Monarch of Evernight

When the young demonic Anwen appeared at the top of the peak, dozens of kilometers from the valley, the surrounding Heran light shadow flowed, countless black lines constituted several complex networks, four demonic elderly people appeared simultaneously, headed by the demonic old marquis, at this moment he looked at Anwen without expression, cold.

Anwen raised his hands and said helplessly, "You don't think it's dangerous? ”

“I'm afraid it's inappropriate for you to hand over my people's treasures and secrets to that girl, who's already in danger?” An elderly demon cold-blooded.

"It's just a common secret," said Anwen. "That ring can only be used once. I don't have to worry about anything like that, do I? ”

“But, Young Master, that is after all the treasure of my people, to a lowlife...”

Anwen's face was heavy, his sunny smile was gone, and his tone turned cold: “Your duty is to protect me, not to let you lecture me. I don't need you to tell me what to do with Anwen! ”

At this moment, Anwen was angry, and Wen Wen ran out of anger. There was a hidden threat. Several demonic elderly people were invaded by this atmosphere, making it difficult to stand on their feet. The rest, with the exception of the old Marquis, were forced to retreat, one or two steps less, many even five or six steps back.

When the old people suddenly sprang up, it occurred to them that Anwen could be regarded as the supreme one, helped as a young lord, and his status was not even under the witch. Is it unusual? It was only his tender attitude and even a little cowardice, coupled with the heavy burden of guarding, that allowed the attitude of those around him to be gradually transcended.

Instead, the old Marquis took a step forward, releasing the same momentum, resisting the anonymous smell of Anvina, to make the surrounding demons a little better. It's just that the old Marquis has to be all stretched out and his temper is like a tiger, which resists the mysterious smell of Anwenna's ancient flavor, while Anwen still stands idle, without any effort, and is already distinguished.

The old Marquis slowed down: "Young master, we are also responsible, we have to do so, please forgive the young master. Besides, Young Master, your bloodline is so remarkable that there is no need to take risks. As long as you grow steadily, you will advance to the ranks of the Prince without hindrance, and you will sit on the throne. If so, why should you take the risk? ”

Anwen looked up at the sky and said, "My heart is full, not just to the king. ”

The old Marquis and the elderly demons were silent for a moment, and the old Marquis said: “It is rare for the Lord to have such a heart, but I am waiting for many things. Where does the Young Master want to go now? ”

Anwen shook his hand and said softly: “It's not easy to get to the neutral place. Is there a reason why you should not take a good tour? I'll just walk around and see how the girl's doing. Don't worry, I'm not in any danger here. It'll only take a day. I'll meet you here tomorrow at this very moment. ”

The old Marquis gave a toast: “In that case, I shall wait here to congratulate the Young Lord on his success. Tomorrow, at this moment, I will wait here with the ship. But even if the ship did not intentionally intensify its force, staying here would easily provoke the hostility of the Blood Throne. Therefore, please also be on time. ”

Anwen smiled, "Don't worry, when did I ever lose faith? ”

The old Marquis nodded and waved his hands, knitting black magic curves into several faceted grilles that covered the demons and disappeared.

After the demons left, the smile on the corner of Anwen's mouth became more and more obvious. At the end of the day, he shouted a long laugh, enjoying himself and walking away.

In the blink of an eye, Anwen appeared in the valley of Anonymous. The valley is still full of mercenaries, doing their own thing and watching out for each other. If Anwen's figure is hidden, he passes through the mercenaries from the crowd. All the mercenaries turned a blind eye to him, laughing at themselves, eating meat and drinking.

Before Anwen came to the campfire, he suddenly burst. The bonfire was still there, and the barbecue on the shelf was gone, while the young girl was unaccounted for.

Ambrose smiled arrogantly, and if such a small thing could hold him back, he was no longer worthy of being the master of the devil. Anwen held his finger to his eyebrows and suddenly two multi-faceted crystals appeared deep inside his eyes, slowly spinning. And his line of sight is like a tangible object, through a multi-faceted crystal, shooting in all directions.

But for a moment, Anwen sensed the direction of the ring. It is not difficult for Anwen to lay some tracking device on the ring, and it is difficult to hide it from others, which is what makes him proud. Anwen did not actually lay any special means on the ring, but simply tracked the breath of the ring by his gifted abilities. Such mysterious abilities, among demonic peers, can be said not to do the second person thinking, even if they are witches, they do not have similar abilities.

It wasn't long before Anwen tracked the general orientation of the ring and was stunned. At this moment, however, the young girl is still dozens of kilometres away, and even if she is traveling at full speed, it is incredible. Looks like Anwen left without any hesitation and immediately went away. This is clearly a performance that takes advantage but does not intend to accept the bill.

Anwen smiled and was very amused, shaken and disappeared from the valley, rushing in the direction of the young girl. Teenage girls may already be horrified in the eyes of others, but in Anwen's eyes, it's only a good assessment. In Anwen's own estimation, it takes up to half an hour to catch up with her.

Anwen flies to the ground, his figure is hidden from time to time, and every flash appears 100 meters away, such as the wind, quickly goes away.

The teenage girl seemed completely unaware that Anwen was chasing behind her, running a hundred kilometres away, slowing down and moving in a small area, seemingly looking for something.

The smile on Anwen's face was even more obvious, and he had a hunch that this young girl would surprise him. Looks like this is the right place to be neutral. How about Thousand Nights, Anwen doesn't pay attention to his heart, just as eagles never look at sparrows more often, and Anwen never thinks that one day a thousand nights will have the same qualifications as himself.

At a time when the distance between eyes was less than 10 kilometres, the girl seemed to have stopped moving and wondered what she was doing. Anwen slowed down, and his figure became faint. He approached the girl little by little. He's getting more and more interesting now, and all his heart is on the girl, but she's afraid he'll find out. This little guy who doesn't understand what sleeping with a man is. For the first time in his life, Anwen may be described as being harsh when she kills.

He first found that peeping was so much fun.

At this moment it is far from the girl, Anwen did not deliberately choose the route, but approached it slowly. He did not notice, however, that on a dead tree a thousand metres away, there was a man lying on his back. And in Anwen's perception, this tree is empty.

“Hmm? What's sneaky?” The thousand nights on the trees suddenly opened their eyes and looked into the wilderness where nothing was found.