Monarch of Evernight

His fangs stared wildly, his big mouth couldn't help but spit out everything he ate and drank at night, and he sprinkled the ocean, pouring a face behind the audience for thousands of nights.

A thousand nights right fist came out, again in the stomach of the fangs. At last, his fangs couldn't bear it, his knees softened and he knelt heavily on the ground. He grabbed his crazy teeth and lifted his face up, and then a hammer smashed him up!

In the crackling of the bones, the face of the raving teeth collapsed, the nose completely smashed back into the face, the blood, alcohol and vomit mixed together and flowing around.

Suddenly there was silence in the tavern. Everyone knew how hard the werewolf's head was. I didn't expect the fangs to be smashed in the face with a hammer at night.

A thousand nights of beating, a head hammer smashed, after enough addiction, suddenly a stinky nose burst into the surface, which reminded me that the crazy teeth had just thrown up, and suddenly my face grew white, almost thrown up nauseously.

I caught a piece of cloth and tore it off by pulling it so hard that I could wipe the dirt off my face.

Behind the thousand nights, she was a blood girl with a cool face and little clothing. She was also one of the few people in the blood family with a full-bodied and angry body. Thousand Nights, this one almost tore her clothes off. Instead of expecting it, the blood-blooded girl turned her body toward the body for a thousand nights.

Unfortunately, before she could lean up, she heard a bang and a bottle blew up on her head. The blood girl swayed and fell to the ground. Behind her, her eyes hummed and threw a half-cut bottle of wine in her hand aside.

A thousand nights of facial brushing, fangs have recovered from vertigo, and the resilience of werewolves is truly horrible. He's already in a state of rage, turning into a werewolf, rising in size, and his head just crashing right through the ceiling of the bar!

Thousands of nights don't talk much, rush straight up, another punch in the belly of the fangs!

This time, a scene of shock appeared around the audience. The Force Force of the Mad Tooth Protector was pierced by a punch hole a thousand nights ago, and his forearm was once again completely out of the body of the Mad Tooth. With the power of fangs, even a force gun below level 5 can't blow up his protective force, but someone punched him in the hole, how can it not be shocking?

Crazy teeth protrude and nothing spits out this time. His eyes were full of unbelievability and shock, his knees soft and he knelt again on the ground.

At night, he reached out and grabbed the fur from the head of the crazy tooth wolf, pressed it down, and burst through the bar, landed on the floor, and half his head didn't get into the floor. Pull the wolf's head up at night and hit the ground again. One, two, three, every dull sound is like knocking on the hearts of the people around you.

Crazy teeth still refuse to faint, still instinctively struggle wildly, the thousand nights can hardly hold. At this time, a bottle of wine suddenly appeared in front of him at night. He didn't want to. He took it by hand and hit it hard on the head of his fangs.

The bottle is crushed and the teeth struggle is still intense. The werewolf's head is harder than steel, and this bottle has minimal lethality.

Night's eye glanced over and looked at a cast iron can behind the bar, and the guy looked big enough to be strong enough and heavy enough.

“Old man, make way!” Night eyes pushed away the old spider demon and single-handedly lifted the chunky liquor can.

“Wait! That was...” The old spider demon shook up and hurried to stop it, but one step later, his eyes had handed the bottle to him for a thousand nights.

“Thank you.” I picked up the bottle a thousand nights ago and banged it on my crazy teeth, and the thick bottle flattened.

“You're welcome.” Night's eye answered politely.

The werewolf's head was hard enough to take a blow to his teeth, and his skull wasn't broken. But after two struggles, he stopped moving and finally passed out.

At night, he exhaled, stood up, feeling refreshed and sober.

But the trouble doesn't seem to be over. Baroque leads the bloodline in front of the thousand nights, cold-blooded: "Boy, do you want to go? Get down on your knees! ”

Blood with a hint of antiquity rose from Baroque and slammed into the night. Baroque, with his deeper blood and superior blood forces from the ancient clan, pressed him into submission for thousands of nights.

Blood pressure between blood groups is much stronger than among the other three races, and even if they are not of direct descent, the upper bloodline will exert significant pressure on the lower bloodline. The greater the difference in rank, the more obvious the pressure is. Marginal bloodlines such as Everlasting Night, encountering the immediate descendants of the Twelve Ancient Clans, are likely to be directly repressed into disobedience. So of the four races, the hierarchy of descent has always been the most rigorous.

Just now, Baroque had discovered the breath of a thousand nights, a sign of just coagulating blood nuclides, when he beat his teeth so hard. Though falling into the hands of Thousand Nights, Baroque is still unwilling to rely on his twelve ancient clan bloodlines and hierarchical advantages to directly suppress Thousand Nights. Even the thousands of nights have some origins, so spell it out.

