His eyes were sharp, his sword eyebrows raised, his eyes deep and piercing. Between thick lashes, his jet-black pupils resembled a pool of ice water, emitting a coldness that could almost freeze a person solid.,Lifting my eyes, I saw a large patch of marks on the wall. Suddenly, I remembered being covered with a blindfold at that time. There was a bridesmaid who wanted to congratulate me, and then there was a loud bang.,"The King, of course, is good. It's just that he's tired," her voice was soft, but crisp like a yellow oriole singing, tender and gentle, "Since the King is asleep, let's discuss anything else tomorrow."。