Monarch of Evernight

There was another question about the thousand nights, and he could not feel any fluctuations in the force from the girl, either the girl had not cultivated the force at all, or she had become powerful enough to make the thousand nights feel no fluctuations in the force at all.

It is obviously impossible for the latter, even a master such as Uncle Wang can hardly conceal his power. How can such a young girl have more powerful powers?

And it's very strange if it's the former. The real world of empires will never lack resources, and even a little talent in their children will be discovered. It is said that some families also possess secrets that can almost be described as countergenial, even if they do not have the gift of the Force, so long as they heap resources, they can produce extraordinary talents.

It is obvious that this young girl cannot be without talent, so she looks strange without the Force, and there must be something else in it.

Also, a familiar smell is hidden from teenagers at night.

Suddenly the girl laughed at herself. What about the girl? Even if the young girl did encounter any difficulties, the Pang family forces behind her could not solve the problem. What can he do for her if he is such a lowlife who struggles to survive in garbage and vicious beasts?

A bag of cash thrown out by a maid is enough for him to spend his life in the wilderness. Moreover, Yuwei was able to suppress the lawless Expeditionary Army, and instead of daring to rob it, he turned to him for further good.

But none of this makes any sense. Perhaps shortly afterwards, the dark blood on his body will be completely seized and turned into a corpse in the dump for dinner for the deserters and wild dogs.

Re-cover the crystal box for a thousand nights, blocking the power of the demonic silver bullet. If three precious demonic silver bullets are left naked, the power contained therein will continue to spill, dissipate in a matter of days, and the three bullets will become ordinary silver bullets. So all physical force bombs that complete perfusion need to be packed in special containers.

This crystal box is a top-of-the-line container that isolates virtually all spill-over forces and holds the bullets in it for a year! This crystal box alone is worth hundreds of Imperial gold coins. Previously, the Red Scorpion Regiment handed out a nuclear cartridge, allowing only one month for the nuclear cartridge inside. And over the course of the month, the power of the Force Bullet will continue to decline.

Force physical projectiles are all infused with their own force by practitioners of at least three levels, and equally need to be fired with a force gun. But because perfusion will slow down the process considerably, while preserving it is not easy, the average Red Scorpion warrior will only start perfusion before the war, and there is almost no trade in such ammunition on the market.

Load the demonic silver bullet back into the black silk bag at night and put it back on the shelf. Because of the dark blood in his body, he instinctively wanted to stay away from the three silver bullets. At this moment, the weakness brought about by the nightmare faded away, and his perceptions became acute again, and he heard some strange sounds next door.

It was the voice of a man and a woman, and the bed frame was creaking and groaning. Next door is Manche Sava's room, where you can hear the noise all night long and know that the cot, welded with horn iron, could collapse at any moment during a severe shock.

The woman was called hysterical, and the man should be the one-eyed man who seemed desperate to make his money worth it. In the room on the other side, there is a hint of noise, which is a person turning the other side, with a slight groan of ambiguity.

She's the only one in that room, and she's doing something.

Thousands of nights just don't hear, look around to find something else to do.

But moments later, there was a bang coming from Min 'er's room, when she wrathfully smashed the walls of the thousand bedrooms. If she doesn't respond for a while, she may be tired and quiet.

Now the night is still deep, but the thousand nights can no longer sleep. He settled his mind, went to bed and sat down. His mind gradually sank into his body and began to practice the Art of War.

At this moment, with the consciousness of a thousand nights, the force in the body impinges on the right hand's nuclear node like a tidal wave. These force angles in his body are clear, and each impact causes tearing pain at night.

After a thousand nights of shocks from an entire twenty rounds of the tidal waves of the force, it slowly converges the force and leads them back to the nodes on both sides of the chest abdomen. After finishing his work, he collapsed into bed for a thousand nights. It took a while to regain some energy.

I struggled to climb out of bed at night, and every inch of muscle and meridian all over me was burning like a fire. He looked at the alarm clock and had been practicing for three hours. It was 3: 00 in the middle of the night. The sound of physical shock continued to come from next door, and it seemed that the one-eyed man was determined to get the money back, but he just didn't know which woman was so unlucky.

After practicing the technique, the voice of the men and women next door had no effect on the thousand nights. He took off his sweat-soaked clothes, wetted the towel with cold water and wiped his body.

Thousands of nights, his head grew a few centimeters tall, he looked thin when wearing his coat, but after taking off his clothes, he could see that his whole body was evenly weighed against muscles filled with strength, the lines were as thick as steel wire, and there was no flesh. The scar on the chest is almost half a meter long, like a giant centipede on a plate.

After lighting the gas sea node, the force cultivated in this node was found to be particularly violent and difficult to control. If the Force now cultivated by Thousand Nights is a sharp knife, then the Force of other warriors is simply not opened.

Special forces make a thousand nights of tactical killing extra powerful, yet the corresponding training causes more pain and bodily harm than others. Though the technique can be cultivated to level 9, under the circumstances of the Thousand Nights, you are afraid that you will explode to death when you reach level 6.

