Monarch of Evernight

Twilight stretched out his fingers thoughtfully and lit up his lips, "I'm just curious. Let me guess, what attracted you to the Everlasting Night might have something to do with Lord Andoria? The greatest masterpiece of Blackwing King's life is the original wing, a weapon with a soul. It's unimaginable! ”

“Have you been talking for so long to say that this is useless? ”

“Maybe, you know, I'm too bored to be spoken to. There was a bunch of crap out there, and I couldn't even look at them, let alone chat. Come on, let's continue… It's hard to imagine that the original wings were flying in front of us at that time, and there are people in the world whose blood is closer to the Black Wing King than a native species. ”

Twilight glanced at Night Eyes, “But anyway, when the prince started the secret surgery, he couldn't find the original wing, and after so long he wanted to find it was almost impossible to accomplish. You shouldn't come forever for the wings of the beginning, or the other treasures of the king that are not public. Perhaps you are trying to...”

“Enough!” Night eyes suddenly have a tacit anger.

Twilight smiled very low, but the tail sounded up suddenly, with an unnamed temptation, she approached the eyes of the night and said softly, “For someone, someone who might have something to do with the Black Wing King, but might not have. Am I right? ”

Suddenly his eyes were calm and he said softly: "That's right. ”

Twilight smiled softly, "It doesn't matter what you say, the answer is already in your heart and mine. Well, I won't bother you. Enjoy your last free time, my dearest sister. ”

Twilight walked out, passing by the desk, she suddenly stopped and opened several books scattered around the desktop, revealing a piece of paper pressed to the bottom. There are only a few pencils on the paper that outline a half-body portrait with simple lines but very preaching.

It was a human teenager, and the texture and style of the shirt showed civilian identity. He looked very young, looking straight ahead, and his eyebrows were clear and calm. However, his left eye was half-covered, and the shadow of the drop stained him with a touch of melancholy.

It was certainly a thousand nights in the lighthouse town.

Night eyes turned back like a tornado and drank angrily: "What are you doing!? ”

Twilight did not leave any chance for Night Eyes, quickly grabbed the paper in his hand, swept a few eyes before lifting up slowly, the brutal ruthlessness that could not be said in the demonic smile, “This is the purpose of your coming to night? ”

Night's eyes began to chill, and your eyes grew deeper and deeper, slowly saying, "Twilight, you're looking for death. ”

“Can you kill me?” Blood on Twilight is also starting to pour, much stronger than night vision.

The eyes of the night eye were completely overflowing with bright blood, suddenly showing a shadow of twilight. Yet the blood around Twilight swelled wildly and permeated, wrapping her whole body with a raging red mist. So in the blood eyes of the night eyes, the nearby shadow became distorted and blurred, like wanting to disappear.

The two men stood opposite each other and the battlefield suddenly moved into the eyes of the night eyes. There, the twilight shadow twisted desperately, sometimes clear, sometimes blurred. If you hold each other for a moment, the shadow of Twilight cannot disappear, but your eyes still fail to grasp it thoroughly and clearly.

It's a battle without smoke, but it's more dangerous than a real knife.

Twilight suddenly lifted the paper in his hand and his eyes caught cold.

“This is not going to work. You can't kill me, at least not now. And I, too, have important reasons not to kill you. If that's the case, why not talk about it? ”

Night's eyes nodded slowly and the shadow of twilight finally faded from her eyes. She whispered, "Put the paper down. ”

Twilight corner bends an unintelligible curve, "Is this person important to you? ”

Night's Eyes faintly said: “That's not what you should care about. ”

“Maybe I should go check on him...” Twilight said, instantly feeling a more frivolous slaughter squash than just now. She laughed, “Look, isn't that so urgent? ”

Night vision is incredibly calm, and the killing machine is getting stronger.

Twilight finally put away his fake smile and said positively: "Don't worry, I'm really just going to see him, I'm not going to do anything. Why would I do anything to a human like an ant? Look, let's make a deal. You can't go out these days, but I don't have that limit. I can take you to see how he's doing. What's the trouble? If he's in a good mood, maybe he can help. ”

“Not so good. ”

“Rejected so simply? ”

"" You can't find him, "cried Night Eyes. ”

“That's not necessarily true. ”

Night Eyes silent for a moment and said, "What do you want? ”

Twilight's face was finally cut hot, saying word for word: "The blood of the Black Winged King in your hand! ”

“That's impossible, I've used it.” Night's eyes said faintly.

“Really? That's a shame.” Twilight didn't say much, looked at the portrait in his hand, blew a whistle, seemed sad to put it on the table and then left the room.

Night vision stood in place for a while before walking to the desk, picking up the portrait, staring silently at the seemingly naive teenager. It was the first time she saw him for a thousand nights, and when she saw him again, it had changed a lot. Think of it here, your eyes exhale gently and your tight back relaxes slightly.

When the night fell, twilight went out of the castle, turned into a dark shadow, and instantly went away. Late at night, she came to the foot of a lonely, cold hill. After the reflection of the jungle, a wooden house was built, with no lights on it, which seemed strange.

