Monarch of Evernight

Thousand Nights asked, "Are you human? ”

“Of course. Why, do you have a last word?” Li's eyes revealed a little unexpected after a thousand nights in the war. He didn't seem to think that he was chasing a human race.

“If you are a human race, why do you serve the Dark Race? ”

Li Zhang picked out his eyebrows and seemed surprised to hear such an interrogation, but he appeared to be particularly patient and replied: “This is not about effectiveness, it is about cooperation. Both parties take what they need. ”

“Take what you need?” A thousand nights of laughter, "do you know what this cooperation brings to the Dark Race? What kind of benefits can you exchange that are comparable to what you give out? ”

Li Zheng glanced at him and said, “This is not something I care about. All I care about now is taking you to your master. If you don't resist and come with me, I will take you back alive. If you resist, I will take your body back, all the same. ”

Thousand nights, the peanuts pointed at Li's battle, but at the same time, Kacha sounded slightly, not knowing when he had taken out the physical bullet of the Force, and then pressed it into the magazine in the lifting room.

Li Wuenton killed Dasheng.

He was not a talker, but the city was too weird. When he entered the city, he joined the three of his companions, but after turning a few blocks, he scattered silently in the mist. This situation is absolutely abnormal. They are veterans of hundreds of wars, and they are always vigilant about what is going on around them. How can such mistakes be made?

Therefore, when Li Zheng saw Thousand Nights, and found that he was actually a personal race, he couldn't help but say two more words. There was also a slight sense of probing wind in it, but he didn't want to be made into a small action by Thousand Nights under his eyes.

Li Zheng sneered: “A physical bullet is trying to push me back? With your strength, unless you use black titanium to destroy the bomb, can you break my defense? Drop the gun..."

Suddenly he didn't say a word, and he said, "Are you sure you have a black titanium bomb? ”

With a faint smile at night, he said, "When I get this shot, you won't know? ”

Li's eyes were sharp as a knife, and the raw light from his arms slowly grew thick, as if to condense into substance.

Thousands of nights remained unchanged, and the peanuts steadily pointed to Li Jing, but they retreated step by step.

Li Zheng clenched his left fist and his cheeks kept beating, unwillingly following one step after another.

The distance between the two sides has been maintained for several dozen meters at all times. Neither side is mindful of the surrounding landscape, but only feels that the fog seems to float slowly and thickly, so that at this distance both sides' perceptions can barely capture each other's movements.

Seeing the battle of Li didn't jump the first time, he knew he had won the bet at a thousand nights.

Obviously, Li has repeatedly weighed and weighed, and finally thought that the difference between the thousand nights and his own strength is too great. With a slightly better chance, he can easily take down the other party. There is really no need to attribute it to the same end.

Thousands of nights retreated and suddenly moved sideways, not into the corner of a block. Battle Lee waited for a breath before turning around. Behind the corner is an alley, full of mist, long gone.

Li Zheng stood still for a moment, his face was cold, and he had just smelled black titanium on his body for a thousand nights. Though he also had doubts, a little guy who wouldn't even be in the war, with a Class 4 force gun, wanted to drive a black titanium bomb out?

However, the appearance of this city and Thousand Nights is not unusual, and Li is afraid to take any easy risks. He didn't care much about life and death, but he never wanted to lose his life because of recklessness.

Lee looked to the left and right, and even if he knew it might be futile to follow him in such a fog, he was still ready to follow suit. But then, suddenly, a blood jazz came out of the fog.

Li instantly grabbed a long knife and a force gun and stared at each other. Although they are cooperative, it is only temporary, and everyone knows that this relationship is fragile and broken.

The blood jazz also saw the battle of Li. His face was nervous and he quickly took his steps and stepped aside and stood against the wall. He covered his chest with his hands and constant bloodshed between his fingers. The blood was actually black and purple.

Li's pupils narrowed, that was a sign of being contaminated by secret silver, however, if the jazz was injured in the hands of a thousand nights, both sides should fight not far from here, why can't you hear a sound?

Li Zheng knew this strange city a little more. He glanced at the blood jazz and walked away, disappearing into the fog.

The blood jazz had just relieved himself and suddenly a knife broke open, inserted a hole in the wound through his chest and nailed him firmly to the wall.

Battle of Lee emerged from the fog again.

The blood jazz lifted his finger to Li Warfare and said, "You...” But he couldn't say anything anymore. Blood poured up his throat and blocked all the words below.

Lee had no expression on his face and walked to the blood jazz. He didn't know how long he was going to stay in this shithole. Neither supplies nor equipment could be wasted.

But Li just walked to the body of the blood jazz and suddenly threw two rounded metal balls out of the fog, and the bones rolled over.

