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I was taken to the territory of the Golden Dragon Clan like this. The innate skill of the Golden Dragon Clan is a seal. They gave me a seal to restrict my movement and voice, so that I could only be a puppet doll at their mercy.
I guess because of the Dragon Balls that Alfred left me, the seal didn't fully work, I could still move, but couldn't make a sound. I pretended to be completely under control, waiting for an opportunity to find a way to escape.
Anfir and I were locked in two rooms, one south and one north. She is a backup bride, in case I run away and other emergencies, she can only return with the people from the palace if the ceremony is successfully completed.
The wedding ceremony was scheduled for moonrise on the third day, and I could often hear the familiar sound of the dragon flapping its wings and see huge shadows passing through the window. The caretaker told me that it was other dragons who had come to the ceremony.
On the evening of the third day I finally saw the so-called "groom", who is said to be one of the sons of the patriarch of the Jinlong clan.
He appeared in human form, which is not good-looking. After I saw him, I seriously thought about whether I should continue with him if Afu's human figure is so ugly.
Then I made up my mind - if it was Ava, I wouldn't leave him even if the human form was ten times more ugly than this - the big deal was to let him appear in the form of a dragon, anyway, he was beautiful and majestic in the form of a dragon, I just looked at him like.
The groom looked at me as if he were looking at an inanimate object, and there was no emotional fluctuation in the turbid dark-gold beast pupils.
I honestly followed their instructions to the ceremony site like any qualified puppet doll, and then secretly screamed that there were at least 200 dragons present, and the guards of the golden dragons guarded the Quartet, and I did not even have a dragon. However, if you want to escape from here, it is undoubtedly difficult to reach the sky.
I have been walking behind the golden dragon bridegroom, and followed him to the high ceremony platform. The angle here is very good, and I can have a panoramic view of the scene.
The dragons below all turned into human figures and greeted each other. The long table was filled with various fruits and vegetables, cooked delicious meat and countless fine wines. Their food utensils are larger than those of humans, except that they are not much different from human banquets.
The sky is getting darker and darker, and the time for the ceremony to start is getting closer and closer, and the purple-red sunset fills the entire sky in the west. The originally noisy venue gradually quieted down, as if waiting for someone to come. The person in charge of the Golden Dragon Clan glanced anxiously at the golden watch in his arms from time to time.
There was a neat sound of flapping wings from the horizon, from far to near. I glanced out of the corner of my eye and saw only a group of ice-blue dragons fluttering their wings. Before I could see the appearance of each dragon, I saw them all descending into the open space in front of the venue and turned into human figures—followed by two A total of eight dragons seemed to be the escort team. They were all dressed in silver and dark blue military uniforms.
I wondered where they hid their clothes, shoes, and swords when they were in the form of dragons, and then turned my eyes to the person in the lead.
He was wearing a military uniform of the same color and a silver cloak with a dark blue lining. His long hair was scattered on the cloak. His hair color was extremely luxurious silver.
He kept his eyes closed, but walked firmly towards the first place. The other dragon races present stood up and saluted him, and I heard someone respectfully call him "His Royal Highness the Ice Emperor".
I felt my heart stop for two beats.
Then I heard the familiar voice that had been separated for two years, cold and mellow, just like the iceberry wine in the early spring in my memory.
He said to those people, "No gift."
I must have forgotten to breathe at that moment.
Maybe it was because my eyes were too focused and hot, I saw him open his eyes, glanced over the ceremony table, swept across my face, then lowered his head nonchalantly, and sat down on the main seat of the venue with a relaxed expression.
I saw those icy blue eyes, icy cold and beautiful, but without the slightest expression.
My heart seemed to be run over by a thousand tiny needles—I thought about many possibilities, but never thought it would be.
My alf, he can't see.
The author has something to say: Originally, there could be more routines and abuse here... However, the author thinks that this world should be less routine and more sincere - in fact, I am too lazy to use routines. So in the next chapter, we will omit the classic dog-blood routines that can't be loved, let's just sweeten it up! Then this article can be finished :)