From Douluo Marrying the Snow Queen

The library was quiet.

Ye Han took out a reclining chair and lay on it comfortably, holding a book in his hand, flipping through it with relish.

Next to him was a coffee table with some nuts on it. These things were not for eating, but for smashing people.

After a while, Ye Han had to throw one to refresh the Bingdi.

Not long after, Zhao Jun and the others walked back with excitement on their faces.

"This is the end of the matter, you are too fast!" Ye Han looked at the few people and couldn't help saying.

"It's so fast. You know that in previous years, His Excellency the Pope just said a few words before leaving, but this year he said a lot!" Liu Liting looked excited, as if hearing the Pope's voice was something extraordinary.

"Brother Ye, it's a pity you didn't go." Han Kun said.

"Haha, what a pity. For someone as talented as me, it's not a matter of minutes before he wants to see the Pope." Ye Han boasted that his face was neither red nor heartbeat, and he was extremely proud.

"hehe!"

The three of them laughed awkwardly and didn't dare to say any more.

In case Ye Han said something rebellious again, he would not be the only one who would be unlucky.

After Han Kun and Liu Liting left, Zhao Jun looked at Ye Han and said, "Thank you Brother Ye! That gift, my sister..."

"Stop, stop, thank you for the gift I gave your sister, and it's not for you, hurry up, don't disturb my reading." Ye Han didn't wait for Zhao Jun to finish speaking, and waved away impatiently. people.

Zhao Jun was not unhappy at all, instead he let out a long drink and said with a smile, "Okay, Brother Ye, I'm going to get out of here."

The world is finally clean.

But the good times didn't last long, and a pair of round and white legs appeared in front of his eyes.

Ye Han raised his head, slender round legs, elegant and well-fitting embroidered skirt, unbearably small waist, budding hills, white and slender jade neck, delicate and clean pretty face, all came into view one by one, not Zhao Linger who is it.

"The little beauty met again, this time I came to borrow books, or to find my brother." Ye Han said with a smile.

Put away the book and stand up.

Zhao Linger stepped back quickly.

There was nothing wrong with Ye Han lying there, but when he stood up, an indescribable aura involuntarily appeared in Zhao Linger's heart, which made her afraid and couldn't help but want to get close.

"I, I'm here to look for you." Zhao Linger's pink face was flushed, very cute.

"What do you want from me? If you want to thank me, your brother has already thanked you." Ye Han smiled.

To be honest, he has some affection for this elf-like girl, but talking about love is a bit ridiculous.

"Oh, um, but I still want to thank you." After Zhao Ling'er finished speaking, she ran away directly.

Ye Han smiled, and didn't care. When he sat back on the recliner, he picked up a nut and threw it to the back...

Time flies, and time is merciless.

A year is neither short nor long.

But many things happened. First of all, the illiterate Ye family also became a well-educated, well-read poet and book, and would never make jokes again.

Secondly, Wuhundian Soul Master Academy is worthy of being the strongest soul master academy in the whole continent. It has strong teachers and rich teaching resources. It only took Ye Han half a year to find what he needed, and he used the leftover herbs They corresponded one by one.

And for many, it's been a year of change.

Liu Liting died on the way back to his hometown.

Han Kun quit and fired the squid from Wuhundian.

And Zhao Jun became a drunkard because of his sister.

Familiar people, unfamiliar people, everyone has their own life trajectory.

Ye Han was like a passer-by, observing carefully,

Momo understands all kinds of life, and it is inevitable to sigh.

It was another day of school, Ye Han came to the library, looked at the few new faces who were recruited later, but couldn't remember their names.

Shaking his head, Ye Han gave a wry smile, feeling a little helpless.

After all, he still can't get along with ordinary people anymore, their lives are too fragile, just like Liu Liting, that cheerful and lively young man, who would have thought that he would disappear suddenly.

A strong smell of alcohol rushed towards his face, Ye Han frowned slightly, and saw a swaying figure stumbling towards him.

"Didn't you go back last night?" Ye Han asked.

"Hey, Ye, Brother Ye, come and have a drink with my brother." The alcoholic Zhao Jun blinked his eyes in a daze, looked at Ye Han, and said inarticulately, "Drink, after this meal, I, I, I should go gone."

