Ice Ritual

Leng Po penetrated into a mindless western fantasy novel with deep sadomasochism and became the little follower of the vicious female supporting character, the first passerby to be cannon fodder. How precious life is, how hateful the characters in the plot are, She racked her brains to find ways to stay away from mental illness, seized the opportunity to practice hard, and vowed to reach the pinnacle of magic and achieve immortality. Nolan is the fourth prince of the Kingdom of Heman. He has not had the protection of his biological mother since he was a child. He can only cover his vest of the vindictive genius and pretend to be transparent to survive. He wanted to have a fiefdom, away from the filth of the palace, The problem is that the place he likes is cold and desolate, and no noble lady is willing to marry him. If you can't marry a princess, you won't get a fief. The conditions in the fief are bad and you can't get a wife. The fourth prince felt that life was like two southern walls, stuck in between and unable to move. Until she discovered Leng Po, she practiced hard and her low-key look looked like her other self. The ice magician will not be afraid of the cold. If he gives her all the ice elemental mines in his fiefdom and promises her the position of the only princess, I believe she will not refuse to marry him. Facing the proposed fourth prince, Leng Po quickly calculated the gains and losses in his mind. It is impossible for a woman not to marry. The fourth prince is upright and orderly, has a cold personality and talks little nonsense. If your status overwhelms the male protagonist, you can get a large fiefdom after getting married, and from then on you can live high and far. In a few years, he will have to participate in the jihad, and he will have enough free time to practice. If he doesn't get married, what else can he do? After getting married, Leng Po found out that he had been deceived. Under the cold coat of His Royal Highness, there was a golden-haired clinging heart hidden. The people in the territory are crying for food, and the war logistics are so busy that people are on their backs. Looking at the magic peak far away in the clouds, Leng Po silently swallowed a mouthful of old blood. Motto: Destiny is in your own hands