Baroque's blood rushed to his body, and for them it boiled for a thousand nights, and that was the most direct provocation. In the past, any breath of blood that dared enter the body of a thousand nights could not escape the fate of being completely torn apart and devoured.

Thousands of nights only feel dry, an unspeakable hegemonic killing gushes the mind, can no longer stand it, turn to Baroque and roar back like a beast!

Baroque's blood was swept away at night as his intense blood gas broke out, and the instant covered the entire bar.

Baroque's face was instantly pale and his heart almost bled out when he was hit by a heavy hammer.

Baroque could barely support himself. His blood clans could not support him. In a blast, several blood clans knelt heavily on the ground and the weakest simply passed out.

His face was full of killing gas and he lifted Baroque as soon as he reached out and fell to the ground. The fall was so severe, the whole bar trembled, the rocky floor was smashed into a big hole!

With the strength of Second Viscount Baroque, his body was harder than a rock, and he hadn't passed out yet. He struggled to climb up, but he stepped on his head one foot at a time, under his feet, listening only once, and Baroque's entire head didn't go into the tablet. With this heavy blow, Baroque couldn't bear it any longer and passed out.

The ferocity of the Thousand Nights has not been eliminated, stepped on Baroque's head and swept the entire scene, when it was discovered that only a dozen people in the bar could still stand, these are the powerful and ferocious generations, and the rest of them were suppressed by the bloodthirsty eruption of the Thousand Nights.

It was also the first time in a thousand nights that the opponent was pressed with blood pressure, which worked unexpectedly or even incredibly well. Thousand nights of wine awakened the little half, and all of a sudden, some luck, only purple blood, dark gold blood is not moved at all. If dark gold also erupts, I'm afraid there's not much to stand for.

Finally, the old spider demon broke the silence: “You two, break so much of me, and pay for the wine, all together. Oh, by the way, that tin can is the base wine I've been hiding for decades, and it's on you. ”

Touching her body for a thousand nights, her face changed. The money on him was used to buy the equipment, and now there is only one blood crystal all over his body, and the quality is not good. This place is so special, the kind of flowering green wine is also very rare, you know how to think of more than one blood crystal. And the iron jar that was smashed into the head of crazy teeth at night, the overflowing nose smells very comfortable, obviously not everywhere you can find good stuff. Can't you pull anything out of Andoria's mysterious space in front of everyone?

A little awkward at a thousand nights, he whispered, "Do you have the money to pay? ”

“No.”

“So what do we do?” A little sad at a thousand nights.

“Run.” Night pupil came simply, pulled a hand and ran away for a thousand nights.

They ran all the way and vanished into the night.

“Stop!!” Some people in the bar have thoughts about Thousand Nights and Night Eyes, just pull your legs and chase them.

They just started, and all of a sudden they all fell to the ground. After falling apart, these people found themselves wrapped in a fine spider silk on their feet at all times. This is the spider silk that left them all in the bar. It emerged somewhere, almost invisible and thin, but incredibly tough, not even the Viscount could tear it apart.

There's only one spider demon in the whole bar. When these people look back at the old man, they all look different.

The old man looked at the direction of Thousand Nights and Night Eyes fleeing and said to himself in a voice only he could hear: "The descendants of Nana? Nana has descendants? ”

At this moment, in the middle of a high-altitude hall, on the Black Iron Throne, a beautiful little girl, unlike anything else in the world, slowly opened her eyes. Her eyes were dark purple in the scarlet. She frowned slightly and looked at the void with some confusion. Just moments ago, something seemed to have sensed with her, the feeling that she was distant and close, that she was familiar and strange.

In the town, thousands of nights and night eyes ran all the way to the remote corner, and I saw no one following me, so I was relieved.

They looked at each other for a moment, and suddenly they laughed and laughed for a moment. At the same time, they asked: "How can you..."

Halfway through, he tacitly stopped at the same time and remained silent. The meeting here was accidental, but the reason they came here was self-evident and was for a blood battle.

“Your blood...”

Thousand Nights laughed and said, "My body is half blood, but I'm still human. ”

And Night Eyes laughed, “I know.” Just something else hidden in her smile.

The topic was too heavy and the two were silent without a date. Night vision suddenly turned his head and looked at the thousand nights and asked, "Have you been drinking too much? ”

“Yes.” To be honest. His thoughts are still drifting, as they have been since the first cup.

“That's good.” Night eyes were bright as stars, suddenly hugging him for a thousand nights and sealing his mouth.

Surprised at night, he couldn't help himself.

He wasn't inexperienced, but in front of his eyes, he was always worried, worried about something wrong and made her uncomfortable. Perhaps that's why, at this moment, Thousand Nights is still afraid to hug her back. His eyes disappeared when he was scared of a hug.

Thousands of nights have never been so scared.