Monarch of Evernight

“Expeditionary Army... it doesn't matter, I just went in to take a look.” The sound then sounded clean and crystal clear, unspeakable and gentle, as if a breeze in the afternoon of the summer sun had blown the crystal wind chimes.

“If you insist, then give Old Slave some time and I'll clean up both the Expeditionary Army and the Blood Slave inside and you can go back inside. ”

“No! I'm just looking, there's no need to kill so many people! ”

“Okay.”

The doors of the bar were silently silently silenced, temperatures in the hall suddenly dropped by more than a dozen degrees, and all, including Expeditionary Warriors, found themselves suddenly incapacitated and only their eyes could spin.

A teenage girl walked into a bar.

Her body was slightly slim and delicate, and the black slim coat lined that stunning little face with a soft glow like the finest porcelain. She has big eyes, clean and pure. Those are eyes that don't belong in this messy, bloody, filthy world.

When she walked in, the whole of Manche Salvatore suddenly became pure earth, no longer cold, no longer dirty. All the changes come from this mysterious young girl, who seems to have a powerful power to wash her soul.

She seemed extraordinarily powerful and extremely weak, as if she could be blown to pieces as soon as the wind swept through the wilderness. The moment I saw her, a lot of people actually had heartache, like this sophisticated, pure girl who would crash at any moment.

Her eyes slowly swept through everyone in the bar, every corner, and no details were spared. In the thousands of nights she looked slightly bright and revealed a slight surprise, but then faded and sighed softly.

She said softly: “I thought the place called Mansh Savannah would be a little different... Alas! Maybe it's how much I care. Let's go, Uncle Wang. ”

As the young girl called, an elderly man with snowy silver hair appeared quietly beside her. He was actually standing next to a young girl, but everyone subconsciously ignored his existence.

The old man glanced at the young girl for a thousand nights and said, "This is just a normal bar, like all bars, where dirt is hidden. Maybe he just happens to know the word and has no idea what it really means. ”

The girl wrapped her coat and sighed softly: "Maybe! However, it is always a small surprise to see the word in abandoned places. ”

Uncle Wang smiled: “It's rare for a lady to like it, so let her share a little of your joy. A lucky kid, huh. ”

“Yeah, it's a lucky guy!” The girl said softly.

The young girl left the bar, and the old man took out a small bag of black velvet and put it on the bar, saying to the thousand nights, “Since you make the young lady happy, it's worth the reward, whatever you have on you. It's yours now. ”

When the elderly left, the people in the bar regained their mobility, but people still looked petrified and forgot to move and talk. The experience was like a nightmare. Girls, on the other hand, are the only sparkling light in the nightmare world.

His face was pale at night, his hands pressed against the black silk bag left by the old man, and it took a long time to open it and look inside.

It's filled with bags of Imperial Coins!

Dozens of Imperial Gold Coins are a tremendous and insane fortune in the wilderness.

In this lawless land, three silver coins can buy a life, and five silver coins can lift a dress for almost any woman. An Imperial Gold coin can be exchanged for an entire hundred silver coins. A simple Imperial Gold Coin cannot be spent, nothing is worth the last Imperial Gold Coin.

Gold coins did not dazzle the eye of a thousand nights, and his eyes stared dead at a crystal box half-burned in gold coins. With only three fingers wide, the crystal box is perfectly crafted with a rose-like flower engraved on its surface. Three silver bullets can be seen inside through the box cap.

The three bullet warheads were also made of clear crystals, flowing silver and white liquid, and a rose-like flower was engraved on the silver shell.

This unmanufactured silver bullet, which at first glance is a privatized force bullet of the Imperial Haumen family, has a special lethal effect on the Dark Race and is particularly horrific for the blood clan.

Seeing these three silver bullets, the face of the thousand nights suddenly turned white like paper, suddenly sweating in cold sweat, wet all over the clothes.

A lot of people in the bar are a little curious about what's in the black silk bag, probing, a lot of people show their greed, but they don't dare to really come forward. Curiosity and greed, while making people bold and crazy, can well converge in the face of the power of absolute disparities.

And the Imperial Army fighters let go of only half the food, silently formed a team, and escorted the blood slaves out of the bar.

An Imperial Army soldier walked up to the bar and coldly said: "Boy, you're lucky, but that old...”

He was gonna say, "What did the old man give you, show it to me?” But Liu Jiang interrupted me in the middle of the conversation.

The Colonel actually placed an Imperial Gold coin directly on the bar!

He sighed and said, "This is rice money. Your luck is really good, and it's cheering the big guy up. From now on, no one will disturb your business on the Expeditionary Force's side. But if you change your mind, you can always come to the Fortress of the Expeditionary Force. Remember my name, my name is Liu Jiang. You can go to Chu Hung or come to me. ”

Thinking about something for a thousand nights, he slowly said, "Thank you, I… will think about it. ”

Liu Jiang nodded and said, "Go!” Left the bar with an Expeditionary soldier.

