Iron Will of The Masked Warrior Chapter 104

The smile of the barbarian envoy kept twisting in Landon Chang's eyes, with a hint of unspeakable mystery. It was exactly the same as Hugel's expression when he poured a curse into his ears before he died. It deposited thousands of years of history between the eighteen tribes and the world. Fighting, fighting with others, and the hatred for survival.

Landon Chang stared closely at the silver cup in the third prince's hand, and his whole body seemed to be weighed down by a thousand kilograms of shackles. However, to outsiders, he only made no sound for a moment.

After a moment, Landon Chang raised his hand in full view of everyone, with almost no blood on his slightly thin lips, and still elegantly and calmly took a wine glass from the hand of a waiter next to him.

Anyone with long eyes could tell that King Yan had really just been ill. The blood in his hands was as thin as his cheeks, and the fingers holding the cup were still trembling unnoticeably. He lowered his eyes and touched the third prince's silver cup lightly. , said coldly: "Third Prince, please take care of yourself. I have been taking medicine recently, and I am too drunk to drink. When the eighteen tribes will bring this year's annual tribute, you and I will have the opportunity to have a good drink again."

The third prince stared at him through his double eyes. Landon Chang touched his lips with the wine in the cup, then threw the silver cup aside and walked past the barbarian envoy without looking back.