Monarch of Evernight

The girl breathed deeply, her little breasts fluctuated violently, and there was an unusual enchantment in the greenery. A pair of bright, dark eyes traveled frighteningly between the thousand nights and the ground, saying: “I... I think we should have seen..."

"Where do you think we've met?” Though the young girl may have recognized herself, his surprise has not diminished by a few points.

After thousands of nights of adulthood due to the blood physique reasons change greatly, even the window years Song Zining will have to be tested before it can be confirmed, the intuition from the gift in front of the girl is really powerful enough to be creepy.

Girls struggle to muster courage and say hard: “It seems as if… when they were little. Once you gave me... bread. ”

“Hmm...” I wondered, "Are you in the white valve now? ”

The girl nodded: "I've been lucky lately, I met Sister Baek, and she took me back to the White House and gave me food, training and medicine. Blank shot, that's the name the Whites gave me. ”

“Lucky indeed.” Thousands of nights seemed careless to say, "I thought you weren't that young? ”

"After you left the dump, I stayed there for years, only to keep you from starving to death. Later, when I grew up and could go further, I left there and went wherever I had food. I haven't been to the White House for less than a year, and I didn't eat until I got into the White House. Didn't eat much these years, so didn't you grow up? ”

The young girl's voice was very calm and her divine colour slowly calmed down, just a few words more than a decade old.

All of a sudden, there was a silence between the two.

Still holding that seemingly casual position for a thousand nights, quietly looking at the blank photograph. And the girl, with her hands behind her back, lowered her head and looked only at her toes, as if she were a small animal, gave up her resistance in front of a powerful natural enemy, revealing critical areas and waiting to be slaughtered.

This is an unspeakable silence that suppresses people from wanting to scream.

A thousand long nights of exhalation, like a smile and not a smile: “Okay, good, very good, you didn't give me any reason to kill you. You don't even have a killing machine, that's rare. ”

The white light also relieved the breath, the small mouth pounded, although still that timid look, the pink lip line soothed out of the line looked very much like a smile.

"I'm not a person who likes to look back, so the past is over. If we meet again in the future, don't give me a reason to kill you. ”

“It won't.” The young girl said with great certainty.

A thousand nights of laughter suddenly deepened a little, "I'm in a bad mood for a reason. ”

Quietly silent in the blanks and silent again.

“Shit!” I turned around and left, and a dirty word popped out of my mouth.

She looked up at the back of the thousand nights in the blank and looked at them quietly. In her eyes, the thousand nights walked in a hurry and were not sufficiently well guarded to see that there were at least four or five opportunities in the past.

But she clenched her fist, her nails even cut open her palms, feeling wet and tired, but she still forced herself back to her head with the utmost willpower.

After walking out a distance, he suddenly turned around and saw that the blank photograph was still standing quietly and quietly. He shook his head to speed up his steps.

Years later, when we met again, the little girl was still amazed by the night. She was unaccompanied and had absolutely no peace of mind, but had no sense of hostility. After that, she was left to be slaughtered, almost making people think she really came to apologize.

Thousand Nights consciously makes it difficult, without reason, to strike at a man who has no hostility whatsoever. Besides, if he wants to go deeper, can he really kill that little girl in this state with an amazing fighting instinct? If not, give each other the opportunity.

This is also a rare skill, as if a blank gifted intuition always finds the opponent's weakness and then leans the situation in its own favorable direction.

When the blanks returned to the valley, Byron was commanding his men to barricade the bodies of the Dark Race together. Several stakes had been erected on the adjacent open spaces, and two captive blood families had been tied to them, and two white fighters were cutting a wound out of them and pouring a drop of silver into the wound.

When she saw the blank photo return, Byron hurried up and asked, "Miss Sky Photo, you look terrible. Are you okay? ”

He shook his head blankly and said, "I'm fine, I'm just going around. What do you think, you got a lead? ”

Byron shook his head: "No. Looks like the two bloodlines don't know anything either, so we have to keep searching. ”

"Now that they don't know anything, treat them well. Besides, I'm a little tired. Let's camp out here tonight. ”

Byron immediately instructed his subordinates to set up a camp account for Blank, who had been traveling with Blank for some time, and the little girl's bloody means had frightened him for a long time. Even if she doesn't have a very irregular relationship, Byron feels the future of this little girl is unlimited, and even if she doesn't, she must not be offended.

Pull the curtains and pour yourself a glass of water.

