Chapter 688

"Great Consort, it's the Khan." A soldier suppressed his excitement, but the muscles on his face twitched uncontrollably. Princess Mandarova drew a deep breath—what else could there be that she couldn't accept? She stepped forward, and I followed her to the carriage beside her.

Entering the hall, I saw the Emperor lying on his bed. When Yingchun entered, he lifted his head and signaled for silence.

This ordeal terrified Jia Chengyang; he stumbled back to the Yunyang Dao group. Jia Zhengyi glared at him with fury, waved his hand, and said, "Let's go back." He walked off first, and the Yunyang Dao disciples followed him.

Liu Huaiyong said, "Then we rely on Brother Tian." After that, everyone returned to rest.

"Master Xiao, I know you're no ordinary man. Even if Xiao Qing hadn't told me, I would've come to find you eventually." Wu Hua spoke with sincere earnestness, not a trace of falsehood.

"Don't worry—since you paid, we'll get the job done. If the Silver Knights can't handle it, we've got Gold Knights. If the Gold Knights fail, we've got Holy Knights. We're killing this Asian bastard!" Guderson gritted his teeth.

Yun Qingqing saw her lowering her head in silence and ignored her, instead mentally planning what she should do next.

Zheng Shi felt shame and anger, turned around, and was about to scold again—when she saw everyone's eyes widen in terror.

After leaving the company, the girl slipped out and would surely rush straight to Shenzhen to meet Wu Hua, since he knew she had arranged a meeting with him to sign the contract.

I have plenty of flaws, am fussy and dramatic. I've always understood myself well—if I didn't have these flaws, I might be easier to marry off. But as for these flaws of mine, I have no solution—they're my old companions; I'll probably carry them for life.

Chi Ming's Ye Qi Long Staff had already subtly manifested around him, waiting only for Li Qiang's reaction—he was ready to unleash his most violent attack at any moment. For such surprise assaults, Chi Ming had considerable experience.

"You're awfully relaxed, aren't you? What about those ancient immortals?" The moment Li Qiang thought of this, his heart burned with worry—if he had time to pause, the Jiuyang Pill would've been forged long ago.

My palm suddenly grew hot—I discovered Changsheng had reached out and grabbed my hand; countless black threads extended from his body, wrapping around me.

"That's more like it! Haha, Floor Eight, I'm rooting for you. If you defeat Iron Blood Mission, you'll be the undisputed Ice Feather protagonist. Haha! I'm off!" Leng Feng laughed heartily.

The Iron Sect disciples gathered their killing beasts for attack, yet even after the thirty-head killing beasts appeared, they dared not advance for a long time.

These guys chuckled, snatched the menu, and began wildly ordering dishes, occasionally telling us which dishes were delicious—they must've been dreaming of coming here for a long time.

After Fan Ye finished speaking, the journey grew even more unbearable and dull. I couldn't tell what I was thinking—only an instinct to flee took hold. Leaving Fan Ye still immersed in the conversation, I sprinted home.

In an instant, Chen Feng dribbled past Danny Green; the ball bounced off the ground and returned to his hands. He planted his feet, then leapt upward.

Not long ago, she had come to his company to test his feelings—how could it be that only twenty-some days had passed, and now she was about to marry someone else as a bride?

It was already past eight at night; the regular training had long ended, but Yu Qian remained on the court, continuing his drills. Though his body was exhausted and his steps sluggish, he refused to stop, his eyes gleaming like cold stars.

After a hot shower, Song Qingchun felt much more comfortable. She dried her hair, stepped out of the bathroom, and instead of immediately dressing, walked to the living room and pulled out her phone.

"So that's it—the Moon Spirit Clan has guarded this snowflake jade pendant through generations. Protecting the snowflake jade pendant means guarding the gateway to the Red Furnace Spear!" Ye Liangya, quick-witted and sharp, immediately grasped the key upon slight prompting.

Snow lay scattered on the ground, covering the streets, gardens, and rooftops. Some young people tried to resist it, but eventually gave up, letting it pile like walls blocking their doors.

"You dare?" The boy was just an ordinary person—he never imagined a real knight stood right beside him.

There was no choice—Mighty Axe City was infamous for its arrogance, especially the Wild Berserker, who was utterly defiant. How could he tolerate someone hovering above his head?

Thus, the icy aura emitted by the ice magic core completely enveloped the ice sculpture, and with the cold energy radiating from the core, a chilling white mist rose around it, enhancing the sculpture's ethereal, breathtaking beauty.

When Dongfang Fengfei and the others stepped out, they saw the Elf King standing before a coffin of ice, speaking to the man who had half-sat up inside it—by appearance, also an elf.