Twilight stretched out her finger thoughtfully, and tapped her lips, "I'm just curious. Let me guess, the reason that attracted you to Evernight may have something to do with Lord Anduya? Black Wing King The highest masterpiece is the original wing, a weapon with a soul, it is really unimaginable!"
"Have you been rambling for so long just to say these useless things?"
"Maybe, you know I'm so bored, it's rare to have someone to talk to. There are groups of trash outside, I don't even bother to look at them, let alone chat. Come on, let's continue... At that time, Primordial Wing was in front of us It is really unimaginable that there are people in this world whose bloodline is closer to the Black Wing King than a native species."
Twilight glanced at Yetong, "But no matter what, the prince couldn't find the whereabouts of the original wing when he launched the secret technique. It is almost impossible to find it after such a long time. You shouldn't You came to Eternal Night because of the Primordial Wings, or other undisclosed treasures of the Maharaja. Perhaps, you did it for... "
"Enough!" Yetong suddenly felt faint anger.
Twilight smiled deeply, but the end sound rose erratically, with an inexplicable temptation, she leaned close to Ye Tong, and said softly, "It's for someone, someone who may or may not be related to the Black Wing King. I have Guess right?"
Yetong suddenly calmed down, and said flatly, "That's right."
Twilight chuckled, "It doesn't matter what you say, the answer is already in our hearts. Well, I won't bother you, and enjoy this last free time, my dearest sister."
Twilight walked out, and when she passed by the desk, she stopped suddenly, and brushed away a few books scattered on the desk, revealing a piece of paper at the bottom. A half-length figure was outlined with a few strokes on the paper, with simple lines but very vivid.
It was a human teenager, and the texture and style of the shirt showed his identity as a civilian. He looked very young, looking straight ahead, with a clear and peaceful expression between his brows. However, a wisp of hair half covered his left eye, and the falling shadow cast a touch of melancholy on him.
That was Qianye when he was still in Lighthouse Town.
Yetong turned around like a whirlwind and shouted angrily, "What are you doing!?"
Twilight did not leave Yetong any chance at all, quickly grabbed the paper in his hand, glanced at it a few times, and then slowly raised it, with an indescribably cruel and cruel smile in his enchanting smile, "This is the paper you came to forever. The purpose of the night?"
Yetong began to emit a chill, his eyes gradually deepened, and he said slowly, "Twilight, you are looking for death."
"Can you kill me?" Twilight's blood also began to surge, far stronger than Yetong.
Yetong's eyes were completely flooded with bright blood, and Twilight's figure suddenly appeared in them. However, the blood around Twilight surged crazily, leaking out through her body, and a layer of scarlet mist wrapped her whole body. Therefore, in Yetong's blood-colored eyes, the figure that was close at hand became distorted and blurred, and seemed to disappear.
The two stood facing each other, and the battlefield suddenly shifted to Yetong's eyes. There, Twilight's figure twisted desperately, sometimes clear, sometimes blurred. If they held each other for a while, Twilight's figure couldn't disappear, but Yetong still couldn't fully grasp it and make it appear clearly.
This is a battle without gunpowder, but it is more dangerous than real swords and guns.
Twilight suddenly raised the paper in his hand, and Yetong's eyes turned cold.
"If we go on like this, there will be no results. You can't kill me, at least not now. And I have equally important reasons why I can't kill you. In this case, why don't we talk about it?"
Yetong nodded slowly, and the figure of Twilight finally faded from her eyes. She whispered, "Put that paper down."
The corner of Twilight's lips curled into an arc of unknown meaning, "Is this person very important to you?"
Yetong said indifferently: "That's not something you should care about."
"Maybe I should go and see him..." As soon as Twilight left her mouth, she immediately felt a more murderous intent than before rushing towards her. She laughed, "Look, don't you feel anxious now?"
Yetong's expression was extremely calm, but his murderous intent became more and more intense.
Twilight finally put away her fake smile, and said seriously: "Don't worry, I really just went to see him, and I won't do anything. Why would I do something to a human like an ant? You see, we do Let's make a deal, it's inconvenient for you to go out recently, but I don't have this restriction. I can go and see how he is doing and what troubles he has, and if I'm in a good mood, maybe I can help him, how about it?"
"not so good."
"Refused so simply?"
Yetong sneered and said, "You can't find him."
"That's not necessarily true."
Ye Tong was silent for a moment, then said, "What exactly do you want?"
Twilight's expression finally became eager, and he said word by word: "The blood essence of the Black Wing King in your hand!"
"That's impossible, I've already used it up." Yetong said flatly.
"Really? That's really a pity." Twilight didn't say anything more, looked at the portrait in his hand again, whistled, put it on the table with regret, and left the room.
Yetong stood there for quite a while before walking to the desk, picked up the portrait, and silently stared at the seemingly innocent boy. This was the first time she saw Qianye's appearance, and when she saw him later, she had changed a lot. Thinking of this, Yetong let out a light breath, and relaxed his tense back slightly.
When night falls, the twilight leaves the castle, turns into a black shadow, and goes away in an instant. In the middle of the night, she came to the foot of a lonely and deserted hill. Behind the cover of the miscellaneous trees, a wooden house was built. There was no light inside, and it looked indescribably weird.
