A cold male voice echoed out, its tone as if frozen, carrying a chill and an air of killing intent.,As fresh air flowed into the room, a heavy stench also wafted out from under the door.,"The King, of course, is good. It's just that he's tired," her voice was soft, but crisp like a yellow oriole singing, tender and gentle, "Since the King is asleep, let's discuss anything else tomorrow."。