Monarch of Evernight

Wei broke Tianxin knew that reason was simply untenable. Whatever he did at night, he could not resist the fact that he had become a blood family. When the Empire meets the Dark Race, it always kills first. The camp overwhelms everything, a natural consequence of thousands of years of bloodshed.

There can be no survival of any dark race on imperial soil. This is a legacy of the Empire Founding Emperor and an oath that successive emperors will recite at the inaugural ceremony.

And Wei Baotian thought of something more serious. Thousand nights from Red Scorpion, the authority is quite high. If such a person were to join the perpetual night camp, the harm would be immense. So whether or not the Thousand Nights really join the Dark Race, once the Empire knows that the Thousand Nights are still alive and become a blood tribe, it will do whatever it takes to hunt for them, maybe the people they hunt are from the Red Scorpion!

Wei broke heaven still raised his head and firmly welcomed the eyes of White Dragon Armor! But when he was about to say something, White Dragon Armor suddenly raised his hand and stopped what he was going to say.

White Dragon Armor stretched out a bullet and a few drops of blood on his fingertips flew into the night. He killed himself and said, "Didn't Lin Qianni die in action? The Imperial Army doesn't make mistakes, so you must be mistaken tonight. ”

Wei Futian can hardly believe his ears!

He was surprised and jumped, but didn't know what to say. He just smiled. He even said: "I was wrong about people, I was wrong about people! ”

White Dragon Armor shook his head and said helplessly, "Wei Hou I hero, how did you have such a son? Alas!”

Wei Xiaotian just smiled silly, he was still not dead, looked around.

White Dragon Armor smiled lightly, “Don't worry, he's still alive. ”

Wei Baotian grabbed his head, um, let go of his heart a little, listened to White Dragon Armor, at least his life was safe at night. He suddenly thought of something. His face sank. The words "Lin Shuai...” were a bit bitten by him.

Bai Longjia picked out the eyebrows. He knew that after Wei Fengtian picked the new recruit in the army Bi Gui Guan and officially became Prince Bo Hou of the Far East Wei family, he used family authority to check Lin Qiannight's file. Looking at Wei Futian's reaction now, did he hear something? Even though the Wei family has been stubborn for many years, no one in the tribe has ever been commanded again, but the influence of the army is still insignificant. Such a secret thing can actually find traces of the spider.

However, the Bai family and Lin Xitang are not in harmony, and they have not even done their superficial kung fu. Bai Longjia did not want the neutral Wei family to be inclined towards each other. Wei Futian, now the son of the Wei family, suffered and reacted today, reflecting on his future tongue.

Now he's just sayin ', “Whatever you've heard, it's a rumor until you don't have the authority to prove it. ”

“Permissions?” Wei broke the sky and repeated the word Bai Longjia aggravated the tone.

“Permissions. Just as your casualty indicators can kill the guys who were just under the Major, I can execute their superiors directly along with the entire battalion. That's permissions.” White Dragon A's breath is normal, as in Su Li, pointing to Wei Breaking Tian Gong method.

Wei broke the sky for a short while before hurrying to catch up with White Dragon Armor. The two went along Long Street.

In the twilight of the mist not yet dispersed, the voice of Wei Daotian came from afar: “General Bai! Let me see, there are no more handsome men in the whole Folding Angel! Not even women! ”

Just hear the bang, the white dragon armor seems to have hit something.

He was furious: "Wei Futian! Go back and learn how to kiss my ass! ”

Wei Baotian seemed stunned and foolish: “Is it not the best butt or the truth? That's what I really think. Look who's who, you look like a pussy! I can't get used to him...”

As for the one who, who, has always been the Dead Opponent of the White Dragon Armor in the Folding Angel.

Listen to Wei Futian. Bai Longjia was silent for half a day. Finally, he only said: "Oh, my God!” I don't know who he's yelling at.

Wei broke Tian's butt, but he unconsciously fell on him.

As we approached the Expeditionary Army Camp, Wei broke the sky and set aside the slippery, murderous animation, saying: "General, do you want to teach these Expeditionary Army scum a lesson? ”

White Dragon Armor stared at the barracks crawling in twilight and said, "You can't blame them, either. They didn't identify us in the cooperating action directives they got. And tonight it is said that there will be a big man from the perpetual night camp entering Dark Blood City. These expeditionaries were clearly frightened. ”

“Big shot? ”

“A member of the Evening Parliament. ”

Take a breath of cool air when Wei Daodun! The Everlasting Night Parliament is the highest deliberative body in the dark world, and every member of parliament is a formidable horror. The movement of every Member of Parliament can affect the situation on one side. How did a big man like that get to a poor country like Dark Blood City?

Seems to guess Wei Futian's question, Bai Longjia immediately said: “You should not know why he came. It's not good for you to know too much. ”

In this way, Wei Futian has some idea why the Expeditionary Army is doing this. Expeditionary military turtles are indeed a way to shrink if members of the Evening Council are present. No one in this dark world, second only to the Great King, would be free to target ethnic civilians.

The senator must have come for a purpose, and when he has done so, he will leave. But if the Expeditionary Army provoked him, he wouldn't mind killing tens of thousands of people.

But it is clear that Wei is still unable to understand this act of greed and fear of death. Unexpectedly, however, White Dragon Armor, which normally behaves in an unusually extreme manner, does not seem surprised and angry at all.

Wei was unable to hide in Heaven's heart, and questioned it at the moment.

White Dragon Armor said softly: "You and I are soldiers, but the Expeditionary Army is different. For many of them, this is just a job. You can make less money and do more to work, but you won't let them pay for a job. ”

Wei Baotian is very incomprehensible, but he doesn't ask any more questions, he only notes silently in his heart. But the reaction always slowed him down, and he remembered something serious, and he almost jumped: “Isn't the senator coming tonight? Then what?”