Twilight walked to the wooden house, opened the door and entered.
The furnishings in the room are extremely simple, with some animal skins and hay on the floor, and a cold fireplace in the corner. The outer wall was blackened by smoke, but there was no spark inside, and there were even spots of rust on the barbecue grill next to it.
It looks like a hut for wild hunters to stay occasionally, but it seems that no one has been here for a long time.
Twilight didn't find a place to sit down, and stood upright in the middle of the wooden house, closing her eyes and meditating.
Not long after, the rusty hinge on the door shaft creaked again, and a stooped old man walked in.
He let out a hoarse and deep laugh, and said, "It's really rare, a big man came here today. Tell me, what can I do for you?"
Twilight threw a folded paper over and said, "Find me a person, this is his portrait, but it doesn't necessarily look exactly like this."
The old man unfolded it carefully, took it to the window, and looked through the moonlight. On the paper was Qianye's portrait, which was exactly the same as the one on Yetong's desk. As long as the things that pass through the eyes of the twilight, she can reproduce them exactly.
The old man looked at the portrait carefully and said: "It doesn't matter if the appearance changes. The proportion of the facial features and the skeleton is always traceable. I have already remembered these eyes. However, can you give me a starting range? The Eternal Night Continent is beyond my ability."
"He was... two years ago, he should have appeared in Sanhe County, the territory of the human race. Is this enough?"
"Well, there is a little possibility. But a commoner of the human race may have died long ago. You know, this is Yongye, those weak reptiles, there are too many misfortunes that can take away their humble lives... "
Twilight said resolutely: "Even if you die a hundred times, he won't die! I can be sure of this! Don't ramble, go and find him for me."
Startled by Twilight's suddenly raised voice, the old man took a step back and slammed into the wooden wall. He snorted a few times before saying, "I can try my best, but it's very expensive..."
"How much do you want, just tell me." Twilight's voice was cold.
"You know, sometimes crystal coins can't be exchanged for everything..." The old man raised his eyes secretly, a ray of greedy light flashed, and boldly aimed at the most obvious part of the curve.
Unexpectedly, Twilight saw all his small movements in his eyes, snorted immediately, raised his finger, spurted out a thin line of blood energy, pierced through the old man's thigh like lightning, and dragged his not light body on the floor tow.
The old man suddenly screamed like a pig butcher, scratching in the air with his hands, black air came out from his fingertips, but for some reason, he couldn't touch the blood line no matter what. It wasn't until he howled for a full three minutes that Twilight regained her blood.
The old man's injured thigh slammed hard on the floor, making a jaw-dropping sound. He covered the bloody wound, trembling with pain, and couldn't even cry out.
Twilight threw a few crystal coins on him, and said coldly: "This is the deposit. You 'grey-clothed night walkers' claim to have penetrated all the shadows in the realm of eternal night? Don't think that the Twilight Continent can only rely on you, Just think about what you shouldn't get. Next time you dare to look around, I will directly dig out your eyes. What do you think an elder in black is of use to Monroe's pure blood?"
The old man shivered involuntarily when he heard the name of Monroe, and immediately grabbed the crystal coin tightly, and said repeatedly: "Don't worry, don't worry! It only takes half a month, and there will be results, for sure!"
"If you take my money and there is no result, you know what will happen."
The old man nodded desperately, almost swearing to the sky to cast a blood curse.
"Wrap your legs, don't bleed to death before finishing my work." Twilight finished speaking and walked out of the cabin.
When Twilight reached the edge of the miscellaneous woods, a tall man in a long black trench coat quietly appeared from the shadow of a big tree and followed behind Twilight. He was exceptionally handsome, with exceptionally long fingers.
"Gemu, come here again in half a month and get the results back for me."
The young vampire named Gemu laughed silently, and asked, "And then?"
Twilight said coldly: "Then you gouged out his eyes, and cut off his left hand and left foot."
"That's it? Don't let him die a little longer?"
"No, save his life, Monroe won't kill the people who do things for us."
Gemu shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, saying, "It's really an ancient and rotten principle."
Twilight turned her head and gave Gemu a hard look, "Don't say such things before you have the ability to challenge those old guys. Because it's meaningless, understand?"
Gemu smiled indifferently and said, "We will be able to challenge them sooner or later, won't we?"
"Let's wait until that day!" Mu Hui said, his figure flickered continuously, and he was a hundred meters away in an instant.
Gemu ran up, chased after her and shouted: "Hey, wait for me! Listen to me, there are a lot of strange people around recently..."
Night once again enveloped the Eternal Night Continent, as if it had never left, and the few hours of sunlight during the day seemed to be just a dream.
Qianye had already entered his tent at this time, ready to practice. But for some reason, an irresistible tiredness suddenly hit him, he barely controlled his body, found a fairly comfortable position, and then fell into a deep sleep.
Qianye had a very strange dream, it was a dark forest, full of dark ancient trees. Every tree has no leaves, only bare branches, all twisted out of shape. As far as the eye can see, there is no smooth and straight line in front of my eyes, and the mess that hits the vision seems to be the ancient tree's extremely painful but silent cry.
In the middle of the forest, there is a group of white shadows that stand out, it is a young girl walking alone.