Monarch of Evernight

The night descended and life grew silent. In an area where there is still five or six times more gravity, the night of silence remains brutal and not easily resisted by any powerful man.

The giant wolf lay quietly on the ground, her hair slightly open, fluffy, looking unspeakable warm. Each tip of its hair is covered in hidden millimeters, and its entire body is covered in a faint halo. This layer of halo is not simple. It actually blocks most of the chills at night. The rest of the chills are only cool for William at the top of the peak.

Zhao Ruoxi still looked at the campfire and thought about his heart. The chills of the night seemed to be dispersed by the fire, and the shaky Manche Sauvignon added a lot of fantasy to the empty space.

Suddenly she sighed in a shadow, seemingly unbearable pain and loneliness hidden in her heart. She stretched her hand and a wine bowl flew into her hand.

The giant wolf's half-crushed eyes suddenly opened, revealing tension, wondering whether to stop her. This is white fruit wine taken from indigenous people, and there are several large altars next to it.

Even the six-armed general fell under Mansh Shawar. The usual indigenous stone castle was like paper paste in front of Zhao Ruoxi. In the flower bloom on the other bank, the indigenous people died, and a few survivors finally knew about the fear and fled far away.

Although William has not entered the great swirl, the werewolf is also an ancient and everlasting race, and he is equally knowledgeable. Just smelling it, he roughly judged the effect of the wine. He raised his head and tried to stop her, but suddenly he remembered hearing what she had just revealed, and his heart was freezing.

Under Zhao Ruoxi's sweet appearance, that heart is clear, especially like revenge.

He still hesitated. Zhao Ruoxi had opened the bar and smelled it in front of his nose. He frowned: “It smells so bad! ”

William nodded immediately and couldn't help but throw away the drink immediately. But Zhao Ruoxi thought about it and poured two large bowls of wine.

She held up a bowl and sighed softly: "I've always heard that a lot can be forgotten after drinking. I hope... forget him too! ”

Without William stopping, she leaned back and drank. Drink, she pointed to the other bowl and said, "Big dog, drink with me! ”

William had fears in his eyes, but he couldn't say no. He had to drink the wine on his scalp.

Zhao Ruoxi poured two more bowls and drank them all himself. William knew he couldn't escape, but he had to drink with him.

Two large bowls of wine underneath, Zhao Ruoxi's face has become unusual red, and his eyes have become lively and spiritual. "It's interesting to drink," she laughed. "It doesn't seem that bad now. ”

William's eyes were a little reddish, his neck haired up, and he threw his tail anxiously. He didn't find it funny, but now the alcohol is burning in his stomach, like a fire, so he just wants to throw up, but he can't throw up.

Werewolves are naturally resistant to spirits and medicines, and this white fruit wine has a shadow effect on race and other races, much less on werewolves. And William is a genius at the top of the mountains, talented and more resistant to alcohol. But even so, he now feels a little physically wrong, and his male instincts, which are not yet fully mature, are flourishing in the dark.

He was cautious and knew he couldn't drink anymore. But before he made up his mind, another large bowl of wine was thrown in front of him.

“Never drink another fourth bowl!” William slowly finished his third bowl with a deep resolve.

After three bowls of wine for each of them, the bar was empty. William was just relieved and suddenly Zhao Ruoxi poured another sip of wine. He lifted the mud seal and began pouring again.

As she looked up, the fourth bowl of wine was already in her belly and her eyes became brighter and brighter. She pointed at the bowl of wine in front of William and laughed: "Here, drink the water! ”

Where does William drink?

But the next moment, his neck hair was grabbed by Zhao Ruoxi's little hand, and the giant wolf head was pressed directly into the bowl!

Spirits like fire are poured straight into the nose, and William's nose is burned like a flame, unspeakable pain. The werewolf's nose was particularly sensitive, and for a moment, William felt suffocated. He had to take a sip of the liquid to avoid the fate of being drowned by spirits.

Zhao Ruoxi didn't let go until he saw the bottom of the bowl. William lay down on the ground and coughed so hard that he gasped.

Not yet, the wine bowl was thrown in front of him.

“Come on, drink! ”

William finally realized the reality and lowered his head and drank water. In this day and age, it's not easy to earn a living, no matter what you do.

“Drink water! ”

“And a bowl! ”

“This is the last bowl. ”

“This is the last bowl. Did I just say something? Forget it.”

“Cut the crap, drink the water! ”

“What's wrong with water? ”

“That's right, it hurts. ”

William no longer remembers how much he drank, he just feels that consciousness and reason are floating, unprecedented feelings are filling his body, his heart is even more proud, it seems that the whole continent is not enough for him to grind his teeth, what is drinking water?

