Monarch of Evernight

The air was filled with intense aromas, a pile of bonfires mounted with "clattering” barbecue shelves, beside people catching the diagonal forces and the spectators from time to time shouting colors. It seems like no matter where the military celebration scene is, it's rough and noisy.

Lie flat at night in the crown of a dense tree with your hands behind your head, your eyes reflecting the deep blue night sky and the twin Alpha stars that occupy the small half-dozen domes.

After a long time under the Iron Curtain, even seeing the Red Moon feels kind.

Suddenly Zhao Jundu appeared between the branches and sat down beside him and asked, “Are you running away from alcohol or avoiding war? ”

“Both." Thousand Nights answered honestly, then revealed a glimmer of helplessness on his face, just knowing that he had such a loud reputation in the Zhao Valve squad.

Zhao Wangshangwu, the private army Huang Nou, the blood battle can still live to this day for months, none of them are veterans of the Hundred Wars. On such occasions, there was nothing upward or downward, so he actually felt the enthusiasm of a Yan Yun Iron Ride. When he turned at least one company in his horn, and after drinking with more than half the soldiers on the scene, he finally couldn't support it, and came to this tree.

“The next squad will rest for five full days, after which time it will be scheduled to end depending on the changes in the iron curtain and imperial orders.” Zhao Jundu said: “What are you going to do? ”

“I'm going back to Black Stream. The iron curtain may open at any moment. The Nangong family suffered a great loss last time, I'm afraid it will not stop. ”

“If you're worried about Song Zining, you don't have to. Nangong is insane but not stupid. Song Zining is now so prominent that the Nangong family will not kill him in the name of fame unless they do not want to upgrade the valve. Besides, in Song Zining's capacity, he killed both of them in the first place, and the loss of money would be settled. ”

He shook his head for a thousand nights: “It was me who complained about the Nangong family. ”

Zhao Jundu frowned, “Nangong Tsunami wind hurt Yu Cherry, there is no loose mouth to reconcile with the Nangong family. If they ever come to you again, I will let them know that even without the iron curtain, it is not their turn to bully me on Zhao's head. ”

Thousand nights later, Zhao Jundu knew only part of the resentment between him and the Nangong family. Zhao Yuxue did not seem to mention the Nangong bird, but Thousand nights did not let Zhao Valve come forward for him. He said now: “I can handle this myself. ”

Zhao Jundu's eyebrows did not fade away. “Imperial rules, the blood battle is over. Of course, the family obeys on the big side, but the open guns are easy to stop and the dark arrows are hard to prevent. Since this is due to the rainbow cherry, it is only natural that I, Zhao Valve, should come forward. ”

Thousands of nights thought about it and said, "I have my own accounts to calculate with them, and some things are not measurable by profit. ”

Zhao Jundu was so smart that he immediately heard his accidents outside the strings. Negotiations in the valves world are nothing but trade-offs, even Zhao Yuxue's identity, on the negotiating table of the two large families, is just a chip, but the value is different.

However, what would have happened if Song Zi had not made a furious effort to create miracles with his own hands? Ultimately, the Nangong family was not prepared to forget what they had done, and had to settle this resentment in their own way.

The two of them calmed down for a moment.

The atmosphere on the campus over there is still boiling, and there are some joyful notes left after passing through the lush branches, lined with this little heaven and earth that is extraordinarily quiet and peaceful.

Zhao Jundu suddenly said: "Actually, when I was little, I hated you the most. ”

Night after night, look around. In the shadow of the falling tree crown, Zhao's perfect and flawless face still shines like a glow.

“For the first time, I saw my mother crying, sneaking, carrying everyone. I know because of you. ”

“You sit by the window, little one, not much longer than… the vase. ”

“I pushed you into bed, and you earned half a day, sitting up, pushing down, sitting up again. Stupid, can't even cry. ”

“You won't speak until you're two. ”

“Father always looked at me in your yard and thought I liked you too. ”

“The nanny who first took care of you was a little lazy, gave you a bath and often didn't dry your hair completely. Once, you blow the wind, you have a fever, you have a burning face, but you're not crying. Just say it hurts. ”

Zhao Jundu's words were intermittent, and he was not even describing a complete thing, as if he was talking more to himself. His divine color was so calm that his eyes looked at a point in the void as if he could see the river for a long time.

Patience for a thousand nights. Listen, that's his life, too, even though he doesn't have any memories.

The wind hovered from the land of eternal night, the branch leaves swayed, the sound of sand became louder and louder. Zhao Jundu's slightly cooler voice became more fragmented, and sometime, it stopped completely.

At dawn, the night quietly leaves and returns to the dark current.

When I returned to Black River City for a thousand nights, I barely knew the bustling city in front of me. He arrived at 10: 00 p.m., but the gates were not closed, waiting to pay for the various convoys and crowds entering the city to grow dragons.

