Looking at Akira wrapped in ice, Solanda felt an unexpected sense of satisfaction - from this point of view, there was no pain on Princess Sandride's face, it seemed as if she had known her plan for a long time, but she accepted it, no longer fighting for survival, no matter what bad things she had done before, she just wanted to rest in peace now.

But bad people don't deserve rest.

A cruel smile flashed in Solanda's eyes.

Freezing was a good idea, and she had deceived Akira, but time would not stop, the sun would rise and set every day, and as long as the person who cursed her did not die, she would still suffer from the sword piercing her heart every day, and she could not sit comfortably or soothe the festering and itchy wounds in the night, and best of all, she would no longer whine at the waist of her neck, and Solandar would no longer have to listen to her curses and screams.

I'm the dividing line*******

The cave was filled with the screams of the Ice Spider King's silk, swirling and stirring in all directions.

In an ice cave far away from the Ice Spider King's battlefield, Prince Matt snorted weakly and tried to turn over, but failed. Crimson blood flowed from the crook of his arm, down a thin, soft tube and into the woman on the other bed.

How many days is this?

The prince turned his head to look at the woman, her face not much different from when he first arrived, she was dying, or rather dead, but the man who called himself Ivan the Cursed would not admit it.

It was a small, narrow cavern, arranged in the shape of a room, with its walls hewn flat and containing two doors that barely called beds. There were bones scattered on the ground, probably left behind by those who had accidentally broken into the Abyss of Frozen Shadows, and Matt didn't like staring at them any more than he liked ice spiders.

There were some light holes in the opposite wall that were once used to place beams, but since Ivan found the Ice Spider King, its magical ice silk has replaced the wooden beams. There was also a jagged hole in the wall with jagged edges, from which a passage could be seen that connected the outer wall of the cave where Ivan was and the dark halls that led in all directions. The trail was unusually narrow and filled with suffocating ice and dust, and Ivan the Damned had just stepped out of it because it was so unpleasant outside that he had to go out to quell the commotion himself.

Prince Matt moved the big toe of his left foot, and fortunately, it was still there, and then the other foot.

I don't know if I'll be able to escape at this moment.

He tried his best, but he felt as stiff as a popsicle, and his muscles were pale and weak from the freezing air in the ice cave, unable to move his tendons to work in harmony, as if it had been a long century before the prince separated his upper body from the bed.

Because of the violent awakening, Matt only felt that his eyes were black and the sky was spinning, and a wave of nausea came up, and his chest was stuffed with cotton wool bumps.

After sitting up, Matt's gaze unconsciously fell on the woman's face. She was beautiful and pale, with thick eyebrows and the same sky-blue curls as herself, and Ivan wouldn't say who she was, but Matt knew that she must be of his own blood, and judging by the way the cursed ones were nervous about her, she must be a princess of noble status.

In fact, if it was just to save people, Matt never refused anyone, his magic was attached to the blood, any disease, any injury, as long as he drank a drop of the prince's blood can be cured. Matt is a kind-hearted man who is always responsive to those who come to him for help, he is the pride and treasure of the Icemarsh Country, but at the same time he is also a poor man, the prince Yan Zòng, who has been in a state of blood loss for a long time, is stunted, and he is already twenty years old, but he looks only the size of a teenager.

Ivan the Cursed kidnapped Matt when he was on a trip and took him to the Abyss of Frozen Shadows, saying that he was curing his lover, but here Matt found that he needed more than just a drop of blood - Ivan's lover had long since lost her breath of life, but he wishfully thought that she was sick, and somehow got a strange set of strange instruments that would flash small red dots and put them among them, and he drew the prince's blood every three days, and each time he passed out, watching his blood flow into the body of the dying man, He felt helpless that his life had been stolen.

Helping others to survive is Matt's lifelong credo, and as long as the recipient can live, he will not complain about how much he suffers. But the woman in front of her obviously can't live, which is a waste of resources. He must flee, there is only one word difference between the saint and the dead, but there is a difference between wisdom and foolishness

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