"oh."

"I heard that Qiye went to help the little fat man fight today? How was it?"

Leng Xuan paused for a moment and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "That's good. He has become stronger. Now even I may not be able to beat him."

"That's it..." Chen Muye smiled, "Not bad."

"Um."

"You guard him all day, and let us do it tonight."

"No need, you don't even have this kind of perseverance, why are you still a sniper?"

Wu Xiangnan and Chen Muye looked at each other, smiled bitterly, and neither tried to persuade them again.

The top of the church fell into silence.

Silently, the three men sat there quietly, watching the villa in the distance, motionless.

The flying snowflakes fell on them,

Under the dead night sky,

The snow on them is getting thicker and thicker...

Gradually, they turned into three snowmen,

He is also like the patron saint of this city.

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Chapter completed!