Li's face changed dramatically and he jumped desperately, almost instantly mentioning the speed limit. Even if he couldn't see what was behind the fog ahead, he rushed in.

Those two beautifully crafted metal balls are distinguished by two blood-force grenades!

The explosion seemed to shake the whole neighborhood, and the shockwave still caught up with Li and lifted him up. When Yubo passed, he looked back, and the body of the blood jazz was long divided.

Li had a face of iron and blue, and the back of the hand holding the knife kept beating. He turned around and traced his memory to the direction thrown by the Force grenade. But the streets are full, the fog is faint, and there is not even a single person.

Behind him, the listed slate roads, the scratched exterior wall decorations, are recovering, and every part of the blood jazz is slowly falling out of the ground.

Walking silently and silently in the fog of another street for thousands of nights, he pushed the door of a house and was ready to find a place to rest.

However, he changed colour immediately!

The hall leads to the middle corridor at a glance, where you can see that there is a blood clan, half of the body actually sinks into the ground, waving its arms desperately, trying to pull itself out. But it's like a tired traveler swallowed up in a swamp, and no matter how hard he struggles, he's just getting deeper.

The blood fighter also saw the thousand nights, his pale face was full of horror, his grown mouth open desperately, but the thousand nights could not hear any sound.

It's suffocating silence.

Suddenly his heart beat again and again, as if to break out of his chest, he bowed his head and saw his feet sinking slowly to the ground. And if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have noticed it at all!

He jumped out of the building at once, hopping out of his head. That weird feeling still lingers when your feet step onto the slate road on the street outside, but fortunately it's normal on the street.

A thousand nights of hazy eyes swept through nearby houses, without even having to take the risk himself, and he was almost certain that the whole city's rooms should not be able to stay.

The silence of this overly quiet city slowly stretches out its fangs as if it is no longer satisfied with eating dead flesh.

The original wings slightly twitched, and the orientation of the eyes of truth appeared in the distance. A thousand nights suddenly has a strange feeling, and a question arises, what is it waiting for?

Leaning against the wall for thousands of nights, he took out a broken mystery silver bullet, and the palm of the palm raised the raw force light, slowly liquefying the enclosed bullet.

Since his cultivation of Song's ancient volumes, he has actually had some blind changes, such as the disappearance of the corresponding weaknesses brought about by the physique of the blood family, and the highly toxic silver and secret silver for the blood family no longer have a special effect on him. Sometimes you don't even know what you'll end up like.

I picked up the dark red tooth and looked at it, and applied the silver little by little. A moment later, a demonic silver bullet consumed the sky, while the short blade in his hand had an extra layer of dangerous silver light flowing.

Stand tall at night, retrieve the peanut holster, grip the deep red teeth, and return to the foggy streets.

In the next few moments, cities will become more dangerous. Thousands of people don't know how many people chased into the space, but as the city's rooms turned into a death trap, the surviving trackers searched the streets sharply, and the encounters were about to become more frequent.

A blood jazz appeared in front of the thousand nights, and the first person was a thunderbolt, immediately rejoicing, swinging his sword. But his sword was still halfway empty, his figure suddenly glistened like a ghost, and his dark red teeth had not entered his heart.

Blood jazz murmured in his mouth and breathed out his last breath, not even seeing how that knife stabbed himself in the heart.

Rolling hot currents poured into the body of a thousand nights along a lit force line, he held the blood jazz powerless body and slowly put it on the ground.

Night after night, behind him, the body was slowly sinking into the ground.

At the next intersection, stop for a thousand nights. In the street stands a lonely and arrogant figure, a blood Viscount. He was looking up at his head, looking cold at the night.

A thousand nights later, the blood Viscount did not search everywhere, but stood at the intersection of the six streets.

Though a stupid way to treat rabbits, strain keeping is really effective in this situation. At least now, he waits till the thousand nights, when it's not easy to even try to escape.

The Blood Viscount's mouth curved harshly, revealing an extremely disdainful smile and saying, "Humanity? ”

“Humans." answered Thousand Nights.

“Well, humans, seeing as you actually have such an honor to enter the realm of the great Blackwing King, I give you a fair chance to fight. ”

The blood Viscount threw the force gun and a bag of equipment on the ground, and the dagger and the long sword threw aside, punching him naked like that, and then hooked his finger into the thousand nights.

“Come, at the last moment of your life, see the true power of our descendants of the Holy Blood! ”

The thousand nights suddenly laughed. It seemed like the first time he met a blood family with the legendary ancient knight style, so he returned the deep red teeth to the sheath and walked toward the Viscount.

The next moment, the two hands held together and began to squeeze.