The woman held the list in her hand tightly and glanced sideways at a small woodshed with airtight windows and closed windows.
The corners of his mouth turned up involuntarily.
There will be a good show tomorrow!
…
"Meet my king." The first-generation disciple of the sacred temple fell to his knees in fear and knelt in a circle.
Shen Yi's face was a little pale, and he coughed a few times. His eyes swept across their faces, and finally settled on the two old men who lowered their eyes and bowed their hands.
These should be the two stewards installed by the Presbyterian Council and the Enshrining Academy at the Ice Wasteland Seal Monument in the North.
Cang Ao coughed lightly and said, "Nothing, the king is going to enter the realm of ice waste. If you two stewards have nothing important to do during this period, please take your own people and stay there. Don't disturb me."
"Yes, yes." The two stewards of the Presbyterian Church, together with the disciples of the Dai generation, nodded and saluted, "I sincerely obey my Lord's orders."
When the man led four to five hundred young men in black into the sky, everyone heaved a sigh of relief.
A generation disciple stood up with cold sweat on his face. Just then, when the king's eyes glanced over him, death suddenly shrouded his head.
The gate of hell has somehow come around.
"My Lord's momentum is so strong." Some disciples couldn't help but exclaimed.
"I wonder why my lord came to the ice wilderness in the north in such a hurry?"
"Who dares to ask more about the king?"
The two stewards of the Presbyterian Church and the Enshrining Academy knew more things than the disciples of the generation, and they both looked unhappy.
After driving away the generation disciple, the two couldn't help but sigh as they walked.
"What should we do about this matter?"
"As soon as the empress entered the ice wasteland, the master followed. Then there was a conflict. To kill or not to kill?"
"Let's wait for now. We definitely can't make the decision on such a big matter."
"I wonder if the empress will go to today's ice jutsu competition?"
"It's okay if she doesn't go. After all, this is all arranged for her."
The two of them took out the Thousand Miles Sound Transmission Stone and each conveyed the message to the Presbyterian Church and the Enshrining Court to tell them the whole story.
The Lord always goes his own way and lets himself go, which makes it difficult for them, who are subordinates, to handle it.
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It was early in the morning, and a ray of sunlight as pale as water shone on the signboard of the Ice and Snow Inn, reflecting a light golden arc.
With the gentle sound of stepping on the stairs.
As the fog and shadows flew, everyone in the Lu family turned their heads to look, their black pupils trembling slightly.
A flawless, moon-white figure slowly descended the stairs.
The black silk was tied up high, revealing her pink and delicate forehead.
The two strands of silver hair on the temples were blowing in the wind, sometimes brushing against the cherry-colored lips.
This empress who once amazed time seems to be slowly coming to life in this world.
The eyes that looked down at the people were as cold as water, as if nothing in the world was in her eyes and in her heart.
If someone's eyes occasionally come into contact with someone, it will frighten people, and they will have the thought of avoiding them quickly, not daring to look directly at the blasphemous person.
"I have met Your Majesty." Everyone in the lobby couldn't help but bowed and bowed.
Jiang Nai nodded slightly and said in a calm voice: "Let's go."
The venue for this ice Cuju competition is right next to the City Lord's Mansion.
A large ring-shaped arena built on a glacial lake is large enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people.
"There are about eighty-odd participating teams." The head of the Lu family said in a low voice, "I have already inquired about it. The Dugu family is participating this time."
"We will definitely see them then."
Jiang Nai raised her eyebrows slightly, "I didn't expect that."