The lights are bright in the city, and you can hear boiling voices and even music.

Thousand nights into the crowd, the dark fire officer at the gate of the city recognized him, immediately saluted, “Thousand nights, you are back!” Then I drove my way out of the pile.

Stepping into the city for thousands of nights, he was stunned by the sight in front of him and almost forgot to ask the dark firearms officer.

Only on the main road leading directly to this western gate, the crowd can be described by rubbing shoulders. There are many stalls in the open air on both sides of the road, selling everything, and even dancers circling the streets.

A thousand nights of silence, looking up at the sky, the dusty iron curtain turned upside down. Otherwise, he would have almost forgotten that Black River City was still on the battlefield of blood.

“What's going on? ”

“The Fountain Chamber of Commerce is here! This is a three-day stay!” There is a hint of uncovered excitement in the voice of the Dark Fire Officer.

Much of the life on the continent has been monotonous and boring, and Black Stream City has been a third-class city since its inception and is on the border. Commercial teams also tend to be pragmatic and rarely see luxury goods, not to mention the highest-ranked imperial troupe like the Fountain.

Fountain? Seven, nine, and seventeen dead birthplaces. Something in the heart of a thousand nights stabbed slightly.

Soon after that, Song Zining remembered that he had not once or twice encouraged him to go to the big city to see the performance of the Hidden Springs Group. By the way, he bought something better, but he refused every time. Never thought Song Zining would be able to bring the fountain to Black River City.

The bloody war isn't over yet!

A little dark at night, looking at the noisy streets ahead, he asked: "Why are there so many people in the city? ”

After Song Zining began accepting the world team, more and more people came to Black River City. These are the real noble children of the upper continent, and even if life were simpler in time of war, the original supply in Black Stream City would appear too rough and thin.

Of course, the children of the world will not be short of money. Song Zining has his own means in this regard, so gradually various business groups come to Black River City to trade, and the flow of people is increasing. Until the fountain troupe travelling across the continents claimed a three-day performance in Black River City, bringing the scene to its peak.

Even though Black River City is beneath the iron curtain, there is still a constant flow of people from other parts of Three Rivers County and even surrounding counties.

Thinking of the dark army gathered hundreds of kilometers away in Mount 87, and looking at the bustling neighborhood in front of you, I don't know what to say for a thousand nights. Where does this still look like a frontline war zone?

When walking into the gate of the Dark Fire Base for thousands of nights, my heart took a deep breath, it was still perfectly normal and everything was in order. The sentry and observation decks are heavily guarded and occasionally reflect the cold light of the firearms at various heights, while the Long Army is ringing over the main campus, which should be just the end of the evening exercise.

Thousand nights in front of the main building met Song Hu, who had just completed a day of military service, and asked Song Zining if he was looking directly for the school field next to the armoury.

But there's something strange about walking at night. Normally, Song Zining was rarely seen practicing his martial arts in eight ways. His martial arts are said to come from book and painting understanding. Even virtual fights are rare, not to mention practicing guns and weapons in the elementary school field at this late hour.

The campus is the northernmost part of the armoury, an open space in front of a spare floating boat warehouse dedicated to the open air exercises of several senior officers of the Dark Fire.

The lights on the small field were bright, the two rusty doors of the warehouse were open, and a small trailer was placed next to the door with a variety of melee weapons and firearms.

At this time, a recliner is placed in front of the trailer, as if it were some kind of rare wood, very sophisticated by hand, and the lines are smooth, making people feel comfortable lying on it as soon as they see it.

Thousands of nights away, the person who slept on the lounge chair was Song Zining, and he was completely speechless at this moment.

And of course there are others who are training in firearms and weapons. There is a white light hovering around in the elementary school field, a long-handled horse knife-style melee weapon that is ideal for use in ex-military strikes.

Thousands of nights watching the white light suddenly circle, suddenly split, suddenly slanted, although the technique is a bit monotonous, the weight lifted is light and smooth, obviously knife users are well suited to use such heavy weapons.

But why is the overall position of this white light so low?

At this time, the white light was converging, revealing a small figure, and the long knife took off, drawing an arc and falling into the trailer where the weapon was placed, without making any sound.

At night, I looked at the little figure and suddenly a strange thought appeared in my mind. Is there something wrong with Juggie's early childhood education?

Juggie stood there, touched her slightly curly hair, then pulled a little dress like a rag suit, and then rushed to Song Zining like a shell, skilfully climbing to his knee, sitting at the end.

Song Zining moved and slowly opened his eyes. He looked at the elegance of sitting on his legs, like Ju Ji at a banquet, revealing a shallow smile of unknown significance. Then he turned his head and looked at the thousand nights and smiled, "Are you back? ”