The shop assistant was stunned. "How do you know that this cake is not my idea?"

"Tell me quickly, is this cake taught by a blind girl?" he asked excitedly

The clerk shook his head. "This is what a man taught me to do."

Zhan hanjue's eyes were dim. It turned out that he had made a mistake.

The clerk took the opportunity to sell his cake and said, "Sir, I think you like this cake very much. Why don't you buy one?"

Han Han looked at the cake in a daze, then nodded, "good."

The clerk wrapped up the cake for him, and the cold Lord brushed the card and left with the cake.

The numerous snowflakes fell on the elegant hair of Zhan hanjue, which made his curly bangs stained with frost, which added a lot of melancholy and vicissitudes to his noble prince temperament.

His steps were like lead, deep and shallow, wading in the snow. He knew that Guan Xiaohe and Fengfeng were following him. He didn't want them to see him in such a mess. He ran through several streets and successfully got rid of them.

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Lord Zhan stretched out his hand, caught the snowflakes, and watched them dissolve in his hands. His heart felt sad for no reason.

Zheng Ling is not a snowflake!

The snowflakes in his eyes would not disappear like this.

He tried to catch the snowflakes and keep them.

Not far away, a young man stopped to look at him.

The young man's eyes fell on the cake in the hand of Han Jue, and the gorgeous peach blossom eyes suddenly overflowed like ice and snow.

This villain doesn't deserve the cake he designed.

He slid a small and delicate dart out of his sleeve and shot at the handle of the cake box.

His shooting skill is a real hit.

After the handle of the cake box was cut open by the dart, the cake fell to the ground and broke into a pile of colorful cheese.

The warlord raised his hand, looked at the residual handle on his hand, and gently shook the fragment to the ground.

Then suddenly turned his head, Eagle Falcon's eyes glared at the youth.

"Looking for death." Lord Zhan squeezed two words out of his teeth.

The ice and snow in the eyes of young peach blossom is even worse, and the fist under the sleeve is unconsciously clenched.

There was a sound of no temperature in my mind.

This man is the last general. Killing him can be regarded as revenge for his father.

All of a sudden, the young people's feet draw a melodious arc. Kick up a pile of snow, sprinkle into the air, lost the eyes of the cold baron.

After his body was pressed, his feet glided on the snow, leaving two deep gullies.

The young man sprang up, his fists against the head of the warlord.

When his fist was close to his brain, his body quickly turned to the right to avoid the young man's fist.

Then, a beautiful carp stood up straight with his long and magnificent body.

The young man pursued the victory with a 540 degree spin kick. His body was hanging in the air. His feet were like a pair of invisible shears, and he was about to clamp on the neck of Baron Zhan.

Zhan hanjue's hands were quick to hold the young man's ankle. He pushed hard, and the young man's body shocked his whole body like a burst of electric current.

The young man's body was as flexible as a magic snake. He suddenly bent down and went through the crotch of the cold Lord. The young man was so powerful that he could only fight him with the same strength.

So, two pairs of strong body inseparable in the snow roll up.

"Why did you break my cake?" Asked Lord Zhan.

"Because you don't deserve it," he said

He was very angry.

"You want to die."

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