But the water in the cup was not calm at all, it was so turbulent, it even kept spilling out the edge of the cup, the blank photograph didn't reach the water, the chest was wet first. She turned her eyes in disquiet and found herself shaking uncontrollably at a moment when she could not figure out how many little hands had pierced her heart.

She immediately realized she was scared.

Fear is not a strange emotion, and blank photos never feel a little safe. It was the fear of danger that brought her all the way to this day in extremely harsh circumstances. But in the memory of a teenage girl, that fear is different.

She put the cup, which was still spilling, back on the table and subconsciously added a little strength to stabilize it, snapping, and the steel cup was squashed.

Press and hold the shaking right hand with your left hand in the blank and sit back, trying to figure out what you're really afraid of.

Is that the guy? The one she recognized at first sight.

Ever since childhood, blank photography shows that only she is most reliable, and if she suddenly comes up with any thoughts, it's true, other rigorous logic, rich reasons are all false.

So when intuition told him that the man was in danger of death, she went after him. The whole response process was risky, and although the killer had not been exposed from the start of the night, she knew that if one word was not correct, the muzzle just felt on the battlefield would instantly turn into a sword to pierce her heart.

But blank photographs also believe that a thousand nights won't really do it because she knows so much about people's hearts and minds and the killing power of her underage appearance on all kinds of people. But she's still scared and scared. Now, she's not so sure.

This was the first time she felt that her intuition was not enough, and she began to wonder why she had linked the Eagle Warrior to the little boy who had been in the dump many years earlier at the first sight.

It's those eyes! And suddenly lightning struck in her head, and at the same time she found out what she was afraid of, and it was his eyes!

Why is this happening?

Take a close look at the weapons, hands, feet, and body of a thousand nights in blank, details that determine the strength of a warrior. Rapid night action, strong body, extraordinarily powerful hands and legs, the pair of short guns and sparkling teeth were even more unusual and did not give her much of a strong feeling.

Thousands of nights' eyes are ordinary and may feel pretty in other people's eyes, but for blank photographs, it's not worth noting if you don't have an exotic eye. If you have to find something that makes her feel special, it may be extra clear, as if it were a crystal with almost no flaws.

But blank photographs are fear of these eyes.

Are you afraid of an imbecile that her instincts can't find, or of that calm, waveless, but by no means wild, angry look?

Blank photographs don't even remember how many people she killed. Saturation is the most important thing for her to live, and anything that prevents her should be cleared. Among the things that have been cleared, there are people of all shapes and dark races, and reactions vary. Surprised, cursed with evil, preferred to die, and fought her blood to the end. Blank photos also saw more than one real tough guy, broken hands and legs still talking about the wind, fighting as usual. Eventually, they all died under her command.

Girls have always believed that human beings, or all life, are divided into two categories. That's what we can kill now, and that's what we can kill in the future. So what is the state of the opponent, how determined is the will, has no effect on her.

But it doesn't explain why she remembers a small thing so many years ago and is still afraid of those eyes.

Girls don't know how long they've been pondering and can't find the final answer. She only knew one thing, and if it happened again that year, that person would not hesitate to pull the trigger.

More than a decade later, she changed, and so did he.

Blank photos stayed up all night.

In the distant wilderness, kneeling on a rock at night, overlooking the canyon below. Nor was he sleepy, and his heart was pouring with killing machines, and he could not speak out of discomfort. In his heart, there was always a voice echoing, turning back immediately, killing blank photographs in order to endure the aftermath.

Thousands of nights keep their troubles under control, and since he was invaded by black blood, he has particularly disliked uncontrollable emotions, which can cause him to lose his mind and fall into a dark fear.

He was also curious as to why such intense killings of young girls had surfaced only after their departure. In fact, when they were both children, they were too young to know exactly what they were doing. The second time they met, there was no conflict, and if malice had to be found, he had targeted the girl several times on the battlefield.

If you think about it, that kind of killing seems to be an animosity branded in life's instincts.

The killing machine drowned the mood for a thousand nights, so it didn't take long to suppress the urge to go back and hunt for blank photos. And he had a very paradoxical feeling that with the creepy gift intuition of the little girl, she would be empty if she went now, but if she didn't, she wouldn't move in the valley.

The thousand nights shake their heads in the cool night breeze, shake off all kinds of near-absurd ideas, and begin to climb and leap in the mountains. Since he couldn't sleep, he walked around to see if any unlucky Dark Warriors would hit him at gunpoint.

The unlucky Dark Warrior did not see, but found two unlucky beasts.

It's a canyon on the adjacent beach, half-waisted steep walls, with a natural cave where two giant pythons are lazily swimming.