"what happened?"

Ye Han clearly sensed something wrong in Zhao Jun's words.

"I, I was fired, haha." Zhao Jun smiled miserably, reeking of alcohol, hugged Ye Han's shoulders, and walked out.

Ye Han frowned, looked at the drunken Zhao Jun, and said, "Two brothers, I'll help you kill that bastard."

"Hey, okay, kill that bastard, let's go."

Zhao Jun was obviously drunk, showing his madness, raised his arms and shouted, and shouted everything he didn't dare to say at this time.

Ye Han did what he said, and took Zhao Jun directly to the residence of the Holy Son.

bang! ~

With a muffled sound, Ye Han directly kicked open the door of Shengzi's residence.

"Who, bastard, are you courting death?"

The Son of God, who was doing morning exercises, was so alert that he was almost frightened, followed by overwhelming anger.

The voice fell, and a boy about sixteen or seventeen years old with black hair like a waterfall appeared in front of Ye Han in disheveled clothes.

Sweeping his eyes across the broken door, the young man's eyes became even more angry, undisguised violence and murderous aura was released, and his handsome face was a little distorted at this moment.

The most taboo thing for a man is to be disturbed during the battle, and he finally got the chance to enjoy the blessing of being equal to others, but he was disturbed at the most critical moment, how could he not be angry.

A biting cold murderous intent struck, and Zhao Jun, who was staggering behind Ye Han, shuddered and woke up suddenly.

"His Royal Highness, I'm sorry, my friend and I drank too much, so we're leaving now." Zhao Jun rushed out from behind Ye Han, apologizing, and pulling Ye Han to leave.

Ye Han sighed helplessly, this may be the sorrow of ordinary people, they are bullied to the point of shame, yet they still have to bow their heads and admit their mistakes.

"Who am I? It turned out to be Zhao Jun. However, for Ling'er's sake, you can go, but he has to stay." After seeing Zhao Jun, the holy son's murderous aura remained undiminished, and he said with a cold smile .

"His Royal Highness, who is here?"

At this moment, a crisp voice sounded.

A woman with disheveled hair and an intoxicating blush on her face hurried down the stairs with another equally beautiful woman.

They looked at this and that, and then looked at Ye Han, their eyes narrowed slightly.

Someone dared to kick the door of the Holy Son. Isn't this the old birthday star who hanged himself and wanted to die?

Ye Han ignored the two women, and looked at the holy son who was stroking the dog's head in front of him.

It was this bastard who failed in his courtship, so he was filled with hatred and killed that pretty girl.

Although Ye Han didn't have any love for that girl, he liked the aura of that girl very much.

Unfortunately, everything was ruined.

It is said that a beauty is a disaster, but she is only fifteen years old!

Just because of such a thing in front of her, she died early, and her brother was also deeply grieved because of her incident, but her brother was just an ordinary person with limited abilities, so he could only drink to relieve his sorrow.

"Ye, Brother Ye."

Zhao Jun pulled Ye Han, his lips moved slightly, and persuaded him.

Although he wished to cut the young man in front of him into pieces, he couldn't implicate Ye Han.

"You are Ye Han, the librarian?"

Shengzi looked at Ye Han and sneered disdainfully, obviously knowing Ye Han's identity.

Ye Han's eyes were cold, and he glanced at the dog-like Shengzi, then reached out and patted Zhao Jun's shoulder, and said lightly, "Let me go, I'll help you beat him to death."

Ye Han's voice was soft, with a faint smile on his face, but there seemed to be some convincing power in his voice, which made Zhao Jun subconsciously let go of his palm.

"Hahaha, it's up to you to kill me."

The Holy Son raised his head and laughed wildly, as if he had heard some funny joke.

Ye Han didn't talk nonsense, he moved his footsteps, and directly slapped him in greeting.

PS: Zhao Linger appeared and almost wrote me in a daze, but fortunately he was able to turn back, um, give me a thumbs up for Ji Ling......

The excitement is still going on, please give me a five-star praise if you don’t have the trouble of a ticket, brothers, thank you! Thanks! Thanks! .........