Monarch of Evernight

“Did you just say that man's name was Thousand Nights?” Zhao Ruoxi's voice had a slight tremor.

“Yes, ma'am, what happened to you?” The maid was obviously quite surprised.

Zhao Ruoxi grabbed her and stared at her. “The man from Yukira lives in her house now? ”

The maid's instinct felt a little bad, and she shuddered: "Yes, yes. ”

Zhao Ruoxi slowly loosened his hand and gradually frosted on his face, suddenly turning away from the room.

“Miss, miss! Where are you going?” The maid rushed out. As soon as he left the room, he saw Zhao Ruoxi floating on the water, not downstairs, but towards the third floor. This waitress suddenly frightened her soul out of the sky and chased it desperately.

At this moment, the maid is already running faster than the horse and clearly has great strength. However, even though she tried her best, she could not get close to Zhao Ruoxi. She watched her figure disappear in the corridor on the third floor.

Upon climbing the third floor, Zhao Ruoxi suddenly stopped. The wife, who had slept in the door room, somehow appeared in front of her and stopped her from going.

“Granny Shi, why did you stop me? ”

Grandma Shi slowed down: “It's Miss's lunch break, why isn't Miss resting? ”

“I can't sleep, I'm going out for a walk. ”

Granny Shi smiled graciously and said: "You can go out and have a good time. But if you're happy in the house, you don't have to bring Mansi, do you? ”

Zhao Ruoxi's color stayed the same, “It's just like me, I'm not with you, I always feel uneasy. ”

“Really?” Granny Shi smiled with some insight, but instead of continuing the conversation, she said, "Miss, why don't you take your pills and take a nap, get your spirits together before you take a relaxation? When you get your afternoon off, the old man won't stop you. ”

Zhao Ruoxi took a deep breath, his chest rolled up and down sharply, his frosty face gradually melted a little, and said: “Fine, I'll go to bed first, then relax. ”

Granny Shi praised the nod, “Miss, your body is the most important, don't be angry! ”

Zhao Ruoxi suddenly moved his back hand to his chest, holding Mansh Savage in his hand! Granny Shi was shocked when she climbed in, her breathing was stagnant. She suddenly turned around, but the door behind her was so well closed, how could the gun suddenly reach Zhao Ruoxi's hand?

This world-famous gun spinned around Zhao Ruoxi's hand and disappeared in vain. Granny Ishima didn't have to look at it this time and knew that Mansh Salvatore had returned to the gun rack in the back room.

Zhao Ruoxi's face raised a shallow smile and said: “Granny Shi, Manche Sahua and I are one, I want to take it, anytime, anywhere, nobody can stop me. ”

Granny Shi's face changed a few times, then she relieved herself and said: “It would be nice if the young lady could think like this, otherwise it would be really hard for her to be old. ”

Zhao Ruoxi turned around and went back to his room. When I saw her go downstairs, Granny Shi was relieved and suddenly sweating cold.

After returning to the room, there was already an extra medicine bowl on the table with dark medicine soup and hot air. Zhao Ruoxi lifted the medicine bowl on the table, regardless of the hot roll, drank it, then put down the medicine bowl.

“I... just don't want you to be embarrassed.” Zhao Ruoxi lay on the bed and looked quietly at the top of the bed.

The night slowly drifts.

The whole afternoon was very calm. He sat quietly in the east wing of Zhao Yuxue small courtyard for a thousand nights. In fact, only he knew how effective it was. Dinner was also served in Zhao Yuxue's small courtyard. She ordered a table full of liquor dishes, but moved only a few chopsticks for a thousand nights and lost her appetite. En Gong Zhao Weihuang has sent someone to deliver the message, and will pick up the thousand nights after dinner.

Thousands of nights can't swallow, but Zhao Yuxue has a great appetite, one person can clean up the meal that can sustain several big men. It was easy to get to the scheduled time to pick up the car at the front of the courtyard for a thousand nights. Thousand nights with Zhao Weihuang's personal boarding, drove several blocks to the Cheng government.

Follow that person through the room at night, in front of a magnificent hall. This building is a bit like a sacrificial place and a place of martial arts. The space is extremely spacious and almost invisible to furniture. Several grind-sized lamp frames draped from the tall rooftops and were used to illuminate butter candles with thick arms, pulling out strange shadows of the room.

A man standing in the middle of the lobby with his back to the door, wiping a seven-foot sword with a bear candle fire. There is actually a bright red light on this sword's edge, and it is as colorful as blood.

After sending the thousand nights into the hall, he quietly retreated and closed the door.

The man turned around slowly, his face was very clear, quite out of proportion to his dominance. However, if you look closely, you can see the pair of eyebrows flying like a sword, sharp. He glanced at Thousand Nights and felt pain in his face, as if he had been stabbed by a sword.

The man opened his mouth slowly, his voice cleared up, like a bell ringing: “I think Zhao Weihuang this year forty-nine, to the Empire Grace Lord, to preside over the Zhao Valve, under the Wolf Smoke Corps fierce 100,000, the battle will be over one hundred. Is it possible to get this kind of work with a cognac skirt? ”

“The world has told me that I have the courage to fight and not to use soldiers. But the busy ones, do you know what I want in my heart? I, Zhao Weihuang Avenue, in my hand seven feet Qingfeng, ask for only one sword, have the power to open the mountain. If a sword can be a million soldiers, why do you need to plot it? ”

Zhao Weihuang suddenly threw the long sword in his hand to a thousand nights, and consciously reached out to catch it. This found that the sword was longer and taller than his own. While holding the sword in his hand, a forest of chilly immersion, such as in the nine cold winters. The sharp edge of this sword is rare in this world.

