Monarch of Evernight

Some of the details in the field of view slowly become clear, as if the invisible lens were pulling closer.

Girls' white skirts are shattered and reveal many skins, filled with a fine but dense red scar, some slightly swollen and some seeping out a little blood. She walked forward, sharp as a knife's branches scraped on her body, and a few more red marks appeared, and the girl seemed unconscious.

In her hand, hold half the bread.

At this moment, the teenage girl seemed to feel something and suddenly turned back and looked in the direction of the thousand nights.

It was only then that she found out that she had no eyes! It was supposed to be the eye area, with only two blood holes left.

Sitting up vigorously at night, the heart beats like a drum, causing the whole chest to tremble slightly, not knowing when it will be infiltrated by cold sweat.

Instead of blurring the scenery in his dreams, he made it clearer in his memory. If he had a pen in his hand now, he could even paint a faint picture of the wrinkles on the girl's white dress.

Despite losing her eyes, the girl of her dreams could still be recognized at night. She was a blank photograph and a little girl who had always wanted him dead in the dumpster.

Thousands of nights consciously frowned, his recent dreams were nothing good, whether touching the consciousness footage of Admiral Andoria or hearing the summons of the headless general, it was actually all a sensation of reality. Yet this thousand nights thought for a long time and did not understand what the dream heralded.

He opened the tent and looked out and everything was fine and calm.

The camp is surrounded by a platoon of heavy-duty trucks, and the central piles of bonfires are still burning. Most of the fighters have eaten, drank, practiced, or rested, and a small fraction of them are heavily equipped. Several fighters at the edge of the camp were lifting a heavy anti-aircraft machine gun onto the truck in preparation for a fire point to reinforce the night post.

On the other side, Zhao Yuxue sat on the head of a heavy truck, carrying a bottle of wine in his hand and filling it from time to time. Somehow, looking at her discreet side shadow for a thousand nights, she felt a hint of loneliness.

Drop the curtains for a thousand nights, sit on your knees, and prepare to continue practicing. He is now overflowing with sperm blood, and the mine killed a Viscount of Spider Demons, but he can't breathe in any sperm blood, which is a waste, so he urgently needs to deplete the accumulation in his body.

Xuanzhen began to run slowly, but the thousand nights were full of shocks, surprised. He was appalled to find that it was supposed to be full of fine blood, but now only half was left, and the other half flew without wings.

In a thousand nights heart immediately sinks, the first thing I think about is whether or not the Song's ancient roll cultivation will go wrong. After his inner sight, his gut, blood veins, and force nodes were no different, and even his blood gas remained honest in his heart.

However, this is the biggest anomaly, and the missing sperm blood cannot disappear empty-handed. But in the eyes of truth, the blood gas of the thousand nights did not draw any signs of excess dark forces, nor did his dawn forces and nodes be eroded by dark forces.

Though incredible, half the fine blood of a third-class Viscount of Darkness seems to have truly vanished.

Thousands of nights thought about it, tried to run the episode again, and the result was very smooth. After nine rounds of swirling, part of the sperm blood was turned into a pure dark force, and then swallowed up by dark gold gas.

After completing a thousand nights of practice on Sunday, I couldn't help but put this weird thing aside for a while.

At this moment, deep in his heart, there is an ancient book suspended in black leather, whose original vague title has become clear. This is where Thousand Nights perception is temporarily out of reach.

Somewhere in the north-eastern direction of the camp, there is a black forest very similar to a thousand nights dream, with a few lonely leaves hanging at the top of the twisted trunks.

A young girl in a white dress stood in the woods. She looked up into the sky somewhat blindly. But under the gray, dark heavenly dome, apart from a strangely shaped trunk branch, nothing can be seen at all, even a little bright other colors do not exist.

Suddenly, the wild wind blows through, but the odd thing is that the branches are not tattooed, and only a few clear leaves float, which makes people feel that the wind is not an illusion. A leaf leaves the branch and flies in the air, hitting a few spins and falling in front of the girl.

She reached for the fallen leaves and watched carefully.

The leaves are also grey and black, with several mouldy spots on them, already corrupt and dead, with a constant smell. The girl threw the leaves down with her bare hands and had an extra black spot on her palm.

She held a knife in her right hand and scraped her palms directly with a cold blade. However, although the black spot was removed, the original sticky strands of flesh on the blade were applied to her hand, making that white little hand even dirtier.

The young girl seemed angry and pulled a soldier by her hand and rubbed her hands against his robe. The warrior was so overwhelmed that the girl could only reach his chest, yet at this moment he dared not move slightly or even tremble easily, apparently in awe of the girl.