At the gate, the bald sheriff had climbed out of the ruins. His face was stained, but he didn't wipe it. He just sat on a big rock, looked up at the sky and mumbled: “I knew it wasn't peaceful lately, I knew it...”

It's nightfall, the huge circle of full moon in the sky, the moon is red as blood!

Close the bar early for a thousand nights and save everyone money for the drink tonight. People are frightened and want to go back to bed early.

People are talking about how much money is in that little bag, and there's a lot of people talking about what Mansh Savannah is. But few people in town can even read, and no matter what they imagine, nothing will happen.

Inside the bar, looking at the flowers on the crystal magazine for a long time. The flower is not a rose, but a legendary flower, the Manche Salvatore.

Manche Savannah, also known as the flower of the other bank, is legendary to grow only in the underwater river, guiding the soul back to the other bank.

The night grew deeper, the town became quieter, and people entered the dreamland. The bald sheriff also went back to his house, turned himself over with half a kilo of bad spirits, and made a loud noise.

The gates of the town are still damaged, but it won't be for a few days to fix them. In fact, the walls of the town, which are less than five metres high, can block ordinary beasts and blood slaves.

But don't worry tonight, the Expeditionary Army apparently swept up the neighborhood in hopes of peace for ten and a half days.

As for wildlings, pioneers and adventurers in the eyes of powerful points, even a fine lighthouse town is no different from defenseless, and the Expeditionary Army and regular fighters of the Dark Race can easily raze the town to the ground. But that's not what bald sheriffs have to think about, and sheriffs are always open to things beyond their capabilities. He just couldn't see it, and there was nothing he could do.

He fell asleep at night and found himself in a quiet, deserted neighborhood in the shadows.

There are no lights, no one here, only his lonely footsteps echoing in the open streets. In the sky, there is a huge circle of blood, occupying the small half of the night sky.

He instinctively felt immense danger looming, but could not find any weapons on or around him. In a state of anxiety, he rushed to the side of the road and tried to pull out an iron pipe that was plugged into the ground. However, his hand just grabbed the iron pipe and suddenly leapt out of the darkness around him, howling and pounding!

Thousands of nights just feel so heavy that every move is a few times slower than usual. He couldn't stop it at all. He was knocked down by a blood slave, bitten around his neck, and his sharp teeth penetrated his aorta deeply!

Sit up all night long!

He gasped for a long time before realizing it was in his room. It was just a nightmare.

But this dream is so realistic and so clear, it feels just like it does when you stab your bloodsucking fangs in the neck. So much so that I knew it was just a dream, I couldn't bear to touch my neck.

Skin there is smooth, only fingers can be pressed onto it and two more, if any, bumps can be noticed. That's the wound the blood left him.

Thousands of nights' chests flutter and sweat.

Instead of lying in bed, he curled himself around the corner of the wall with a quilt. It is his habit to cultivate on the Continent of Everlasting Night to avoid being raided by the enemy in his sleep. And surprisingly, it can also, in turn, kill underhanded sneakers.

Standing up at night, I just felt weak and dizzy, I almost fell to the ground. He settled his mind, came to the shelf by the wall, picked up the black wire pocket, removed the crystal magazine from it, hesitated for a moment, and finally opened the magazine.

In the faint light, the warheads of the three silver bullets all emit a bleak light and are very rosy. As soon as the crystal box opens, it comes with a strong force scent.

Thousands of nights whispered to themselves: “It turns out… they're all Force Bullets. ”

He reached out and touched the nuclear silver bullet. As soon as his fingertips touched the bullet, he shouted softly. A small piece was burned immediately on his fingertips. And the liquid condensed by the force in the warhead also fluctuated violently, as if it could explode at any moment.

The reaction of the Force Silver Bullet gradually subsided after the hand was immediately retracted and no longer touched. He knew that the three were not ordinary atomic silver bombs, but were specifically designed for the blood clan's special demonic silver bombs, and that the people who made the three demonic bombs were even more extraordinary in terms of their resonance and agitation.

Looking at his hands for a thousand nights, his left hand was full of hazy light, and his right hand was wrapped in intense blood.

The young girl had the horrible power to see through falsehood in her eyes, and the uncle Wang next to her was a terrible master, fluctuating in force, one of the strongest he had ever seen in his life.

He left such a special box of demonic silver bullets in the Imperial Coins, apparently already breaking the mystery of a thousand nights, but for the sake of his bar called Mansh Savage, he didn't reveal it.

But what's so special about Manchester Savannah besides being the Empire's first famous gun? Can the old man, who wanted to purge the bar, just let go of the night that could be a black polluter?