Monarch of Evernight

Night and eternity are the nights, but the lights are bright in the Dark Stream City.

Perhaps because of the concentration of the forces of both camps in the Battle of Surface, the dark race in front of Black Stream has long shrunk its fronts, not to mention the large forces, which have become rare even for small units of reconnaissance hunting units.

The rare calm of a few months has made Dark Stream more prosperous and fierce.

A high-speed floating boat broke through the void and landed directly into Black Stream City. This floating boat is extremely fast, like a bird, and has landed in the middle of a floating boat takeoff and landing site, quickly leaving the guards unresponsive.

The officer in charge of the take-off and landing fields flew in, and he was quite knowledgeable that a floating boat that knew this performance was rarely seen throughout the empire. The ability to own such a floating boat is an extraordinary privilege.

By the time he arrived, the floating boat hatch door had been opened and Song Zining had walked down.

The officer, who was also from Song Zining's vein, hurried to greet him. “Major Qi, are you back? ”

Song Zining asked: “Is there anything unusual lately? ”

“Everything's fine. ”

Song Zining nodded and walked into the Black Stream City. He walked perfectly, but in a few steps he left the landing strip and disappeared in the direction of Black Stream City.

The officer couldn't catch up with him and stopped stunned, wondering why the seven less who had always stood by him were so anxious.

In the quiet courtyard at the corner of Dark Fire Headquarters, night eyes sit in the courtyard, as quiet as ever. But instead of books and teacups, she had a short knife as thin as a cicada. This is the top blood-sucking blade 'Scarlet', and there are only three of them in the entire Menlo clan. As a former queen, Night Eyes was able to take control of one of them.

Ever since the Dark Stream, Night Eyes has never used Scarlet. It's still the first time in months that it's seen the sun.

Night eyes gently wipe the blade with white cloth. Under the stars and moonlight, the blade is riddled with red, like flowing blood.

At this time, the courtyard door rang with a gentle and rhythmic knock, and Song Zining pushed in. Song Zining was slightly flashing when he saw that he was wiping his scarlet eyes.

Night's eye didn't lift its head, just focused on wiping the blade and asked softly, "Who's got the thousand nights wound? ”

In this sentence, Song Zining's prepared long story was instantly turned into nothing. A moment of silence, he said, "The Witch of Maysfield. ”

Hearing the name, Night Eye's hands trembled slightly and asked, "Is the witch awake? But why a thousand nights? ”

Song Zining laughed bitterly and had to briefly tell the story of the First World War of the day. After he had finished his speech, he thought about it and added: "Lord, as I know, the original plan did not include a thousand nights, and no one had thought of this happening. ”

Night vision did not speak anymore, put down the white cloth and gently wipe the blade with your fingers. Blade swept her skin silently and silently, leaving a fine red line with a drop of crystalline blood beads.

At this moment, the silence in the courtyard is suffocating. Song Zining took a deep breath, but the feeling of suffocation did not abate. He finally couldn't help but say, "You... don't ask how the thousand nights hurt? ”

But Night Eyes replied: "Since you are a witch, there is no need to ask. ”

“I...” Song Zining wanted to talk, but he couldn't say anything later.

“I know that you people who plot layouts will always fail. ”

“That's true, but...” Song Zining couldn't go on.

“But what?” Night-eye asked.

Song Zining took a deep breath and said: “I want to say that the plotting is human, the work is done in heaven. Naturally, if we don't plan, we will not succeed. But can't you just act for nothing? But if it's a plot, it could be a mistake...”

“So wrong is right, and you'll never be wrong. ”

Song Zining didn't know how to say it. After a moment, he sighed heavily and said: “What are you blaming us for? ”

“If you don't know anything about witches, do you dare let Zhao Jundu fight?” Night Eyes didn't finish the conversation, but it was also obvious that if it wasn't for this rivalry arrangement, there wouldn't be a final battle between the thousand nights and the witches.

Songzi Nington Times plug.

He had the heart to say that it was not his idea, but as one of Zhang Boqian's staff, he knew a little more or less about the battle. Perhaps it was a slight discourse, maybe it was confidence in Zhao Jundu, Song Zining did not choose to stop it. In fact, he was not very clear about the specific arrangements, let alone the agreements behind the scenes.

Night's eyes attributed ‘scarlet’ to the knife sheath, income in the arms, finally looked up to Song Zining, "What do you want to say, now you can say it. ”

In her clear eyes, Song Zining only felt that Ping Sheng had never had such a difficult time. Those words rolled over her chest, but she could not say anything.

