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Chapter 701 The Tsundere Prince Suffers & Forbears the Attack of the Guards (4)

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, without the slightest intention to stop, the snow rolls down all over the sky, like pure white goose feathers, lightly fluttering, swirling one after another, like dancing and drunk.

Although the snow is beautiful, not everyone has the energy and time to enjoy the snow. The heavy snow that is flying all over the sky is like a nightmare for the children in the guard training office.

Because when others were hiding in the house to enjoy the warmth brought by the fire, they were wearing thin clothes, straddling their horses, carrying the wooden bucket whose water had condensed into ice, and standing in the snow with their teeth gritted.

On the snow-covered training ground, there stood a row of children in their teens. Each boy's face was wearing thin cotton padded clothes, and his cheeks and backs of his hands were purple with pain, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted, not daring to let go.

"Ah, I... can't hold on any longer." At this moment, the slightly fat boy standing in the middle couldn't hold on any longer. His body shook, and the wooden barrel in his hand hit the snow with a thud.

As one boy fell down, more and more boys couldn't hold on, and began to shake their bodies, precariously.

But the young man who stood second to last on the right was not affected by the outside world at all. His body was thick, his eyebrows were sword-like, and his face was flushed red from the cold. Ahead, motionless.

Just when the other teenagers fell down and he was still standing, someone patted the snowflake standing on his buttocks and said in surprise, "Look, it's Jing Che who persevered to the end again!"

As soon as the young man finished speaking, someone quickly glanced at Jing Che with disdain, and snorted coldly: "Cut! Anyway, the manager is not here now, so he is the only one who is stupid.

One of the teenagers' eyes flashed brightly, and he suddenly said, "Why don't we go and deal with him?"

The boy who was disdainful just now followed suit and said: "Good idea! It's just too boring. Anyway, this kid is an orphan, and no one supports him!"

After finishing speaking, the two teenagers walked towards Jing Che's back with a smile, and quietly walked over, preparing to sneak attack the entire Jing Che.

Although the two stood on tiptoes and walked very lightly, Jing Che, who had practiced martial arts since childhood, still heard the movement. He glanced back slightly from the corner of his eye, his eyes were indifferent, and the corners of his lips curled up into a sarcastic chuckle.

Just when the footsteps were getting closer and Jing Che was about to turn against the two of them, a childish but cold voice suddenly came from the door of the training ground.

"do not move!"

Jing Che heard the prestige and looked around, only to see a pink and jade-carved boy in the fluttering white snow, about seven or eight years old, wearing an exquisite and expensive white fox cloak, with black hair flying, holding a light blue oil-paper umbrella alone, Stepping on the snow, slowly walked over.

The hem of the cloak swayed gently with the cold wind, revealing the light green clothes inside. The figure of the boy became clearer and clearer. In the snowflakes flying all over the sky, he was like an elf who fell into the mortal world, pure and clear, untainted by the world.

Just when Jing Che inadvertently bumped into those big clear and watery eyes, he suddenly felt a tremor in his heart, as if something was pulling him. The boy is coming.

Who is this kid?

Why did a person run over here?

Not only Jing Che was attracted by the boy, but the other teenagers who stood up and patted the snow on their bodies were also attracted by this white, tender and cute boy who suddenly appeared on the training ground, and all guessed the identity of this kid .

(End of this chapter)