"General Cointreau, no...... Don't make such jokes. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info "Brigadier General broke out in a cold sweat.

The lieutenant colonel was young and vigorous, and shouted: "Zhao Jundu! Don't think that with Zhao Valve's support, you can do whatever you want!"

Before the lieutenant colonel finished speaking, he was pulled behind by the brigadier general and reprimanded: "Shut up for me!

Zhao Jundu didn't appreciate it, and said with a smile: "When have you ever heard that Zhao Jundu is joking with me?

Even if he was ridiculed and felt that the atmosphere was not right, the brigadier general did not dare to say anything, and after saluting, he hurriedly withdrew with the lieutenant colonel.

After the military department came and left in despair, the woman asked with some puzzlement: "These two guys are just small people, it seems useless to embarrass them, right?"

"Of course it works. No matter what kind of reply I gave, I said that I had read the military department's emergency report. As a member of the Empire, I owe it to the orders of the military department, no matter what bullshit they are. But now, since I have never seen this order, it is up to me how I act. Hehe, if it weren't for them going back to spread the word, I wouldn't even have seen anyone from the military headquarters. ”

"But then you won't get back the place of Thousand Nights, right?"

"Yes or not. But no matter who it is, since he dares to swallow the quota of Qianye, I Zhao Jundu will write down this matter, and I will let him return it tenfold in the future. ”

The woman sighed lightly and said, "I don't know if the Thousand Nights will wake up." ”

"There's always hope. Isn't Song Zining already arranged?" Speaking of this, Zhao Jundu suddenly frowned, stood up, paced back and forth in the hall a few times, and said solemnly: "No, he has limited resources in his hands, and he can't mobilize any masters, even if he adds the Wei family, I'm afraid it won't be enough." You go and find out what his final arrangement is, and then stay by and help him if necessary. There is no need to scruple about this trip!"

The woman bowed and withdrew.

After the woman left, the hall suddenly became cold. Somehow, Zhao Jundu's face suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. When this subordinate was sent back, it was already a cold corpse, and although his facial expressions had been processed, he could still see the extreme anger and unwillingness before death.

Zhao Jundu stretched out his hand and subconsciously wanted to grab the gun, but he felt empty. Only then did he remember that the gun that he had to name in the future had already been sent to recuperate, and he was not at hand at the moment. He silently withdrew his hand, but he couldn't suppress the faint anxiety in his heart.

It's just that the Li family has already stated that they will definitely give a satisfactory answer, and they will deal with Li Tianquan according to the law. At the same time, the Li family also sent a master to find out that there was someone else who killed Duan Chengpeng, and Li Tianquan did not kill him. The matter was explained reasonably, and Li Qianglan sent the medicine first, so Zhao Jundu had to endure it first and wait for the Li family to give further results.

Mr. Xiao did all the tricks, but he didn't expect that the Li family was able to pass through the heavens, and he was also a good doctor, and he saw through his final arrangement. And the attitude of the Li family was far beyond his expectations.

In the deepest part of the Twilight Continent, in a vast area that humans have never set foot before, stands a towering peak. The summit of the peak, which is almost as straight as a knife, is actually built with a magnificent castle. Even in the eternal night, when the strong are like clouds, it is a miracle.

The castle has been painted with a heavy black color over time, and the edges of the walls and the steps of the stairs are shining gold from the friction, and it is clear that the castle is made of metal.

In the depths of the castle, at the end of the hall that is tens of meters high, the only throne in the entire hall is placed on the high platform, and the moonlight shines on the throne through the high colored windows on the wall, making this the only place of high light.

At the top of the throne sat an old man who described himself as ancient, with a high crown on his head, and as thin as a skeleton. His eyes were closed, and his jaw was resting on his hands, as if he were napping. But in this lonely and lonely hall, there was no one, and the two closed doors were covered with mottled rust, and several chains as thick as the legs of beasts locked the doors together.

Time seemed to have stood still in this hall, as if there was no power that could make a difference here.

When everything in the hall seemed to be eternal, the main hall suddenly shook slightly. At first, the shaking was slight, but it became more and more violent, with dust and rust falling from the dome, and the chains that locked the gate shaking, striking the temple door with earth-shattering noises.

On the throne, the ancient king like a skeleton also felt the vibration and slowly opened his eyes. In his eye sockets, there were no eyeballs, only two pools of cloudy plasma. When he was awakened, he slowly lowered his head, his gaze piercing through the obstacles, scanning everything inside the castle on the mountain. After just one glance, he was furious, and a roar resounded throughout the mountain: "Blood pool! Who destroyed my blood pool!"

He reached out and tugged at the chains beside the throne, and the ringing of bells rang through the castle. However, when he pulled it for the third time, he suddenly heard a Kacha sound, and a phalanx fell to the ground. The ancient king turned his head to look at his hand, only to realize that perhaps it was because of excessive force, not only in the palm of his hand, but also in his arm that cracked. His skin and flesh had turned into a thin layer against his bones, and when they cracked, only a layer of gray was visible.