Night's eyes floated with a smile that didn't make sense, unusually beautiful, but under beauty there was ice burning again, and she slowly said: "Thousand Nights Resurrection, perhaps an ancient blood pool is needed. What have you got for me? ”

“some intelligence, and… arrangements.” Song Zining's voice is very low.

“Intelligence is enough. Deal with it? When can I get the intel? ”

Song Zining took out a piece of paper with several locations and names, and said: "In Twilight, these people will help you. Contact information is already listed here. ”

Song Zining then took out another map with a curved route and marked the key points. This was his proposed withdrawal route, as well as the location of reinforcements.

As can be seen from the arrangement of this retreat route, Song Zining made a great determination to activate many latent dark children, layered obstruction, at all costs to free the night eyes from pursuit.

Looking at Night Eyes, Song Zining's eyes were very complicated and said: “I think you can understand what I mean, I can't go there with you...”

“Understood.” Night-eyed interrupted his words and asked, "Where's the time? ”

“Within two days, you can reach the landing point on Twilight. Someone there will give you the information you need. The floating boat is ready, the one I was on when I arrived. ”

“That means I need to go now. ”

“... yes.” The word came out of Song Zining's mouth as easily as a stone.

Night vision returned to the room and a brief moment later brought out a backpack. Looks like she's already ready. Everything's packed. That's when Song Zining noticed that the night eyes did not wear loose skirts during the week, but changed into combat outfits.

At this point, it is no longer necessary to say anything. Song Zining silently accompanied Night Eyes out the door, silently boarded the car with her, and then silently sent her to the floating boat.

The floating boat quickly pulled up, pointing straight at the void, and disappeared into the dark.

Song Zi stood silently on the takeoff and landing field for a long time. Perhaps the toughest decision of his life.

Over the next few days, Song Zining continued to travel between the continents, spending almost all of his time on floating boats. Every time he went there, he met with some people, mobilized some resources and made some arrangements. As his footprints continued to grow, the stirred ripples grew together and became waves. When the waves arrived in the perpetual night camp, they became waves.

In the everlasting world, some families suddenly find that the surroundings are no longer calm. Or a weakness was suddenly known to the hostile family, or perhaps a covert operation was exposed, or some old conspiracy was somehow leaked. All in all, these things aren't bad enough, but they're troublesome enough.

If we link these isolated things together, we can see that they are hidden in a single line, pointing directly to the depths of Twilight.

Song Zining is crazy about general activities. Naturally, no one can hide them. Almost immediately, his whereabouts and layout will be reported to several powerful people who are secretly following the matter.

These things are so complicated, they seem to point to chaos, they have nothing to do with each other. But these people have been in power for a long time, and they've been through a lot of conspiracies, and at first glance, they know that there are a lot of cover-ups. There must be some things in there that are totally misleading.

But knowing, trying to get the clues straight is not an easy task.

Seven days later, Song Zining returned to Black River City. This time he did nothing. He sat alone in front of the window and looked at the huge shadows on the night sky dome. By this time, everything had been done, and all that remained was to wait for the results.

But he also knows that being more well arranged, being more perfectly arranged, does not change the fact that, at the most critical point, he has little strength. Deep in the Twilight Continent, like a deep black pond, no one has ever set foot.

It is the sanctuary of the Blood Clan, the habitat of Lilith, Queen of the Night, the source of the Thirteen Clans. In the deepest depths of the Twilight Continent, it is said that there is a secret about the ancient river of blood, the first drop of blood. Even though Zhang Baoqian relied on the ability to cross the void, he had never set foot in the land of the Queen of the Night without going into the Twilight Continent.

Don't say that Song Zining now, is Lin Xitang himself planning, and can't do anything about that deepest dark area.

In that region of the empire where nothing is known, it is not known how many ancient bloodlines are sleeping. Even with the ability to change the Three Thousand Floating Leaves, Song Zining knew that once he stepped into that area, he would never come out again.

The mission was not to die, but to awaken the Night. So Song Zining can only put all hope on the night eyes. When she set foot on Twilight, Song Zining was the only prayer she could make at this moment.

This feeling of powerlessness is not uncomfortable, and now Song Zining suddenly envies Wei Futian. Prince Wei is angry when he should be angry, laughing when he should be, but rarely think about why he should be angry, why he should laugh, is to live without a heart. It was so easy to think less.

The door opened and South China walked in with a bottle of wine and two glasses on the tray in hand.

Song Zining frowned slightly and said gently: “Why don't you rest at this late hour? ”

Nanhua said, “I know you're in a bad mood, so I'd like to have a drink with you. ”

Song Zining was quite a surprise. But at this point, wine is the best kind of sadness.

So he picked up the glass.