Monarch of Evernight

The spider demon is old, wrinkled on his face, and his skin is loose. But the spider demon's unique advantage allows him to turn around and reach all the wine on the tall rack. He's older, but he's not slow. Whoever in the corner shouts one voice will throw the wine between his eyes on his table. Assuming, of course, that you have paid for the wine first.

With this hand alone, it can be seen that this spider demon is by no means simple, otherwise it will not open a bar in such a place.

Squeezing into front of the bar for a thousand nights, he knocked gently on the table and said, "A glass is strong enough. ”

The spider demon looked at the thousand nights and looked at the one that seemed to penetrate the thousand nights, and then he shrugged his shoulders and said, "The little one of the blood, drink too much carefully. If you get down in a place like this, there's only one way you're gonna end up, and you're gonna be stripped and thrown out of town. ”

The smile on his face remained the same, and he said again: "Have a cup strong enough, the one you're good at. ”

“Well, newborn little guys are always so impulsive. This was also true when I was younger...” The old spider demon nagged and put it in front of a thousand nights with flowers and greens in a dazzling way.

The glass looked horrible and smelled horrible. The unspeakable smell went straight to the nose, making the perceptible thousand nights almost sneeze. Looking at such a cup, the thousand nights are also a little hesitant.

At this time, a beautiful woman crowded next to her, smiling at Thousand Nights: “Handsome boy, this is a sign here, it would be a shame not to taste it. ”

This is a werewolf, hot enough, overtly dressed, with a straight eye, almost without pressing the thousand nights directly to the ground.

Thousands of nights inherited blood tribe integrity and did not have a cold for werewolves. However, after listening to her advice, she took a small sip with her glass. At the entrance of the wine, it was like a line of fire going straight to the bottom of the abdomen, a noise in the head at night, a bit of trance spinning, actually drank directly at a sip.

For a thousand nights in my life, I have never encountered a situation where I was almost poured by a small sip of wine. All he felt at the moment was a fever, his head was a little confused, and his thoughts began to fly. He put his hand in front of him and looked at it. He saw a flush of red on his hand, just as he wanted to see it on his face.

At this time around the bar, there are not a few who pay attention to the thousand nights. Seeing the thousands of nights of drunkenness has become apparent, many people's eyes are starting to look wrong, some are looking at the thousands of nights, some are looking at the thousands of nights.

The gorgeous woman only glanced at her eyes and leaned up, putting almost all her big breasts on her arms for a thousand nights, licking her lips gently, and said: "Hey handsome, won't you buy me a drink? Just one drink! ”

The voices heard in the ears of the thousand nights nodded.

The old spider demon shook his head with a glass of exactly the same wine and placed it on the bar. The werewolf had greed in her eyes, and as soon as she grabbed the glass, she wanted to pour it into her mouth. But the glass just lifted, and the bang came back to the bar.

One hand reaches out from behind, grabs the wrist of the werewolf and presses it firmly against the bar.

The werewolf was furious and angry and turned his head. There was a young woman with an icy face behind her, and she coldly said, "Bitch, get out of here! The adults of our blood are not worthy of a hairy little thing like you. ”

The werewolf's throat grows low and her teeth grow slowly. “Who do you call a hairy little bitch? ”

The bloodline won't give in: “That's you! What's the matter?”

The werewolf roared and pounded on the young blood clan, crushing her to the ground. The two men rolled over, pushed each other hard, and the soldiers banged and punched to the flesh. The people around them are all afraid of the world, the surroundings are good, no one wants to pull the strings, on the contrary, many people start betting, there are betting on the female blood, but there are more betting on werewolves.

Thousand nights still hold that glass of wine, one bite at a time, drinking it, not knowing what was behind it.

Somehow, a thousand nights away, there was another man, a young woman. She sat beside me for a thousand nights, not turning her head, but asking lightly, "Won't you buy me a drink? ”

Thousands of nights instinctively wanted to nod her head, but suddenly saw her uncommon dark hair, shocked all over her body, silently for a moment, said: “I will accompany you as many drinks as you want. ”

The dark-haired girl turned her head and looked at the night. Her eyes were so dark that she could not see the bottom.

She suddenly laughed and said, "Trying to drag me away drunk? ”

At this moment, thoughts flutter, instinctively saying, "If so, why not?” Every time I said that, I was frightened at night. If he was awake, he would never have said that. Every time a few glasses of wine go down, he's like a different person.

Yet the eyes were not angry, just faintly: “Try it if you want. Boss, ten more drinks like this! ”

Ten!

Thousand nights in a semi-flavored state, it was also a shock to hear, and the wine woke up quite a bit. A lot of people in the bar noticed it, so they shouted and shouted.

The old spider demon smiled with a funny smile. Without saying a word, his hands flew fast and ten glasses of flowering green wine appeared on the bar.

