Silent Crown - Chapter 106 Dungeon Gentleman

Tags: Douluo Continent, Crossing, System Stream, Invincible Stream, Relaxed, Funny, Goddess

Lin Feng travels across the Douluo Continent, playing the role of “star official” at the beginning.

As long as you stay here for ten years, you will be able to obtain the ultimate power in this world of Douluo.

He randomly distributes three lucky star feathers every day, starts the starlight challenge for the lucky ones, and distributes rewards.

Hu Liena: “Senior, I have received lucky star feathers many times in a row. I shouldn’t misunderstand that senior is interested in me. Please forgive me, senior!”

Bibi Dong: “Senior, I blamed me for missing the chance to accept the star official’s challenge for the first time, please give me another lucky star feather!”

Tang San: “Senior, I have obtained so many lucky star feathers before, but I was not able to accept the challenge from the star official. I accepted the challenge this time, but I failed to get a good reward. Can you give me another chance!”

Lin Feng: “I have said many times that the lucky star feathers are distributed randomly every day. The star feathers will automatically disappear at midnight on that day, and there will be no waiting when it expires!”

In this way, Lin Feng became the hottest figure in the entire Douluo Continent, because the original story line gradually shifted due to his appearance…

- Description from novelbuddy

Have you heard stories of love, love that would never waver for years, decades, centuries or even millenniums to come?But can you really call it love?To keep loving someone forever and ever can't be anything less than crazy, can it?This is one such story.A story of a crazy love.And it's also a story of ...Someone somewhere who wished to be saved.Someone somewhere who wished to be free.Someone somewhere who wished to be able to someday make a wish.It's a story that was supposed to be a fairytale but it turned too ugly, too twisted, and far too wretched to be called one.

…but it seems pretty doable.

[COMPLETE] Can a royal Romeo and Juliet find their happy ending?

Ayleth, Princess of Zenithra, is secretly trained in hand-to-hand combat, and collects swear words she doesn't know how to use. During the Festival of Peace, in which every royal son on the continent will be at the castle for a month, she is instructed by her parents to find a husband. Yet, Ayleth has never even been kissed—until the very first ball, when she meets the man in the Lion mask.

Etan is a seasoned warrior, and the Prince of Summitras. He attends the Festival hoping to find a powerful wife who will help him conquer the dark sorcery of their bloodsworn enemies, the Kingdom of Zenithra. But at the very first ball, he discovers the masked woman who captures his heart is the Heir to the evil empire.

Ayleth and Etan face an impossible battle. Will their love survive? Or will their parents' dark dealings keep them apart forever?

[Mature content. No sexual violence.]

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“You…” She stepped back. Then back again, her mouth dropped open. “You… You cannot be…”

“I am,” Etan said, and his hair raked back as he pushed his mask off his handsome face. So handsome her heart raced.

His hair was ebony black, his skin a warm brown that threatened to fade in in the winter months. He stared at her with glittering green eyes, over high cheekbones and a noble nose, his jaw tight and shadowed this late in the day. His chin was high over the pillar of his neck that she’d just touched with its hard lines and steel strength, so different to her own. And his chest... She gasped and covered her eyes. She’d humiliated herself revealing her stupid, childish curiosity.

“No, Ayleth. This changes nothing.”

“How can you say that? It changes everything!” She was horrified to realize she was crying.

“Ayleth, please.” His voice cracked on the plea and she stared at him, shoving her mask up and off, despite how it would pull her hair out of the beautiful twist the maid had managed for her.

His eyes locked on hers and she couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe.

She had met her One. And he was the son of her bloodsworn enemy.

She stared at him as he stepped forward again, offering both hands, palm up. “Touch me,” he whispered. “Hold my hands. This is real, Ayleth. I don’t know how it happened, but this is real. Please don’t deny it.”

She couldn’t resist. She raised a trembling hand to his cheek, letting her palm catch on the scruff of his jaw. He blew out a breath and put his hand over hers, and that jolt that happened whenever they touched shivered through her again.

“Please, Ayleth.”

“I cannot deny it,” she whispered.