There are still more than a dozen fighters behind them, powerful and obviously not much of an elite. Yet these bloody, brazen warriors look at the young girl like a snake scorpion.

She was still wiping her hands, and a middle-aged veteran walked over with his scalp and whispered, “Miss Airshot, the vampire is dead. ”

The girl is a blank photograph, but compared to the last time she met a thousand nights, she grew tall and her eyebrows widened a bit, looking like a 15-16 year old girl. At least in the White House, she doesn't have to go hungry anymore, and now she's just old enough to change rapidly.

The wild wind was not stopped, like a moment, lifting the capes of the warriors and revealing a bear-headed mark on the corner of the robe. Raging Bear, one of the White Valve's internal guard units. Such an elite, who is fearless in the face of war, is cold in the face of blank photographs.

The blanks suddenly raised their heads again and looked into the night sky. She felt like there was something in the underworld staring at her, but no matter what, she couldn't find that person.

Suddenly she became irritated and shook her head, staring at several of the blood clans beside her. The blood tribes settled on the ground, each of them lost their ability to act, and the blank eyes swept over, and these ferocious banquet blood tribes began to tremble with Cerser.

Walking in blank, picking up a blood girl and staring at her for a while, a sweet smile slowly appeared on her face, "Tell me, what do you guys want to do when you suddenly come all night? ”

The blood girl was terrified, and her beautiful face was a little twisted, and she even said, “I don't know, I really don't know! We are the most peripheral troops, just follow the captain to the designated location and wait for the next order, the others really don't know, nothing! ”

“What are you looking for, and you don't know? ”

The sudden and uncontrollable shock of the blood-style teenage girl, the encounter of several ethnic groups who had previously died extremely tragically, meant that this blank question was the beginning of the deepest nightmare.

The noise in the black forest continued to scream, and hysterical voices showed that haemorrhagic girls were enduring inhuman suffering.

It lasted for half an hour before it subsided.

With blank hands loose, the shapeless corpse landed on the floor, spilling blood all over his face. And she didn't wipe it, and she said, “Get rid of all these guys, make sure you clean them up, and then you can go home and wait for me. ”

The captain of the Raging Bear 32628 squad hesitated, "Miss Sky Photo, are you sure you don't want us to follow you? There are a lot of raw faces around here that can be dangerous. ”

“No need," he said blankly, walking towards the depths of the Black Forest.

The captain's face was uncertain and watched the girl go away before waving her hand. Several members of the team immediately rushed to the blood clan, simply landing their lives and then proficiently handling the marks left behind.

Having seen the means of blank photography, they now simply want to put an end to it as soon as possible, return to their positions and no longer have the slightest interest in torturing and killing prisoners. And it is foreseeable that these days will be repeated in their nightmares for quite some time to come.

The girl in the white dress walks alone in the black forest. She had no equipment on her body and no supplies, except for an attack on her white dress. She walked away, singing softly, her voice sweet and empty, but if she listened carefully, she would find it the same phrase repeatedly:

“I will find you, I will find you...”

At this point, if you look at it from above, you can see a strange piece of black forest scattered across the surface of the earth, like the clumps of ink that shake on the newspaper.

Night's eyes sat in front of the floor window, holding a glass of wine in his hand, and the slurry in the glass was red as blood.

The door opened again, and no one knocked.

Night eyes looked out the window and didn't move, as if they didn't even know someone was coming in.

It was a tall young man with long dark brown waves. He was very tall, half a head taller than the average blood family, and his body was not the same as the usual slim length of the blood family, but rather unusually strong, as if each piece of flesh contained explosive forces.

His face is still typically blood-style handsome, his eyes sparkle with a cruel and cruel light, his breath is unusually obscure and deep, and he seems to meet the countess's standards. Bloodline life is long and many people don't age anymore when they reach a certain level of power, so it's hard to tell age by appearance alone.

The young man looked into his eyes and burned blood in his eyes, "Night eyes, you always do, knowing I was coming, refused to say hello. ”

“Not in the mood.” Night eyes fade.

Young people of high blood pulled a chair and sat down next to their night eyes and said, "That is not a qualified answer. ”

The two were a little close to each other, causing their eyebrows to frown, coldly: “Not qualified, it's none of your business. If there's nothing else, please leave. ”

The tall young man laughed and said, "That's not a good answer either. I want to sit here, I want to sit here. ”

The tighter the eyebrows in the night eyes, there was no objection.

The young man smiled proudly, looked out the window and could see a black forest in his sight. He glanced and looked a little heavy, "The Black Forest is here, and it doesn't look far from that moment. How'd you think about that? ”