The ancient king had to slow down his movements to avoid any further damage to his withered body. He tried to stand up, but the bones of his legs creaked and he didn't dare to move. He opened his mouth and let out a continuous, high-pitched howl, calling his people to come.

After a few moments, the chains wrapped around the door began to twitch slowly, retracting into the wall in a complex predetermined trajectory. This process is complicated and long, which makes the ancient king extremely anxious, but helpless. These measures, originally intended to protect him from harm during his slumber, could not be shortened.

The door of the temple finally opened, and dozens of blood clans carried a bronze coffin into the room. As soon as the ancient king looked at the bronze coffin, his tone immediately changed: "Why is there only this? It will take seven days for this level of source blood for me to fully recover!"

The first marquis knelt down on one knee and said in fear: "Your Highness, because the ancient blood pool has been destroyed, the highest level of source blood is gone, and now there are only these spare source blood left in the castle." ”

"Then why are you still here, instead of going after that sinner!!"

"Your Highness, this matter is very strange, and the timing of the other party's choice is just right. At this time, I don't think it's my duty to hunt down the infiltrators, but to protect you. ”

The anger of the ancient king subsided, and he began to think, "You mean, the person who destroyed the ancient blood pool is not from another race?"

"Yes. When the infiltrator escaped, he was wounded by us, leaving a little of his blood behind. ”

The ancient king immediately stretched out his withered hand, "Take it!"

The Marquis handed over a piece of black garment stained with blood. The ancient king took it, and when he smelled it at the end of his nose, his voice immediately lowered a little: "This is...... A taste of Monroe!"

In the main hall, the expressions of many blood clans changed. Although Monroe was suppressed by the Queen of the Night, he was still a behemoth to their twelfth-ranked Caton clan. Moreover, it is now rumored that the Queen of the Night will fall asleep after the end of the Battle of the Floating Land, and the suppression of Monroe will become a deterrent at that time. The Monroe clan will be free to act again.

The Marquis said: "Maybe it wasn't Monroe, but other clans, but it was a man of Monroe blood." ”

The ancient king's voice was full of chills: "An infiltrator with Monroe's top-level bloodline who can silently infiltrate the depths of my ancient castle, what level do you think it will be, and it will be used by other clans?"

The Marquis was immediately unable to answer.

The ancient king said in a deep voice: "The ancient blood pool has been destroyed, and this matter cannot be hidden. Since you can't hide it, you just make a big fuss. Her Majesty is not asleep yet!"

The Marquis replied, "Yes, Your Highness." I'll arrange a manhunt at once, and I'll notify the other ancient clans at the same time. But is it a little bit late?"

"Why?!" anger came to the Old King's tone.

"Your Highness, you have been recovering longer than ever this time. In case someone catches on this, sneak attack at this time......"

The ancient king was shocked, his eyes narrowed, and after a moment, he said, "Use the people in the clan to hunt down first, and after three days, notify the other clans." ”

Three days later, a piece of news shocked the core area of the Twilight Continent, one of the twelve ancient clans, the ancient blood pool of the Karton clan, was destroyed, and all the ancient source blood was stolen.

It didn't take long for the various ancient clans to react, all expressing great anger at the act. The importance of the ancient blood pool to the marquis and even the higher ranks is self-evident. It is the best means of recovery when they are battered, and when their lives are coming to an end, it is the last resort to maintain their existence.

Powerful clans such as Paz and Monroe will have multiple ancient blood pools within the clan. For a clan like Caton, it can only maintain an ancient blood pool. It will probably take decades to rebuild the ancient blood pool again. During this time, the Caton clan will become very vulnerable, and will no longer have much advantage compared to the powerful clans outside of the ancient clans.

The Ancient Blood Pool was so important to the Blood Clan that all the Ancient Clans were surprisingly unanimous, even though Monroe expressed his anger and sent his core members to join the hunt. Of course, Monroe didn't admit that the incident had anything to do with him.

In this way, a large net centered on the darkest area of the Twilight Continent and expanded rapidly, covering half of the continent in the blink of an eye.

On the vast plains of the Twilight Continent, a vague figure is moving rapidly. The night pupil hunched her body, and ran into the distance with the undulating grass and scattered lonely trees to cover her tracks.

The black tights on her body were torn in multiple places, some of them were already intact skin, and some of them were still rolled up with flesh. Even the strongest of the bloodlines would be unbearable for several days of sleepless running, not to mention that on the way to escape, they also experienced several battles?

The night pupil's feet went limp, and she almost fell to the ground. However, she felt the blazing ancient source blood in her arms suddenly have strength again, and continue to run into the distance.

PS: On the first day of the new year, you have to change it again anyway, take a good omen.