Monarch of Evernight

Song Zining continued to wear his clothes and said casually: “Although the chill has not returned, you can start working. Such a blessing, it is impossible to say without effort. ”

A gorgeous woman was lying beside him, and she whispered to him, "Just trying during the day? I don't see you doing much work. ”

Song Zining laughed: “Not long after Ben's first appearance, his body is thin, but he can't stand the torment like you. If you try again, you won't be able to make it through tonight. I'd like to keep more warm with you. ”

The woman smiled softly and hugged Song Zining from behind. "You can talk! But you just got here, and you can't stand the torment here. ”

Song Zining reached out and caressed her face gently, smiling: “Why are you sighing all of a sudden? ”

She said softly, "I suddenly can't bear to leave you, but I don't want to force you to stay and suffer the same suffering as I did. ”

Song Zining was dressed, but sat beside her again, with a shallow smile on her mouth. “It's no rush anyway, if you want, just tell me about you. ”

The woman suddenly seemed to have no idea that Song Zining would be so considerate. There were some waves of light hidden in her eyes. She looked away and sighed slightly, continuing: "Is that all? About a decade ago, I was sent to the Whirlpool, and shortly after I arrived, I was chosen as an expedition team to explore the central region. We were particularly unlucky that time, almost as soon as we got into the central region, we got ambushed, and we fell into the hands of adults, no, those guys. ”

“All overthrown? ”

“Yes, eight people, none of them escaped. ”

"'None of them can escape,' said Song Zining. 'But it's a little strange. Are you saying..."

The woman bites her teeth: “Of course there are those who have been captured by the Empire in the past who have led the way and plotted it. Otherwise, how can we know all our ways to fight back and escape? Almost one face, we're halfway down. ”

Song Zining didn't seem surprised. He continued to ask: “What about the people who lead the way? ”

Hate flashed in women's eyes, biting their teeth: “It took me three years to survive the torture of changing my body in order to survive and increase my strength. Three years later, my strengths far exceeded those of men, and I made demands on the adults to bring them all to my command. Then the first time I took them out hunting, I hung them all up in a tree and made them cry for three days before they died! Even so, it was only a small part of the torture and humiliation they inflicted on me! ”

Song Zi preferred to be silent for a moment. "What did you just say about changing your body? ”

The woman doesn't answer the question, “Did I scare you so hard? ”

Song Zining patted her gently. “I can almost think of what you were going through when I saw you. Any strength comes at a price, and the price you pay seems extra heavy. ”

The woman nodded and said, "In order to preserve memory and reason, every night I stabbed myself in secret, staying awake for a moment with pain, looking back at what I had been through, my people, everything about me. But even so, by now, I can't even remember my name, and I can only remember a few moments from the past. ”

“Haven't you forgotten that hatred? ”

“No.”

“Looks like they did deserve to die. ”

"I never understood," said the woman. "People of the same descent, they have also been tortured. Why are they being so harsh on us? Even worse than those four-armed guys! ”

“Are they to show loyalty?” Song Zining asked.

The woman shouted, “Fucking loyalty! Our bodies are gradually changing under the influence of the world, and they are different from our peoples. Without those four-armed white fruit wines, we wouldn't be able to live long. So the Four Arms are not afraid that we will betray each other. There is only one way to betray each other. Death! ”

Song Zining pondered for a moment. “So that's it. But I see a lot of changed people like you, and I don't remember the Empire sending so many people to the swirl. What's going on here? ”

The woman sighed and said, "Some of the people you see are not from the Empire, but descendants of our reformed people here. Not just with those indigenous, maybe other peoples, maybe dark races, anything is possible. ”

Song Zining obviously had some accidents. He raised his eyebrows and said: “Can there be future generations? ”

“Of course there is. In this damn place, anything seems possible. ”

Song Zining was a big surprise. It has long been proven that there can be no future generations, such as spider demons, between human beings and certain dark races. It is also extremely difficult to have offspring with the demons. But in the Great Vortex, it seems that everything is for survival and reproduction, and the differences between the various intelligent races are so great that they seem to retain future generations. It's just hard to tell what will happen to future generations.

Song Zining frowned. “Even so, the number seems to be too much. ”

“Here, the baby begins to grow up, only three or five years from now," the woman said. They can rebuild the next generation as adults, and the next generation is three to five years of age. ”

“So soon?” Song Zining was surprised.