Night eyes picked up a cup and touched it hard with a thousand nights and said, "Here we go.” Just look up and a big glass of spirits like fire will be all over your throat.

He looked bitter at night, holding a glass in his hands, sipping like a pill, and drank it for half a day. Surrounded by a sudden noise, many people are pointing their fingers against the middle of the night.

Night's eyes stretched their hands together and held up another cup and said, "Here we go. ”

Just such a small move to show her face in the eyes, the sound waves suddenly halfway down in the bar, many staring at the eyes of the night, breathing heavily.

Frowning for a thousand nights, his face was dull and he slowly drained the second cup. This time the noise is much smaller. This wine is a sign of a bar, it's extremely alcoholic, and not many people in the room can drink two glasses without drilling under the table.

When Night Eyes lifted the third cup, the bar was much quieter, even the werewolves and blood clans who had been fighting stopped, their faces looking at Thousand Nights and Night Eyes in a complex way.

The appearance of night vision can only be described in perfect terms, which should never have appeared in such a place. In terms of appearance alone, a thousand nights is not much worse than a night eye. The fact that the two of them sat together made a lot of people feel like they were working well together.

Many men and women are looking at night eyes, and many men and women are looking at night.

The fourth cup was soon destroyed.

Night's eyes look normal, like four glasses of water, but their eyes look deeper. And the thousand nights have been shaking since the first cup, still shaking, just not falling down.

If you look at this place, the dumbest people know it's wrong.

The fifth cup goes down, the two of us are just like the beginning, nothing changes.

“Ten more, boss.” Night-eye style, still so cruel.

But there was a stirrer, a very powerful werewolf walking over, slapping himself on the bar, bowing down and saying to Night Eyes, "What's the point of drinking with a bloody chick like that bitch? Drink with me, my fangs will definitely satisfy you, whether it's on the table or in bed! How's it going?”

Others long coveted the night-eyed bloodline at a sudden dissatisfaction, one emitted a baron-level aura, and sighed: “Hairy guy, noble bloodline is not for you to touch! ”

His teeth stared at the blood baron and stood tall with a smile. He was extremely tall and almost hit his head on the roof when he stood up, and the fierce atmosphere emanated from his body. The dark force was so intense that it reached the Second Viscount.

The strong man stared at the blood baron, who was almost breathless by his breath, and laughed: “I've played with hundreds of blood chicks, and I've killed dozens! Do you have anything to say? By the way, my full name is Crazy Tooth. Blood top.”

The blood baron was brutally pale, his face changed dramatically after hearing the top of his blood, and his hands trembled slightly.

The Blood Top is one of the most powerful tribes among the werewolves, second only to the superior peaks. However, the blood-top style is extremely radical, admiring the use of force to solve all problems, and militancy is one of the best in the Lycan tribe. Any werewolf who comes out of the bloodtops is a very strong warrior, like the twelve ancient clans of the blood clan, and cannot be measured simply by rank.

At this time, a middle-aged bloodline came out and blocked the baron, coldly: “Crazy teeth, he is my man. ”

The blood family appears to be a little thin, but the blood released is extremely intense, reaching the second Viscount level as well. Many of the bloodlines in the bar tend to turn pale, a characteristic of being suppressed by the upper blood line.

"Baroque, I'm not afraid of you. I'm going to make a deal with this chick. Do you want to talk about the noble lineage theory? ”

Baroque stared at Crazy Tooth and said, "My family and your tribe are half a pound. Neither of us have fought. Why should I give in? Well, let's just let her choose, shall we? ”

The fangs laughed a few times, spraying hot air, closing his eyes at night, and asked, "What do you say, girl? ”

Night's eyes raised their hands and the whole glass of wine was thrown on the face of crazy teeth, saying only one word: “Get lost. ”

Crazy teeth don't laugh back, stretching out the scarlet tongue licking the drink on his face and saying, "Okay, strong enough! I love it!”

Moving his body like a hill, his fangs approached him for a thousand nights. “What do you say, son? ”

The answer is more straightforward, grab the glass and hit it directly on the face of the fangs!

Boom, the glass splits apart, the drink blends with blood and flows down the face of the fangs.

Crazy teeth suddenly caught him, and I had no idea that the thousand nights actually hit him directly in the face. The entire bar is also instantly silent.

“You want to die!” In the roar, his fangs punched him in the head and smashed him into the night!

Standing up at night, you can't even reach the shoulders of the fangs, and the body size of each side is very different. Once again, the fang punch is infuriating, below the baron, and can be severely injured with one punch.

A thousand nights lifted with one hand, in a scream held a heavy fist of fangs, did not get smashed to the ground as expected. His other hand struck with lightning, a punch in the belly of his fangs, and almost the entire forearm did not enter the body of his fangs!