Once you become a female supporting role, you will be killed by the devil

Chapter 133: Tsk tsk, so generous

And right in the center of that extremely aged face, the corners of his once shrunken and wrinkled mouth moved incredibly slightly. The amplitude of this tremor was so tiny it was almost negligible, like the tiny ripples caused by a feather gently brushing across the surface of a calm lake. But even so faint, it still rose slowly, almost imperceptibly.

Although this movement seemed insignificant, completing this simple change of expression was actually quite difficult for this dying body. Every twitch of his muscles seemed to exhaust his remaining strength, and it took a huge effort to barely outline that eerie arc of expression that was neither there nor there, a smile.

Yet, it was precisely this smile, whose meaning was so inscrutable that it failed to bring even the slightest sense of intimacy to those around it. Instead, it instilled a deep sense of vigilance in those fortunate enough to witness it. Their gazes were fixed on that enigmatic smile, their heartbeats racing, their breathing quickening. At the same time, an impulse to distance themselves from the person before them surged, as if any closer would engulf them in some unknown danger.

Looking out into the distance, at the end of the line of sight, a figure stood alone, seemingly at odds with the world around it. It was him, standing there alone, his loneliness evoking pity. He stood there motionless, like a statue, yet exuded a strange aura.

That aura is like an unfathomable fog, mysterious and elusive, leaving no one able to find the right words to describe or define it, racking their brains. It seems to be there and not there, sometimes strong, sometimes thin, ever-changing and unpredictable.

At first glance, he appears unfailingly courteous and modest. His smile elicits a perfectly balanced upturn, his eyes gentle and kind, and his manners exude an air of grace and grace. However, a moment's scrutiny reveals this as superficial politeness. This politeness, like a thin, veiled veil, appears welcoming and endearing, but in reality, it serves as an invisible barrier, separating those around him from himself. This barrier, invisible and intangible, is indestructible, rendering it impossible for anyone to cross even a single step, remaining a thousand miles away from him, unable to truly enter his inner world.

He was like a towering, majestic, and magnificent iceberg, reaching into the sky, standing firmly between heaven and earth. This iceberg was so tall that it was breathtaking, its peak almost touching the sky, and the clouds and mist swirling around it added a bit of mystery.

From afar, its appearance appears remarkably tranquil and peaceful, like a mirror-smooth lake, without the slightest ripple or heave. Whether the wind howls or the rain pours down, nothing can stir up even the slightest ripple on its surface, as if the passage of time has had no effect on it, and it remains forever calm and composed.

Yet, beneath this seemingly impenetrable, indifferent, thick layer of ice lies a chilling coldness that penetrates the very bone and chills the heart. Like a venomous snake lurking in the darkness, this chill spreads silently, freezing everything it touches. This chill doesn't merely linger on the surface of the skin; it penetrates directly into the body, reaching deep into the soul, leaving one's hair standing on end and instilling fear.

At that moment, a deep, muffled sound suddenly emanated from the old turtle's throat. At first, the sound was subtle, like the rustling of leaves in the breeze, but as time went on, it grew in volume, eventually becoming like the rumbling thunder of a summer afternoon, echoing endlessly in the previously silent space. Each sound seemed to carry a tremendous force, shaking the surrounding air slightly.

Then, as if driven by an invisible force, it coughed twice more. The coughs echoed in the silent air, carrying an indescribable tremor and weakness. Each cough was like a heavy hammer, striking at the heartstrings and causing a wrenching pain. The sound itself was hoarse, as if squeezed from a worn-out bellows, dry and harsh.

It seemed as if those two coughs had exhausted all its strength. Like a dying oil lamp, it struggled mightily to cough out all the turbid air accumulated deep in its throat. However, despite its struggle, it could not completely escape the heavy feeling of oppression.

At that moment, his cloudy eyes shifted slightly. Like two dusty gemstones, devoid of their former brilliance, they rolled feebly deep within their sockets. At the same time, he lowered his already hoarse voice slightly, as if afraid his words would disturb the air around him.

Then, deliberately speaking in a voice that only the two of them could clearly hear, he spoke slowly, word by word, "I heard that the Sixth Prince proposed for this marriage is a frail and sickly man, and even the King of the ancient West Coast Kingdom dislikes him. He's been frail since childhood, often bedridden, requiring constant medication. It's said his condition fluctuates, like a candle in the wind, threatening to go out at any moment. How could such a man be worthy of you, the distinguished Princess of the South Sea Kingdom?"

Having said this, he paused briefly, gazing deeply at the woman before him, and continued, "You are now the noble Princess of the South Sea Kingdom, a position of incomparable respect. As a Princess, it is perfectly normal for you to have some personal belongings and people who can protect you. These things will not only give you something to rely on when facing unknown dangers, but will also demonstrate your dignity and bearing as a Princess. Therefore, I hope that Princess will make plans early!"

Then, a jaw-dropping spectacle unfolded before their eyes! A faint, almost aura of light slowly emanated from the ancient turtle's body. This light, like the wispy mist drifting across a tranquil lake at dawn, was as gentle as a feather, silently and completely enveloping its immense body.