The host of fast time travel was kissed by the hero after his death

Chapter 328 The Noble Little Slave of Her Majesty Ice 33
Aklandi's icy blue eyes were freezing cold, and his cold face carried silent danger.

"Your Highness—" The muscular man hastily opened the door and saw Emperor Aklan's groggy expression.

All words were blocked at this moment, and the throat was dry and tight.

Aklandi had no idea how his current expression was out of line with his normal state.

That pair of eyes that will never have emotion is full of ferocity that burns like flames, and the sharp face with snow-colored skin is even more black that cannot be described.

Your Highness... haven't you always been known for having no emotions but only reason?Why is there such a strong feeling now?

The muscular man clenched his fist unconsciously.

Emperor Aklan withdrew his eyes, turned around, and turned his back to the muscular man to prevent him from seeing his cold eyes: "What's the matter?"

The muscular man lowered his head, and said respectfully with his hands clasped in his hands: "Your Highness, our people have successfully found the handle on those nobles. Prince Hal, who has a good relationship with you from the neighboring country, has also sent someone at our disposal. It's just that ..."

"But what?" Emperor Aklan asked without the slightest ups and downs.

The muscular man said with a gleam in his eyes: "We haven't found anything against the Cole family. He is the one with the most power and influence among so many nobles. Although he has been publicizing his shameful behavior these days , to dance in front of people, but——he hid the clues enough to destroy his family quite well. Our people searched every property in their family and couldn't find it."

"Where's his ancestral grave?"

The light and fluffy words made the muscular man suddenly raise his head in horror, thinking that he had heard it wrong: "His Royal Highness, Your Highness?"

Emperor Aklan raised his chin, his back hidden in the shadows, as if a devilish shadow was emerging from the outside.

"Go and dig his ancestral grave."

The cold words he spoke again made the muscular man's eyes widen in shock, his pupils trembling violently, and he looked at the person in front of him who was already a complete stranger to him with some trepidation.

"What?" Emperor Aklan tilted his head, his ice blue eyes squinted slightly at him.

The expression in his eyes was no longer the same calm and indifferent as before, but a deep haze.

The muscular man lowered his head, suppressing the panic in his heart, and quickly replied: "Yes."

With Emperor Akland's new order, the muscular man left the room with heavy steps.

When they came out, the people outside the house had dispersed. Lina's mother was sitting on a chair in a daze, with Lina comforting her beside her.

The mother and daughter did not notice the muscular man, or they no longer cared about him.

The muscular man glanced at them and left without saying a word.

He walked on the road blindly, and every time he took a step forward, he felt that his legs were getting heavier.

Your Highness became what he is now, all because of Coleran Dylan!

An arrogant noble young master, not to mention coaxing so many commoners, even turned His Royal Highness Aklan Emperor into such an inhuman and ghost-

The muscular man had gloomy eyes.

Since you were taken away by that pervert Albert, you will never get out of him.

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"Ouch—" Lan Yao knelt on the ground with an extremely pale face and vomited weakly, his hands were firmly grasping the carpet on the ground, his body trembling slightly, his beautiful lake blue eyes were stained with panic.

He is in a very large room.

It is a resplendent and resplendent room with extremely luxurious decoration, even if there are twenty people in the room, it will not be full.

However, it is such a room decorated like a temple, but everything in the house is like the most terrifying hell.

More than a dozen teenagers who looked similar to Lan Yao's current appearance collapsed on the ground with bloody and weird faces.

Each of them had tears in their eyes, their bodies were twisted in abnormal postures, and their eyes were empty and hopeless. Even if they were dead, it was difficult to cover up their pain in life.

"How is it?" Albert opened his eyes with enjoyment and took a deep breath.

The strong smell of blood and carrion filled the nostrils.

Albert only felt full of endless enjoyment, and did not find the taste unpleasant at all.

He pursed his red lips and smiled: "Korran, my work...is it perfect?"

Perfect?

Lan Yao's breathing was short and messy, and the carpet he was holding on to had already been twisted into folds like dough.

But this still couldn't appease his anger.

Lan Yao suppressed the nausea that surged in his stomach, his lake blue eyes were dyed with ferocious flames.

He has been by his father's side for so many years, and he has seen bloody and cruel things. His father never said that he would not be allowed to go to the battlefield, and deliberately trained him to see bloody scenes.

However, even though he had seen many scenes of heavy casualties and strange and distorted death scenes, he was still terrified by the pictures in front of him.

The eerie white bones he saw were nothing compared to the stench of human nature.

"You're really—" Lan Yao stood up, his delicate face was full of disgust and resentment, "It makes me feel sick and want to vomit."

Albert's eyebrows moved slightly, and a small surprise flashed in his eyes.

In the past, none of the people he brought with him could stand up and keep calm after seeing his works.

Either they were directly frightened to collapse, or they no longer had the slightest strength.

Albert was a little puzzled.

He was so frightened that he knelt on the ground just now, but now he looks like he is not afraid of anything?

Albert didn't know that Lan Yao had never been afraid from the beginning to the end. The reason why he retched and knelt down was because of sadness, the pain of heartbreak.

He couldn't save the teenagers in front of him.

Looking at the scars on their bodies, and glancing at their supposedly bright eyes, Lan Yao was in pain and couldn't breathe, as if a knife was cutting up and down his body.

This pain is small and long, like the sand in the shoes that will never be poured out.

He knelt down for these teenagers who suffered great pain, for the tears at the corners of their eyes, never for Albert's inhuman means.

Albert tilted his head, looked at the brighter eyes of the boy in front of him and curled his lips.

However, that's fine too.

Only in this way can he enjoy his food better.

This further shows that his Coleran is a special existence.

Albert chuckled excitedly.

Lan Yao's eyes were burning with fire, and he stared at him firmly and with hatred.

Behind him were all kinds of inhuman corpses.

At this moment, those corpses tainted with a terrifying aura seemed to have become vivid teenagers, standing neatly behind Lan Yao, facing the inhuman Albert in front of him together.

Albert's red lips curved, and his breath was like a devil whispering: "Game, start."

(End of this chapter)