The snow on the road was thick.

Wang Luzhi is a southerner, and he has hardly felt such heavy snow, so he is still a little excited.

He sat in the co-pilot and looked out the window, wondering if he would be able to have a snowball fight afterwards.

It's a pity that there shouldn't be many people in the group who play this kind of game with him.

If you don't want to build a snowman, you can build a big snowman, unlike before, at most the size of a palm.

Now, though, it's time to think

"When the Script Kills into the World of Conan" Chapter 143 Fudu Villa. I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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