Youyou held his belly and burst out laughing as he mocked his uncle. "You're a weak chicken!"
Yun Shishi could not hold it in any longer and laughed as well.
Weak chicken?!
Gong Jie stood up angrily. He was so agitated that he conveniently grabbed a pile of snow from Mu Yichen's unfinished fort. Molding it a little, he then hurled it at Mu Yazhe.
Alas, the other man nimbly stepped to the side, neatly and spectacularly avoiding it.
The snowball landed straight on Youyou and broke apart upon impact. Therefore, it did not hurt at all.
"Uncle, don't touch my fort!" cried his eldest nephew indignantly.
SMACK!
Expecting better from his nephew, he knocked his head and spoke gloomily, "They're already attacking us; what's the point of a fort?! Let's attack them, too!"
Little Yichen abandoned his fort, no longer wanting to be on defense. He grabbed a bunch of snowballs from the ground and threw them at his father.
