"Master, I'm afraid of a bird!" Zhou Yang flew off the horse, pulled out his crotch and pissed, and teased: "I heard that in such a cold day, peeing will make a pee stick. Isn't it true..."

He didn't say a word, his mouth was so wide that he could not close it anymore. He didn't do anything else, just because Zhou Yang saw the first scene he encountered in his life. As soon as he sprinkled the urine, it turned into a crystal ice popsicle, one end on the ground and the other end under the man's roots.

The curved curves are graceful and smooth, like the artist's masterpiece, shining from time to time, making people amazing.

"Haha!" Li Guang, Cheng Buzhi burst into laughter, very happy.

The two of them smiled and then they broke their mouths and complained: "This beard..."

The two of them had been wearing beards for many years and were extremely proud. However, when marching in such cold weather, the beards became a burden, covered with ice and snow, heavy, and trembling with laughter, as if they were grabbed by others.

"Report to the commander, I discovered a large number of Huns, no less than 100,000!"

Just when Zhou Yang was surprised, a happy voice sounded, as if the artist was singing loudly, it was Wei Qing who was galloping.

This was a huge joy. Wei Qing was very excited and his words of report were a little stuttering because he was running too fast and panting.

"Good come!"
Chapter completed!