Monarch of Evernight

They did meet at that little bar in Beacon Town called Manche Sava.

Thousands of nights were impressed by the young girl who came and went in a hurry, not only because she was clean and pure, as if she could wash her soul away from the world, but also because the uncle Wang next to her had seen his secret and left a box of broken silver bullets.

That feeling is indescribable. There is a hint of familiar smell in the teenage girl. If it is some kind of underworld attraction, he can't help but want to get close and remember.

Yet the tranquillity of the last lifetime was broken in an instant.

A gloomy murderous blackout burst in, turning back suddenly for thousands of nights to see Zaren appearing at the top of one side of the valley.

The Viscount of the Blood is at this point in time, completely blind to the superior bloodline's appearance and elegance, as well as its unprecedented weakness. Obviously, after Zaren was severely wounded by the bullet, and although he did not know what secret was used to recover in a very short time, the long chase that followed left him devastated.

Thousands of nights instinctively pull their legs out, but just two steps away, they quickly pause and look up to the top of the valley.

Zaren stood still, not even paying attention to the thousand nights. His eyes turned to the girl by the water, his smile cruel and aggressive in the corner of his mouth, and even licked his slightly dry lips with the tip of his scarlet tongue, revealing a look of bloodlust, thirst and desire without disguise.

The girl stood up and looked slightly weaker and more petite. She had no idea that she was scared, opened a large pair of eyes, and the sky was carrying some child truth, looking with interest at the Viscount of the Blood, as if she saw a fresh and interesting toy.

Hearts sank suddenly at night.

He knew what Zaren's face meant, and the two camps had the deepest blood and ethnic hatred, but the aesthetics had recently been similar, and the Dark Races had always been known for their indulgence. If the girl falls into Zaren's hands, the end will surely be miserable.

Zaren rose up and landed slowly from the top of the valley, heading toward the young girl, his voice was dull and low, "I had no idea there was such a great place to have a descendant who would always obey me... ah, but now, now! It's a shame we only have a moment! ”

Zhao Ruoxi still looked at Zaren curiously, as if he had no idea what was going to happen. Instead, his eyes became more interested.

“Run!” Yell a thousand nights.

The voice was not set, and the thousand nights pounded directly at the young girl.

The girl's expression was confused and she asked, "Why are you running?” Her voice was as clean and clear as that night, as a wind chime under the porch.

Thousand nights he spit a dirty word, how can he explain to Zhao Ruoxi why? Tell her that the Viscount of Blood wants to rape and kill first, drain her blood and replenish her energy before continuing to hunt herself? Even if he wanted to talk, Zaren wouldn't give him this time.

Without waiting for the girl to say anything else, the thousand nights have fallen together, hugging her with great barbarity, and then rushing away!

The girl still has no fluctuations in the force at all. She can't even feel any of the ignition force nodes at night. For her, who is just an ordinary person, it would be better to hold her faster.

The girl suddenly lost her balance and was rushed to her upper body at a sudden high speed, reaching out unconsciously and holding her hands for thousands of nights.

Wide sleeves slip down the arms and the bare skin on the girl's hands clings to her neck for thousands of nights. She can clearly feel the hot body temperature, the powerful arteries, and the stiff muscles of silk, like steel, contracting slowly, then bursting violently, releasing tremendous energy like a volcanic eruption, driving her on high speeds.

Every step of the thousand nights is so powerful, the huge impact of emptying the moment squeezes the girl tightly against her body, while the moment of air gliding is extremely soothing, like a walk in the cloud.

This seemed like an unprecedented novel experience for a teenage girl, who watched the eyes of a thousand nights filled with excitement and joy, gathered on her eyebrows to sweep away the grief. Then she moved her body and twisted her head back and forth to see if anyone was catching up.

Seeing her so naive that she didn't know she was alive, anger poured out at night, slapping her on the ass, drinking: “Be honest with me! Don't move! ”

The girl whispered like a frightened kitten, immediately curled into a bunch and honestly buried in her arms for a thousand nights. After a short while, he looked up quietly and sneaked under his long eyelashes to see the thousand nights. She feels that the intense breath of life is being transmitted from every inch of her skin for thousands of nights, and it is this vitality that makes her want to come closer and closer.

There is nothing you can do about this pure, blank girl at night. Anyway, as long as you stop moving, let her go.

On the run, a thousand nights suddenly crossed a stride, shifted a few meters to the side, and gave way to a whirring force bomb.

Zaren was full of iron and blue. He hummed again, put away the gun and continued to chase. He knew that snipers were also masters of anti-sniping and had tried two failed attacks on the road, but could not have predicted with such precision that he could still avoid a single shot at a thousand nights when his strength was nearly exhausted.

When the girl heard the gunshot, she turned her head and looked back again, as if she felt no danger at all, her big eyes swept away on the Viscount of the Blood and even revealed a slightly shallow smile. Unexpectedly, she gave an eye to the air.

At this moment in the void, kilometers from the ground, two eyes look at them silently.

