

When Wan Jiatang said this, he forgot to glance at Father An and Mr. Song, who were still hugging each other. At this time, although the two were close to a truce, they still did not let go of each other.

"Do you have proof?"

Gong Chen once again raised such a question.

"The proof is that the 'so-called snowfall' you just experienced, which is at best a pile of dead leaves."

Wan Jiatang closed his umbrella and looked around again.

"How is this possible? Didn't you just fly into the air and let this place have a temporary cooling experience? ”

Gong Chen looked at her in disbelief.

"I did fly into the air, but I didn't do anything. However, I did pretend to do something, something that would make the people behind the scenes. ”

Wan Jiatang tapped the snow in front of her with the tip of the umbrella, and directly emptied a small piece of frosty ground.

Immediately afterwards, she made a second request to Yu Siqi, who was still unreasonable—to put her right palm flat on the ground, and at the same time say 'cracking words'.

"No kidding. How do I know what a 'cracked word' is! ”

Yu Siqi looked at Wan Jiatang with suspicion.

He didn't really want to doubt her intentions, but he felt that her methods were somewhat similar to those of the priest.

"You'll know, I promise."

As if obviously knowing that he would ask himself this, Wan Jiatang actually said this almost affirmative sentence in a very positive tone.

"Try it, buddy. Anyway, we don't seem to have any other choice right now. ”

Before Yu Siqi could act, Gong Chen also began to persuade him.

"It's not that I can't try, it's just that I really don't know what 'cracking words' are! I'm serious. ”

Yu Siqi squatted down and placed his right palm flat on the ground. While feeling the cold moistness, I looked up at the people around me.

"Just shout. If it works. ”

Father An's words came to Yu Siqi's ears from afar. From this point of view, the reason why he and Mr. Song did not have further friction was largely because they had been listening and observing the situation on Yu Siqi's side.

Now that the 'Cracked Language' has also been obtained, Yu Siqi can be said to be unable to find any excuse at all.

In desperation, with a little nervousness, he looked down at the ground and said such a sentence with words in his mouth. ”

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