The empty wine altar has been piled up into hills, and Zhao Ruoxi's eyes are still flowing with water, and it is already rocking. She suddenly burst into tears in her eyes and couldn't stop. She wiped and wiped, but the tears just kept coming.

She cried softly.

After not knowing how long, she cried tirelessly, twisted herself, fell by the campfire and fell asleep.

William looked beside him and was worried. But after a while, fear became confusion. Zhao Ruoxi slept well, and his vitality neither slowed down nor showed signs of a boiling desire. She's like an alcoholic teenager, sleeping deep.

William was so confused, he drank just as much. With the resistance of werewolves to alcoholic drugs, desire is also burning at this moment, almost impossible to suppress. Zhao Ruoxi is just a young girl with no power, how can she not react to alcohol?

He stood up a little nervously, shook his head hard, but still couldn't keep down his instinctive desire for fire in his body, and subconsciously took a step toward Zhao Ruoxi. But just as he stepped out, he suddenly felt a little tingle under his feet, and he looked down and saw that only one flower on the other bank was fading away rapidly. As it fades, William's forefinger fur color dries quickly and dimly, like grass. Skin under the hair is also stained with dead gray.

When Williamson woke up, he realized that he was almost under his instincts and hurried back. As soon as he retreated, a large sway of flowers stabilized and did not continue to fade.

William was somewhat aware that whether it was cold on a cold night or the lustful effect of white fruit wine, it was offset by the power of Manchester's Sauvignon. The power of the world, for the average strong, is hard to resist, but in front of Mansh Savannah, it is completely inadequate.

As long as this flower on the other side still exists, no one can come near Zhao Ruoxi.

William let go of his heart and took another step back, looking at her with more love. But there was more and more blood in his eyes, and the brightness in his pupils faded a little.

It turned sharply and instantly disappeared deep into the forest.

Under the night, Taya was sitting under a tree, holding her hands to her knees and defending herself against the cold night in a primitive way. Suddenly she turned her head and saw the giant wolf walking out of the woods. Her face was full of surprises and she stood up to greet her. “William, you...”

She hasn't finished her sentence, and the giant wolf suddenly jumped up and died pressing her down.

Taya shouted, busy hands and feet, resisting the giant wolf who kept tearing his clothes off, screaming: “Come on, we're almost adults! No, I can't! ”

She suddenly looked William in the eye and said, "You, what kind of wine did you drink? Why are you drinking so much? ”

She sighed and stopped resisting, turning over and turning into a big wolf, brown fur soft as satin.

Night passed and dawn arrived.

Zhao Ruoxi opened his eyes and was stung by the morning light in front of him. She sat upside down, stretched out a lazy waist and turned her eyes bright, completely blind to the effects of hangovers. She looked around and glanced at the empty wine bar next to her. Her face changed and her anger soared: “Well, a big dog dared to steal my drink too! Look, I'm not peeling it! I love white fur. ”

William stared.

A moment later, the young girl and the giant wolf were on their way again. This time William hung a lot of pieces, in addition to a bunch of wine jars, and a lot of tree branches and flowers, all in Zhao Ruoxi's collection for the day.

Or thought he was struggling, and the young girl made a crown and put it on his head.

Not far away, Zhao Ruoxi suddenly turned his head and looked to the side forest. His beautiful little face was full of killing gas.

“I cut off a six-arm, can't I frighten you? If you want to die, I'll kill you!” She's cold. Nor did she see her move, and there was a flower suddenly fading around her.

There was a whimper hidden in the forest, and potential people quickly went away. Zhao Ruoxi was more angry. He hummed and raised his little hand. He was about to continue his attack, and suddenly the corner of his shirt pulled. She looked down and saw the giant wolf biting her horn and pulling.

With this delay, Lin Zhongmen have long gone far. Looking at the giant wolf, Zhao Ruoxi was a little upset. He reached out and grabbed his top skin. "You are soft and you don't know how to survive. It's okay. Stay with me. I'll feed you. ”

As soon as William stayed, he no longer wanted to be around this little girl who was just sweet on the outside. She loves white fur. Ever since she showed her true taste, every touch she took scared William into battle.

But in this vortex, the power of Manche Salvatore has become incredible. William is the Duke of Jin and will never escape her claws.

All he had to do was drool his head, carry his luggage, and walk away inexorably.

There is a long way to go, but I don't know when it will end.

On the other side of the great swirl, Song Zining stretched his lazy waist and slowly woke up.

A soft voice sounded next to her: "How did you get up so early? The chill hasn't returned yet. ”