The woman nodded.

Song Zining said: “If so, isn't the whole world these people? ”

But the woman didn't think so, "These guys are weak, they're killed everywhere. Even if they come together, they can't fight a four-armed samurai. They go out hunting, often dying to make a difference. ”

Song Zining frowned, hidden anxiety. Deep in the world, perhaps, lies a great secret he doesn't even know.

The woman looked at the sky, her face was bright red, and her hands touched Song Zining. Song Zining gave way to Jean and smiled bitterly: “I can't stand it anymore. ”

A woman shouted and brought over a bottle of wine. “There's some more wine here. Drink it and you'll have strength. ”

Song Zining didn't answer. “No, if I take it, what happens to you in the next few days? ”

“I go hunting again for more. ”

Song Zining gently but resolutely pushed the wine back, "No, I can't let you fight for it. ”

“My life has long been worthless. If I hadn't met you, I probably wouldn't be long and I would have completely forgotten what happened back then. ”

Song Zi thought about it and said, “Well, I'm very interested in the weapons you use. Can you help me find some boutiques? ”

The woman stood up and said, "No problem. I'm going back to Fort Stone to challenge those cowards who can't fight and are good at making weapons. You wait, I'll win a few in a minute! ”

Song Zining turned slightly.

The woman jumped up, rising with heavy gravity, borrowing a little more force at the end of the tree, suddenly going away. This leap will show strength.

Soon after, she came back with an extra wound on her face. But by this time, the camp was empty.

She shrugged, and the knife in her hand landed on the ground. She suddenly saw a tiny bottle in the middle of the camp that she had never seen before. She used to pick up the bottle, open it, and suddenly a nose poured out of the nose.

This full pot of wine was left to her by Song Zining.

The wells of the stars became lively again, confronting blood families such as Edward again at night.

Twilight pointed to the wellhead and said, "We did find the other wellhead, but none of it was good. So we want to use it here. ”

Thousands of nights are fun, "okay.” But he paused and asked, “But do you dare? ”

Twilight and Edward looked ugly, and this question of Thousand Nights was clearly not good intentions.

Among the strong members of the bloodline, strength aside from Edward is twilight, while others are wounded individually. The mysterious black robe who always refused to show his face was stronger than Twilight, but was beaten seriously by Ji Tianqing and has not recovered.

Twilight enters the well and can easily sweep across the strong blood family at night, then the three of them siege Edward. And Edward couldn't get into the well, and a thousand nights a man could kill all his blood, and then at the well head, Edward would die in a downhole void.

Either way, as long as we roll our faces at night, the bloodline is the end of a total collapse. Not to mention the heavy loss, the downhole man is doomed to crash, not to mention the source blood. The only hope is that the Millennial Night Club will keep its promise. But don't say that the two camps are engaged, that is, the families of two people, or between the two dark races, and don't dare to place all hope on each other's trust.

Edward's face is getting ugly, after all, because of the lack of strength on their part. He couldn't figure it out. Why couldn't he hold back a thousand nights with his own blood? As for ranking lower in the Blood River than in the Thousand Nights, it was never possible in his heart.

Seeing that the blood tribes did not respond, the thousand nights seemed easier and more relaxed, without retreating, smiled: “Now that we have given way to the wellhead, why, are you not going in? ”

Looking at the nearby wells of the stars, Edward's face is getting shady. Thousand nights made way, but how could he walk through it? Commitment, though important, is no less important than a blood son.

Just at the impasse, the voice of Anwen suddenly sounded: “Should the bloodline also use the star wells? ”

Edward turned around and said, “Anwen! ”

Anwen was very casual and smiled: “Exactly me. I think I'm one of the last people in the vortex you want to see, right? ”

Edward hummed and came to a default. His hands swing behind his back, indicating twilight. Twilight glanced across the field, paused on his body for a thousand nights, then bit his teeth, ready to retreat. They could have considered doing business with the people before, but in the same situation, they would never give the Demons half the trust.

Yet Twilight just moved and suddenly she was covered in an ice chiller, making her afraid to move slightly.

She turned her head and saw the blank photograph appearing behind her side sometime. Her eyes were all over herself looking bad. Where the blank light falls, Twilight feels like a needle prick, like there's no guard at all.