One of them was Uncle Wang, who had seen him at the Manche Savannah Bar for a thousand nights, and the other was a tall, skinny, eyebrow-eyed old man.

He had a white beard with no wind, his eyes open, and he was angry: "Don't stop me, my husband has to chop the little wolf! No, it's not enough to chop him once. I'm gonna bring him back to life, and then I'm gonna chop him again! ”

The lightning flashed on the elderly man, and countless lightning bolts overflowed from him, condensing into a sword weapon in the air, capable of manipulating the intangible lightning to such an exorbitant degree, is truly appalling.

The thunderous old man's eyes caught fire, staring at the thousand nights, and the hands of the thousand nights.

It was this hand that gratuitously patted the girl's buttocks and beat her a little honest. However, it seems that the young girl has begun to look to her right again and does not want to settle down.

Uncle Wang's face was helpless, his hands were stretched forward, and a translucent mask locked the thunderous old man inside. Hundreds of thunder weapons condensed out, all bombarded on the shield, and then vanished, and the shield was bombarded with uncertainty. But that seemingly thin shield of cicada wings was extraordinarily tough and never broken.

“Brother Zhao, calm down! Look, the lady didn't suffer much. Without us, the vampire couldn't move the lady at all...”

Old Thundering, Zhao's surname, glanced into his eyes and said angrily: “What do you mean he didn't get hurt? I'm not talking about that black bastard, I'm talking about that kid! Didn't you see what that kid just did? How dare he... how dare he... hum! ”

Old Thunder obviously felt that the matter was impossible to say, and Uncle Wang laughed and said: “That slap can't even kill a mosquito, what's the big deal? ”

Zhao's old man stared at his eyes and yelled: “Of course the slap is not heavy, but... but the tribe is wrong! This is definitely hitting me in the face! ”

"'That part of the lady doesn't seem to have anything to do with Zhao's face,' said Uncle Wang. ”

“How can it be okay? What a princess a lady is, a prince of the empire! He spanked the lady's ass, more than he hit me in the face of Zhao Valve...”

The old man was arguing in the air, and the pursuit underneath continued with tremendous tension.

Zaren, of course, persisted in his pursuit, bringing the distance up to hundreds of meters at a time. Suddenly, however, as he crossed a hillside filled with boulders, he slowed down and his consciousness remained firmly locked in front of him for a thousand nights, but his eyes began to sweep around.

The Viscount of the Blood, even if consumed severely and with acute perception, felt danger, as if a fierce beast were spying in the dark, even if it had not yet released its intent to kill. Though Zaren wants to turn his head at this moment, but reason still exists, the appearance of a powerless teenage girl in the wilderness is by no means unusual, and he certainly will not be afraid, but he has always stood guard against the appearance of another enemy.

A thousand nights ahead and a girl's figure suddenly disappeared from the horizon, and Zahlen rushed over quickly, hearing deafening water before reaching nearby. It is actually a cliff and a waterfall, the water is not wide, but the lag is huge, and the creek winds down here as a flying stream, striking out the broken jade of water flowers, and even the water fog evaporates.

The Viscount laughed. Did the boy think he could get away with the trace of water? He has remembered the smell of a thousand nights of blood in his previous traps, and unless he is faster than him and there is a chance of losing him, it will only take a moment to increase the search radius.

But now, Zaren's ready to catch the spy guy first. He leaned up to the sky and whistled, as if the whole person had swelled around in a blink of misty blood.

Blood blast!

Zaren has lost all patience with this pursuit and is ready for a quick battle. Now that the girl had entered his eyes, she must have, so whether it was the girl's escort, the accomplice of the thousand nights or the unlucky passers-by who snooped in, he decided to kill all those who dared to enter his sight.

The Viscount of the Blood seemed to recover to full height, and he rose up empty, passing through the rock slope like a smoke, pouring into the spreading herbaceous plants 100 meters away, and a scream sounded sharply.

Zaren held a distorted human body in his elevated right hand, bleeding down. He pulled a metal card with a chain out of his left hand and just glanced at it and threw it underground at will, "Ghostcord? Interesting. Aren't those grey rat-like killers? ”

And seeing a thousand nights jump into a waterfall with a teenage girl in her arms, the void is once again in chaos.

Old Thunder's roar echoed repeatedly: "Don't stop me, let me down! I'm gonna chop that blood-sucking bat. Ah, and that bastard boy! Wang, can't you see the lady is in danger? ”

“Miss is not in danger. I just saw her tell you not to move. ”

“Not even a little peeling, miss! ”

“Nor could her skin be rubbed. Well, that's such an interesting thing, I haven't seen it in years. Brother Zhao, be quiet, my shield is going to lose support. It'll break the lady's good, and you'll feel better. ”

Old man Thundering glanced at him: "What a good thing Miss... hmm? ”

This tone became very strange, and suddenly the thunderous floods that attacked the shield weakened.

“Ghostbusters? What are those grey rats doing in my Zhao Valve Territory? Get out of the way, I'll chop them all up! ”

“This is not Zhao Valve territory...”