C109 A man who kills a fist king

It had been a day and a night of thick snow. It was difficult to walk, and there were blockages everywhere. They had to walk and stop before they finally arrived at the villa at ten o'clock.

In the cold yard were the few snowmen that Little Jie had piled up yesterday. In the warm room, Little Jie was playing checkers with Elder Leng.

As he pushed forward, he heard the sound of cold laughter