Wen Jiaren turned her head and glared at Mu Qian, her hands clenched into fists. At this moment, she hated the man before her to death.
Mu Qian couldn't bother to look at her again. He turned to Mu Xiao and commanded, "Xiao'er, go home. Stop playing around..."
After speaking, Mu Qian turned and walked briskly towards the castle. Wen Jiaren watched his lonely figure and suddenly ran forward, scooped up a handful of snow from the ground, forcefully molded it into a snowball, and fiercely threw it at his back.
With a "puff," the snowball hit Mu Qian's back, exploding into a shower of whiteness.
Mu Qian stopped in his tracks, his body slowly turning around, only to face another snowball that came flying towards him.
He didn't dodge; the snowball hit his black coat, blooming like a large white flower.
"Mu Qian, you're just a bully who preys on the weak but fears the strong. Apart from threatening women, what else can you do? Why don't you just blow up the entire Mystic Sect!!!"
