Majestic snow fell again.

The wind is howling, and between the heavens and the earth, there are also ice blades.

Of course, these are the usual sights in winter, and winters are always long.

But this winter, something unusual will happen.

For example, thirteen men were shirtless in the snow, not knowing where they were going.

Of course, such a person is a man, even if a few are already shaking their blue snot, some people regard them as iron-clad.

Leading the way are undoubtedly Iron Dog and Jin Wuzhu.

The two men were the most burly, and there was no excess fat on their bodies, and they had to feel tough at a glance, and they liked to climb high, and in an instant, among the thirteen people, they were also regarded as the heads.

After a while, he led the crowd through the kiln.

The upstairs was full of lights, and they were staggered, but as soon as they heard the footsteps downstairs, how many beautiful ladies threw down their benefactors and poked their heads out.

They are all wolf-like years, their eyes are full of greedy desire for flesh, and their eyes are falling downstairs one by one.

Iron Dog laughed.

"Straight thief, when I finish from the company camp, I must have a good time playing with you sluts. ”

Its sound is like a bronze bell, shuttling among the snowflakes.

Those delicate ladies began to blush when they heard this, and the anticipation in their hearts was of course insincere.

Only those who are older don't hide their mouths, and they start laughing aloud.

It was the smile of the woman in the kiln.

What man wouldn't like to hear it?

I saw that Iron Dog and Jin Wuzhu deliberately slowed down their running speed, and while listening to the laughter, they tried their best to show their angular bodies in front of the women.

These ladies exchanged their heads and smiled, tasting the fresh meat downstairs like gluttons.

In the eyes of everyone, everyone has their own style, upstairs is all so, whispering to show their love for the people downstairs.

It's just that these conversations all stopped abruptly on Sun Yongwen's body.

Of course, Sun Yongwen is not fat, but it is difficult to find a muscle in his body, just like a skinny chicken.

Not only did they run at the end, but the wind and snow seemed to blow people down.

So where there is much sympathy in the eyes of these women, almost all of them are sneering.

Sure enough, with a "pop", Sun Yongwen fell into the snow.

The biting cold did not arouse it, but stiffened all over, and it was almost about to die on the spot.

Although Iron Dog and Jin Wuzhu were aware of turning back, they were not willing to stay at all.

This scholar, who will become a scholar one day, has already annoyed many people.

The two of the leaders did not move, and three or four of the neutral men did not dare to leave the group rashly, so they continued to move forward in that slow way.

Only he withdrew from the team and slowly paced to Sun Yongwen's left and right.

Sun Yongwen nested in the snow, motionless, even his breathing was a little weak, and the white smoke spit out of his mouth was even thinner.

For a literati who reads the books of sages, such an iron training committee is really cruel.

And everything started by himself, and he thought he was responsible.

So he bent down with difficulty and carried Sun Yongwen on his shoulders.

Of course, the original Sun Yongwen will not be heavy, but the weak Sun Yongwen is like a drunken sluggish ghost, dead and heavy.

The severe cold made him a little emaciated, and he was also overdrawn in terms of physical strength, and at this moment, he had to carry a person who had no control, and he had to grit his teeth to get through.

Fortunately, the camp was only six miles away, and although it was hard, he was confident that he could hold on.

As for this snowy winter, it is indeed too ruthless and lonely.