Twilight walked to the cabin and pushed the door in.

The house is extremely simple, with some animal hides and dead grass on the ground, and a cold fireplace in the corner. The exterior walls were smoked black, but there was no Mars in them, and there were even spots of rust on the barbecue iron shelf next to them.

It looks like an occasional cottage for wilderness hunters, but it seems like no one's been here for a long time.

Twilight did not find a place to sit and stood upright in the middle of the cabin, closing his eyes.

Time hasn't long passed, and the same rusty hinge on the door shaft creaked again, walking into a creaking old man.

He gave a dull, heavy laugh and said, "It's rare that a big man came today. Tell me, what can I do for you? ”

Twilight threw over a folded piece of paper and said, "Help me find someone. This is his portrait, but it doesn't necessarily look exactly like this. ”

The old man unfolded carefully and took it to the window, looking through the moonlight. The paper is definitely a portrait of a thousand nights, exactly like the one on the night-eye desk. As long as it passes through the Twilight Eye thing, she can reproduce it in one piece.

The old man looked closely at the portrait and said, "It doesn't matter if the appearance changes, the ratio of the five officials to the skeleton is always traceable, and I have remembered these eyes. But can you give me a starting range, if it's a whole continent of everlasting nights, beyond my capabilities? ”

“He should have been in the area of Sanhe County on the ethnic frontier... two years ago. Is that enough? ”

“Well, there's a chance. But the civilians of a people, who may have died a long time ago, you know, this is the everlasting night, and those weak little crawlers, too many misfortunes can take their humble lives..."

Twilight nailed the subway: “You die a hundred times, and he won't die! I'm sure of that! Don't pull that shit, go find him. ”

The old man was frightened by the suddenly rising sound of twilight and stepped aside, hitting the wooden wall hard. He snorted a few times and said, "I can try my best, but it's expensive...”

“How much, just say it.” Twilight sounds icy.

“You know, sometimes crystal coins don't swap all..." The old man sneaks up his eyes, a glimmer of greed flashes through and dares to aim at the most obvious part of the curve.

Unexpectedly, Twilight saw all his little movements in his eyes, humming now, lifting his fingers, emitting a fine line of blood, lightning holes through the old man's thighs, and dragging him off the floor not lightly.

The old man suddenly screamed like a pig, his hands scratched indiscriminately in the air, his fingertips blackened, but he didn't know why, and in any case, he couldn't touch the blood line. It wasn't until he howled for three minutes that Twilight regained his blood.

The old man's injured thighs smashed hard on the floor, making an acidic impact. He covered the fleshy wounds, shaking all over his body and couldn't even scream.

Twilight threw several crystal coins on him, coldly saying, "This is a deposit. Your name ‘Night Walker in Grey' infiltrates all shadows of the Land of Everlasting Night? Don't think that the Twilight Continent can only rely on you to delude yourself into something you don't deserve. Next time I look around, I'll rip your eyes out. What do you think a black elder would do in front of Monroe's pure blood? ”

When the old man heard the name Monroe had fought a cold war, he immediately grabbed the crystal coin and said, “Don't worry, don't worry! It'll only take half a month. It's gonna work. It's gonna work. ”

“If you take my money and it doesn't turn out, you know what happens. ”

The old man nodded so desperately that he could swear a blood spell day after day.

“Wrap your legs around and don't bleed to death before you finish my job.” After twilight, walk out of the cabin.

As Twilight reached the edge of the woods, a tall man in a long black trench coat appeared quietly from the shadow of a large tree, behind Twilight. He was incredibly handsome and his fingers were extraordinarily long.

“Germud, you come back here in half a month and get the results back for me. ”

The young blood clan named Gmou stopped laughing and asked, "What then? ”

Twilight said coldly, "Then you dig out his eyes and cut off his left hand and leg. ”

“That's it? Don't you have to let him die longer? ”

“No, save his life, Monroe doesn't kill people who do things for us. ”

Germud shrugged his hands and said, "It's an ancient to decaying principle. ”

Twilight turned around and stared hard at Gmou, "Don't say that until you're incapable of challenging those old guys. 'Cause it doesn't make any sense, you understand? ”

Germud laughed irrelevantly, "Sooner or later we'll be able to challenge them, won't we? ”

“Wait till that day!” Twilight dropped this sentence, and the shadow flashed continuously, instantly 100 meters away.

Germud ran and chased behind her and said, "Hey, wait for me! Listen to me, there have been a lot of strange people around lately...”

The night once again covered the continent of eternal night, as if it had never left, and the brief hours of sunshine during the day seemed to be just a dream.

Thousands of nights have gone into their own camp tents, ready to practice. But somehow, suddenly, an irresistible fatigue attacked, he barely controlled his body, found a position that was quite comfortable, and fell asleep.

Thousands of nights had a strange dream, a pitch-black forest full of dark ancient trees. Every tree has no leaves, only bare branches, all twisted. Visually, there is no smooth, straight line in front of you, and the confusion that shocks your vision seems to be an unusually painful but silent cry from the ancient trees.

In the middle of the forest, there is a white figure that stands out, a young girl walking alone.