This year's spring came very late.

Even though it is almost March, there is still no green anywhere.

Even today, it is still snowing in most areas of Jiangdong.

At first, when the snow fell to the ground, it melted.

But as the snow fell heavier and heavier, finally, the city of Jingzhou was covered with snow.

The traffic on the streets and alleys has become much less frequent.

There were only some naughty children playing in the snow.

That innocent laughter is probably the only bit of "life" in this vast field.

However, how could those of them who live in their own little world know what kind of storm is sweeping across the shores of Dongchang Lake just a few kilometers away from them.

Dongchang Lakeside.

The snow is blowing!

The promenade by the lake has been covered with a thick layer of snow and frost.

In the wind and snow, there was only a thin figure, walking on the thick snow and facing the Milky Way.

At this moment, Ye Fan was like a sword coming out of its box.

The sharp edges all over the body are gathering, and the killing intent is boiling!

The majestic and awe-inspiring momentum is like an abyss.

For some reason, the people behind him felt trembling and knelt down when they looked at the young man here.

The feeling was as if they were looking up to a monarch.

The power of the superior makes everyone surrender!

"This...this momentum?"

"Is he really just a boy in his early twenties?"

He Yurou by the river was completely stunned.

The mere sight of Ye Fan's back shocked He Yurou.

Because her father, He Lanshan, the lord of Jiangdong Province, never had this kind of momentum?

He Yurou is definitely not the only one who has similar emotions.

In the middle of the lake, on the boat, Liang Gong Yingyue, dressed in a kimono and looking graceful and intoxicating, looked at Ye Fan, and there was actually a gleam in his beautiful eyes.

She was born into a Japanese noble family, the Suzumiya family, and was trained by the Japanese swordsman since she was a child.

She asked herself, she had met countless princes and nobles, but none of them had the same aura as the young man in front of her.

Ye Fan gave him the feeling that he was not like a small lord of Jiangdong at all, but like the lord of this life!

She was suddenly looking forward to it.

How long do you expect Mr. Chu to last as your teacher?

For the first time, Suzumiya Yingyue was so curious and concerned about a person of the same age as the opposite sex.

"Brother Xiaofan~"

"Brother Xiaofan~"

After walking through the door of hell, Xu Lei burst into tears almost instantly when she opened her eyes and saw her young man.

She smiled with tears in her eyes, shouting his name with joy and excitement.

All the fear in my heart disappeared, and all despair certainly disappeared.

In her eyes, there was only that thick and majestic figure in the wind and snow!

As long as he is here, she will not be afraid of any storm.

And Ye Fan jumped up and reached Xu Lei's side.

Looking at Xu Lei's weak and pale pretty face in front of him, Ye Fan felt guilty and pity in his heart: "Lei'er, I'm sorry, brother Xiaofan is late."

Xu Lei did not answer, but just plunged into Ye Fan's arms.

"Woo~"

"Brother Xiaofan, Lei'er thought I would never see you again~"

In Ye Fan's arms, Xu Lei cried loudly.

The fear, worry, fear, and all kinds of emotions in these ten days undoubtedly all burst out at this time.
Chapter completed!