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On the bank of Dongchang Lake, all the dignitaries in Jiangdong paid their respects together.
The rising and falling voices, like waves, swept across the sky.
Even the water of Dongchang Lake stirred up countless waves under the worship of everyone.
Facing the worship of the crowd, Ye Fan stood proudly.
His handsome face was full of majesty. People don't dare to look at each other.
At this moment, Chu Wenfei was undoubtedly scared out of his wits.
Only now did Chu Wenfei realize what kind of power and prestige Ye Fan had in Jiangdong?
It was only after this battle that Chu Wenfei realized how insignificant he was compared to Ye Fan?
His monstrous power, his supreme power, any one of them made Chu Wenfei despair!
Before, Chu Wenfei thought about catching up with Ye Fan in the future, but now it seems that even if he spends his whole life, Chu Wenfei might not be able to catch up with him!
This man is destined to be an insurmountable mountain in his life.
In the past, when he was the son-in-law of the Qiu family, Chu Wenfei had always wondered why Ye Fan was always so lonely and arrogant because he was just a worthless son-in-law, a poor boy from the countryside?
He didn't respect Chu Wenfei, nor was he afraid of Mr. Qiu, as if no one could catch his eyes.
At that time, both Chu Wenfei and Qiu Muying felt that Ye Fan was an idiot and arrogant.
Now, he just understands.
This is not arrogance, because he, Ye Fan, has the ability to match his arrogance.
When Chu Wenfei was full of fear and loss, He Yurou who was at the side also froze in place, absent-minded for a long time.
She looked up at the young man who was admired by others, her beautiful eyes were filled with endless splendor.
"Is this the majesty of Mr. Chu?"
"Really, it's so dazzling."
"Like the sun, it attracts everyone's attention and shines brilliantly~"
He Yurou was absent-minded for a long time.
Maybe she didn't even notice her gradually shortness of breath, and the fawn's jumping heart.
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On Pinghu, Ye Fan stood proudly.
He didn't pay attention to the worship of the crowd, but turned around, his cold eyes swept across the world, and also the mortal beings.
In the end, it fell on the disciple of the Moon River, Suzumiya Yingyue.
At this time, Lianggong Yingyue's pretty face was pale and bloodless. JrNovels.com