A Crown Cast in Frost

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The old man was still dressed with meticulous care: a Zhongshan suit, not a single wrinkle anywhere except for the dirt he had just picked up.

The entire journey had been silent, without so much as a bat or crow in sight. That was hardly surprising, considering this was where the ultimate boss resided.

The main hall of the Right Chancellor’s Residence was filled with joy. All the guests and servants were gathered there. Yet in one of the estate’s secluded courtyards, the night was pitch-black, with only scattered moonlight illuminating the path ahead. A gentle breeze stirred the tranquil courtyard, and apart from the calls of birds, there was not a sound.

The Grand Marshal had thought Wu Zhige would at least offer him some proper comfort. But what Wu Zhige said next nearly made him spit blood. What kind of thing was that to say? Was he even human?

Su Lian sat down and imagined what it would be like to bring Fu Jinchen completely under her control, enjoy him to the fullest, and then simply walk away. Wouldn’t that be far more satisfying?

Xiong Fulai had always believed that firing blindly with a sniper rifle was much harder than doing so with an ordinary firearm. This was especially true for a sniper: one moment he would be observing the target through a scope, and the next, without even taking aim, he would judge the distance with his naked eyes and pull the trigger by instinct.

She was telling the truth. Perhaps because of her temperament, her ability to coordinate was indeed far inferior to that of Lian Youcai.

From Jiang Suyuan’s angle, she could not see Xu Weizhou’s expression, so she could not tell whether he was hesitating or doing something else. In any case, he struck her as very strange.

“Surely not?” Gu Xiaoqi had a particularly deep impression of that Uncle Mu. Once, after drinking too much, he had provoked Mu Liancheng, only to be tossed out like a turtle. His twin wives had been the ones to carry him away.

Xia Yichen had certainly made a fine calculation. Gu Xiaoqi could not simply stand by and watch Shen Wan’er die, but she was no longer at the age when she acted recklessly on impulse.

Xu Tingchen watched her silently, waiting for her answer. He believed she would agree, because she was hardly a stickler for rules herself.

When Jimo heard this, the corners of his mouth lifted. He returned Murong Ruo’s embrace. Their slightly cold cheeks rested together, and as their breaths mingled, warmth gradually spread between them.

They had not exchanged a single word since he returned. Could it be that they were going to spend the entire night like this?

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“Yes.” The person outside answered, and the door was pushed open. Five waiters filed in, each carrying a tray.

Some time ago, while sailing from the Old Kingdom to Star Island, they had encountered sea raiders and had nearly lost their lives.

Xu Tingshi’s lips twitched. He had not written a single word. He had gone out these past two days to gather inspiration, staying for three days at an inn in a mountain ravine, yet inspiration had still eluded him. He could say these things to his mother, his grandmother, or his elder brother, but absolutely not to his father. He had no idea how his mother managed to get along with his stern-faced father; the man treated even his own relatives as strangers.

What good was having courage? On their very first day, they had already dared to fight zombies—and to kill them face-to-face at that. That was entirely different from staying inside a villa and fighting back, or driving a car into them.

Madam Xu scrutinized the man for a moment but detected nothing amiss. Since he had been summoned by the imperial palace, it was only natural for even someone like Pin Yi—now a battle-hardened chief eunuch—to feel a little curious.

Viewed from the outside inward, the grounds occupied an enormous area. Tall walls enclosed the entire mountain valley. The plum trees beyond the valley appeared disorderly at first glance, but on closer inspection, they seemed to conceal a certain rhythm.

Awan spread his five fingers, then twisted and pulled at the empty air. A huge screen immediately appeared before them, displaying the day Awan had first acquired a physical form.

The Great Cold Intent was not a divine ability, yet it was comparable to one. It was the power of the Snow Spirit. In this place, where no immortals currently existed, Jiang Dongyu’s Great Cold Intent could be said to be unstoppable.

Xixi nearly fell over. But after thinking about his words, she realized that he did seem to have misunderstood her. He had only wanted a glass of milk. She could simply have said they had none—so why had she let her thoughts run so far? Could she really be an old hand at this sort of thing?

Ye Zheng, a terminal case of facial blindness, stared for a long while and could identify only one trait that distinguished Cixiang from the other two-horned, green-skinned people: his kindly appearance.

“Let’s go to the Drunken Immortal Tower tonight. My treat.” Jiang Dongyu smiled as he looked at Heng Hu’s round, chubby face, warmth rising in his heart.

Li Yanyang laughed and nodded repeatedly. The elder brother even handed him a cigarette. Without putting on airs, Li Yanyang accepted it and then called Lu Xi.

How much money could one make selling fruit by the batch? Why would anyone gather so many people just to feed them for free? If he were truly that wealthy, why would he be working in such a remote place on the outskirts of the city?

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“It’s not that I don’t believe you. It’s that I believe you too much. You never seem as careless and crude as you appear on the surface. You have far too many ulterior motives. Besides, you’re always telling me to show my true face. What about you? Is this your true face?” Lori asked curiously.

The black iron staff in Kong Lixing’s hands struck, swept, jabbed, and swung furiously through the air, yet Ye Feng avoided every blow with effortless ease.

In the end, everyone turned their eyes toward the three people present with the highest seniority and strength: Li Guiyuan, patriarch of the Li family; Xiao Yuankong, patriarch of the Xiao family; and, of course, Li Ao, the ancestor of the Li family, who had arrived last.

If Lin Zheng had not been relying on the residual effects of the pills within him, as well as his naturally extraordinary physique, he absolutely would not have been able to hold on.

“You never went inside. How do you know what is in the treasure vault?” Xu Minghao threw the question back at Baxia.

Black jade was rarely seen on the market. A piece like this, with such remarkable purity and excellent luster, was rarer still.

What surprised everyone was that Liang Jingmo should have seen through all of this, yet he did nothing. At that moment, he too smiled as he looked toward Luo Baichuan. The two old foxes both wore expressions of complete confidence. At a glance, it was impossible to tell who had gained the upper hand.

When Li Mingran asked his question, not only did everyone present prick up their ears, but even Kongming Shiye, who had been hiding silently to one side, began listening attentively.

He Shuixian had originally intended to make his move during the reporters’ question-and-answer session, but the people arranged by Huang Lili had seized the opportunity first.

“Oh no, we’re finished! This vase must be worth at least several hundred yuan. I’m in trouble now!” Xia Ou cried out, bitterly regretting what she had done.

Shen Xing’s eyes shifted. She had crossed into this world at least once—was she really going to remain completely out of step with this accursed feudal society? Would that truly be wise?

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