Touch your left arm at night. There's also a scar here. It comes in a square shape with a palm size. This is a scar that burns itself for a thousand nights, because there was originally a tattoo in this position, a scorpion with only a red tail needle, and it was the emblem of the Red Scorpion Corps.

There were tens of millions of troops in the empire, and the Red Scorpion was crowded with just 10,000 men. Thousand Nights, though he squeezed into the Red Scorpion to the lowest standards, seemed like a lucky kid to outsiders. In fact, however, because of the wounds on the chest, the force cultivated at night is much more intense than normal. His pain and shock during the fourteenth round of the Force Tidal has been equivalent to the twentieth round of the Force Tidal for other warriors.

Among the Red Scorpion and several other elite regiments, there is also the title of King of War. Only those who can withstand thirty rounds of nuclear tides will receive this title. Looking at the Imperial Army as a whole, there can sometimes be a situation where not a single new king can emerge for a year. Traditionally, only the king of the army has been the head and deputy head of the Red Scorpion.

Thousand Nights once wondered, if his forces were not so fierce, would he also have the chance to be a soldier king?

It's only a pity that if it is, it will never become a reality. The Imperial Army has a high middle class, perhaps cruel but also fairest. The military only looks at the results, not the process. Thirty rounds is 30 rounds, and you can't discount a round. Whether the force is fierce as fire or gentle as water, it takes thirty rounds of tides to be a soldier king.

In the dark, a thousand nights suddenly sighed deeply. It's all over, and the Red Scorpion has become history forever. Like that iron-burned tattoo, all the glory, force, status, and comrades associated with the Red Scorpion are buried. In his heart, there was only one scar left.

After that fateful night, Thousand Nights knew that they could no longer live the lives of ordinary people.

Perhaps the only concern is the fate of Lin Xitang, but the lower continent is a completely different world for the upper and middle continents, and there is no news at all. Occasionally, you can only comfort yourself at night. If something serious happens to someone like Lin Shuai, even such a remote little place will one day pass on to you? So no news is the best news.

After coming to the mainland, the first thousand nights just wandered aimlessly until we walked into Lighthouse Town. He somehow fell in love with the place and decided to settle down and open the Manche Sauvignon with only a few silver coins in his pocket.

The natives of the town are cunning and simple, and they soon accepted the existence of a thousand nights, because the wine here is really good.

No one cares about his identity as long as the flavour of a thousand nights of wine remains the same, even if the thousand nights are authentic vampires, people will turn a blind eye.

Walk to the wall for a thousand nights, and there's a shiny sheet of steel, which is the mirror.

The people in the mirror made him feel a little strange. Throughout the year, the skin tone of the thousand nights gradually grew pale, the face changed slightly, and the eyebrows and facial contours became softer and softer. While the strength of the body has been significantly enhanced, some exaggerated muscles that were formerly strong converged, such as atomic alloy filaments, very thin but unusually strong.

At this point, there was a sudden sound of the walls being tapped and banged, and then the loud voice characteristic of the bald sheriff came in next to the heavy door: “Thousand nights, come and fix the town door for me! And you, Cyclops! I know you're here! Hope you haven't been squeezed dry this evening and can still move the steel pipe! ”

Next door came a single-eyed reluctant voice: "I'm not finished yet! ”

“If you don't come out, I'll blow your balls up!” The threat of a bald sheriff is always so direct and effective.

Quickly dressed for a thousand nights, he walked into the lobby and looked at the location of his bar's original gate, where bare doors didn't even leave a frame, but it was much easier to install an iron door than fixing a mechanically driven townhouse door.

He also walked out of the back hallway with a single eye. He had a naked upper body, dozens of scratches on the back of his front chest, and several deep blood spots!

At night, he saw the blood beads on his one-eyed body, his throat suddenly rolled up and down, and a sudden strong thirst almost made him moan.

“What's wrong with you, Thousand Nights?” One-eyed questioning is somewhat strange.

Thousand nights I smiled and said, "Nothing, I just envy you. ”

One-eyed laughing, some embarrassed to touch his head and say, "Min 'er, that bitch won't charge you at all if you want! I don't understand why you always say no to her. ”

“I have no money for her.” Thousands of nights seem to have heard no one-eyed words.

“You should try, she really won't charge you! ”

The bald sheriff interrupted them: "Cut the crap and come and help! I don't want to live in a town without gates at the start of the dark season. Fix the gate, you lucky bastards don't have to pay taxes this month. ”

Sheriff Zhang, always shaved his shiny bald head, and a giant belly can hold a calf. He was able to stabilize the sheriff's position in Lighthouse Town, mostly on the strength of his first-degree fighters and the powerful shotgun, in addition to being fair.

Cyclops and a thousand nights followed the sheriff to the warehouse, and moments later, they came together with a bundle of steel pipes to the city gate. By then, the sheriff had cleared the ruins and greeted them, and the three men had come to the door of the town that had been blown down.