Zhao Weihuang's tongue suddenly blossomed, and he drank: “If you and I fix the equivalent, can you cut me off? ”

After a thousand nights of shock, the whole body force resonated with the sound, and instantly the swirl of the sea became, without false reflection, the silent voice: “Why can't you? ”

Zhao Weihuang looked at the thousand nights, his eyes sharp as a sword. After a while, suddenly he laughed. "This is my son, Zhao Weihuang! All right, all right! ”

Looking down at the sword for a thousand nights, he stretched his finger over the narrow edge and wiped it. The reddish rubble was incredibly divine. Throw gently for a thousand nights, the sword sharp silently did not enter the blue stone floor, such as cutting tofu.

He can imagine what kind of killer this sword should be when it appears on the battlefield.

Thousand nights raised his head again and looked directly into Zhao Weihuang's eyes and said: “But I don't think you're my father. ”

Zhao Weihuang's gaze suddenly killed him, paving the ground and pressing him down to a thousand nights. Thousands of nights stood still, and even his eyes didn't blink at all. He couldn't help but look at Zhao Weihuang.

Suddenly Zhao Weihuang's killing breath was limited, his eyes turned soft and he sighed heavily, saying: “I know, you will definitely care about what happened back then. ”

The thousand nights were silent, “In fact, I don't care, I don't remember, because I have no memory of what happened back then. And all of my experiences, all of them, including being able to stand here now, are meaningful to me. ”

Zhao Weihuang's gaze suddenly glanced and his eyes flashed with an almost painful look. Well, that was just the beginning, not the end, of a catastrophe for a thousand nights. Zhao Weihuang did not know what he had encountered over the years, but wanted to know how difficult it was to rise from the land of abandonment, and the fragments of Zhao Jundu in front of him were enough to spy on the life of the child.

Thousand Nights, this seemingly understated phrase, has actually struck a gap between the father and the son.

“I just want to know who my mother is and where she is now? ”

Zhao Weihuang suddenly became bitter on his face and said: “I don't know. ”

Thousand nights glance suddenly sharp: “Don't know? ”

“I don't know.” Zhao Weihuang sighed long and slowly fell into the memories of the past, and for more than a decade, even when alone, he did not dare to indulge in the pursuit.

At that time, Zhao Weihuangfang was young and had done his best. He had gained a lot of fame in the valves world. He also had a more indulgent father, a young and male brother of the Phantom, who was able to see through his achievements.

Though the title of Xuanyuan Duke cannot be passed on to his children, with his astonishment, the light is no less than that of Zhao's main branch of the Swallow. Zhao Weihuang also looked familiar and had a brilliant future, which eventually allowed her to marry Princess Gaoyi.

The imperial ceremony is cumbersome, the wedding period is one year away, Zhao Weihuang is unhappy and lonely, he travels around, searches for a victory, and visits the strong. It is also a common practice of Imperial Valve disciples to sharpen their sexuality and increase their insights.

On this journey, Zhao Weihuang stumbled upon a woman. It was a young and mediocre woman who seemed to have nothing but a gentle and serene temperament. She is truly extraordinary compared to the beautiful, brilliant ladies in the world.

A woman with only three levels of strength is also distinguished from Zhao Weihuangtian, a junior warrior.

Zhao Weihuang later had even had difficulty remembering why they had travelled together for the first time, seemingly in a dangerous place, deserted smoke, only one road, and their destination was in the same direction, that is all.

On the way, she was repeatedly in danger. Zhao Weihuang saved her and was also slightly injured. However, Zhao Weihuang unexpectedly discovered that he was not impatient at all and even hoped that the day would be longer when the wind was quiet.

Whatever the circumstances, she seemed to be wandering in another world, looking calmly at everything in reality and not letting her show any fear or retreat, even when the landslides fell apart. She was like a bystander, and everything that happened outside her had nothing to do with herself.

But when Zhao Weihuang was badly injured, she pushed her to the other side of the sky, and reversed the natural stone bridge, blocking the tracked fierce beast in the danger, her eyes finally fluctuated.

When they finally got out of danger, it all happened.

For the young Zhao Weihuang, hugging a woman is nothing. It's just an unidentified woman who, before he was eighteen years old, had dozens of hands on women, whether they were happy or calling friends to play.

However, just like the initial embrace, Zhao Weihuang let go of her experience and settled with her in a quiet, beautiful and remote town. He did not come up with a backpack full of gold coins, nor did he reveal that the war would be repaired and that the two men would make a living with their own hands.

Zhao Weihuang found a job as a guard in the town and occasionally followed the guard to escort goods to and from the surrounding town to earn some extra money. She cooked herself at home and cleaned the room. The two of them lived in a small house that was nothing short of ordinary and lived a life that was nothing short of ordinary.

Until now, Zhao Weihuang has not been able to explain why this is happening, perhaps attracted by her mysterious and empty temperament, or by the ordinary days when the sun rises and sets to rest, making him feel comfortable and calm from the heart. Or, perhaps, the reason he doesn't know.

It's like a warm dream after six months of quiet and warm days. But Zhao Weihuang began to get anxious. He knew the dream was about to wake up. Soon after, on the day of his formal marriage to Princess Cognac, he had to go back.

At that moment, Zhao Weihuang even thought about living his life like this. But he also knew it was impossible.

It is common for the children of the world to lose track of each other while practicing outside. Zhao Valve has his own secret, can judge his life and death, know his location.

Just as Zhao Weihuang became increasingly overwhelmed, at some dusk, when he handed over guard duties and returned home, waiting for him was still a hot meal, but the woman had left.