White Dragon Ko looked at Wei Futian with a smile and said, “Did you think of this now? Rest assured, no matter what you do, it's not your turn to fight a congressman forever. ”

Wei Baotian said, “I just want to die, it's useless! ”

The White Dragon Armor looked at the deep night and said, "Rest assured, there will naturally be someone to ‘greet’ the senator. ”

Wei Fengtian saw that White Dragon Armor looked strange. He couldn't help but guess who that person would really be, so that White Dragon Armor could reveal such an unusual look. But since he is qualified to intercept the Congressman of Everlasting Night, the origins of the big man must have been astounding.

Wei broke Tian's head and could not have imagined. At this moment, outside the Dark Blood City, in the wilderness, he greeted the congressman of eternal night. He was a young girl who seemed weak enough to withstand the night wind.

As soon as she attacked her skirt, she danced in the wind, and her hair floated with the wind.

On dark nights, she was so pure and pure, as if her skin was glowing softly. But she's also so thin and thin that even the slightest night wind blows her brows slightly.

She has a unique temperament that belongs only to her.

In this lonely, cold, rugged world, a young girl is like a flower, only quietly open at night. Yet the appearance was so exhilarating, as if the next moment had passed.

Where she is, the world turns black and white. Everything was dark, and she was thin white. The only color comes from her lips. But that faded lip color, as if the world had condensed a little bit of sadness, each slightest twitch would lead to the most fragile heartache.

This is an unforgettable young girl, a young girl who used to show up at the Manche Sauvignon a thousand nights ago.

At this moment, in the void opposite her, floating an old man in a black robe. The old man had a knife face with deep dips in the corners of his eyes and mouth, a pair of light grey eyes like two doors to hell, always sucking in the soul of man.

He looked closely at the girl and looked past, and the light that wrapped the girl's blisters fluttered.

The old man finally moved and asked in a strange, jade friction: “You are..."

“Zhao Ruoxi.” Girls' voices also have a fantastic and untrue feeling.

Everything she exists is bubbly and crumbles with a touch.

The old man's eyes drifted further down, slowly saying, "I am a poetry map. If you dare to wait for me here, you should know who I am. Let me through, I'll confirm a message and I'll leave. ”

“Sorry, that's all you have to do. You can't go any further.” Zhao Ruoxi said.

The old man's black robe suddenly hunted and rolled up, and then the whole wilderness wind seemed to have souls, the air currents converging from all sides, the whistling sounds far near the heights and lowlands, and within dozens of kilometers around the two, an invisible giant wind vortex was slowly forming.

The poetry opens its arms as if to embrace a young girl remotely, whispering like an ornament: “Then come on, girl, let me see what stops me! ”

“As you wish. ”

Zhao Ruoxi suddenly had an extra gun in his hand!

It's an old-fashioned firearm, barrel and grip gold wrapped in a flourishing pattern. Girl's fingers are gently pressed against the hammer like an Italian shaped hammer, and her radiant skin is no lighter than a mysterious silver color. Most notably, however, the petal's stretched red flower is blooming brightly and vibrantly with a breath of life, not at all like a sculpture.

Poetry diagram's pupils suddenly contracted! As a member of the Everlasting Night Council, he would certainly not recognize this gun, one of the ten most famous guns, in the hands of the Empire, Manche Sahua, which blooms only on the banks of the river!

“It's you! You're the owner of the Mansh Savannah generation! Someone in the Empire can use this gun again! ”

The poetry chart was shocking, and Mansh Savage was famous for his famous guns. Although the gun has been in the hands of the Empire for a thousand years, it has been unusable for much of the time and has been in seal for a long time. It never occurred to me that on this night it appeared in the hands of a foamy, pure and fragile girl.

At this time, Zhao Ruoxi grabbed the barrel with a small pair of hands and pulled the trigger as hard as he could!

At the mouth of Mansch Savage, a glimmer of spectacular light is sprayed, fading like a candle fire in the wind, or even hard to spot if you don't look closely.

However, the space around the poetry chart suddenly changed, the raging wind that had torn the eardrum sometime disappeared, returning to the serenity of the night was thick and substantial, and even swung like a wave of water.

Suddenly a great fear appeared in the heart of the poetry map, it was not the night, but the waters of the river! Indeed, in the ripples, the bloody flowers of the other shore open quietly, they sway silently, guiding the wandering soul in the direction of home.

The poetry picture thinks of dodging, but finds itself completely immobile!

And a near-clear crystalline bullet is gliding through the night and shooting into the river.

“No!!” In his shouts, the bullet struck the river, the flowers on the other side of the river swaying like dancers, and a lane crack appeared on the solidified scenery, like a shattered mirror!

Poetry charts are also part of this landscape and are also broken!

Divided into dozens of pieces of poetry, the diagram twisted and blurred, like a black smoke, and re-spelled into a complete human form. But his face was pale and he suddenly bled out his mouth, and then he left without saying a word.

His figure flashed in the void, each time a black aperture appeared between the extinctions, suddenly leaving.

Zhao Ruoxi's face is as pale as ever, and now even a pale lip tone is almost transparent. It's like she's in a faded world, where there's only black and white.

She slowly closed her eyes and fell backwards, her little body floating like a petal, falling into the rain of flowers on the other side of the earth at night.

Uncle Wang appeared silently and silently. He caught Zhao Ruoxi, who had nothing, and instantly went away.

The wind vortex is not yet exhausted, whimpering in the wilderness, and the final Manche Savannah falls from nothing, like a flaming star's path, without knowing where it is. Only the river is still raging and singing.