Although they are dozens of kilometers apart, this light is also reflected in the eyes of the night pupil. She hesitated, then ran in the direction of the light.

Ten minutes later, the night pupil appeared outside the lighthouse.

The gate of the town had not been repaired, and of course even if it were, the five-meter-high wall would be useless in front of her. With a slight leap, the night pupil stood silently on the ten-meter-high castle tower.

The bald sheriff was sitting a few meters away, dozing with his flask and shotgun. He was so drunk that he had obviously drunk a lot, and he didn't notice anything about the night pupil. However, even if he didn't drink a drop of alcohol and was fully vigilant, there was no way to find out about the existence of the night pupil.

The pupils of the night scanned the town, their eyes flowing. In her field of vision, the blood of all the people in the town was displayed one by one. The blood of these people is a tonic for her, which can speed up the recovery from her injuries. However, there was no high-quality blood in the town, much to her disappointment.

But the night pupil immediately opened his frowning brows. High-quality blood means a master with strong qi and blood, and now she can't beat those who are really strong.

Suddenly, the night pupil saw the bar of the thousand nights. The words on the sign were still only sand and shimmering, lighter than the previous days, but the darkness was no obstacle to the night pupils.

"Manshu Sawa is such a desolate area, and there are actually people who know about Manshu Sawah?" Night Hitomi was a little surprised.

She jumped to her feet and swept dozens of meters in the air as light as a swallow before she began to fall. After another start, she was already standing at the door of the bar.

The door was hidden, and when a thousand nights returned, the blood of darkness was terrible. In his rush to find medicine, he forgot to lock the door.

Hitomi is also curious about this bar. She gently pushed open the door and stepped into the hall, scanning her surroundings. In front of her bottomless eyes, there were no secrets. She even saw that just under the floor tiles in the center of the hall, there was a square hollow in which a long suitcase was hidden.

She had little interest in the contents of the box, and there could be no curiosities in such a desolate place. On the contrary, she has a lot of interest in the owner of the bar, and not everyone knows the special meaning of the word Manjush Sahua. It's too difficult to piece together these four words without making the wrong strokes.

Nightpupil walked in and behind the bar. But she had just taken a few steps when suddenly it was dark in front of her, and an irresistible feeling of dizziness suddenly appeared!

"What a terrible shackle of blood! Oops" Before the night pupil could do anything, he shook and fell to the ground, then lost consciousness.

Qianye was cultivating in the bedroom at this time. He had once again withstood the test of twenty Force tides, and was hesitating to attempt twenty-one impacts when he suddenly heard a muffled thud in the hall outside, as if a heavy object was falling to the ground.

"Thief?" Chiya was a little strange.

The thieves in the town are all Zhao Gongzi's subordinates, who dares to be so blind and steal their own things? It is even more impossible for outsiders to wander, they will only go to private houses, not to special places such as bars and hotels. In the Eternal Night Continent, a special place means a dangerous place.

Qianye stood up quietly, reached out and felt for a saber, and slowly walked out. His movements were soft but steady, his feet were completely silent, his breathing was very slow, and even his heartbeat slowed down to reduce the chance of detection.

When I entered the hall, the door that had not been repaired for a long time opened a crack, and there was nothing unusual except that, but there was an extra woman on the floor.

Qianye didn't rush closer, but walked around the doors and windows first, and after making sure that there was no one hiding and ambushing outside, then he flashed through the open door like a ghost. He didn't close the door, but in the process he had placed a thin silk thread on the two protruding rivets behind the door, and a small grenade was hung at the same time.

If anyone rushed in, it would inevitably break the thread, and he would taste the spray of hundreds of tiny steel balls.

With the guards and defenses in place, Qianye circled around the woman again, then approached her feet and touched her calves lightly.

She didn't respond.

Chiya stabbed her in the shin again, her body twitching instinctively, and she let out a low moan, then didn't react again. Qianye relieved her mind a little, her reaction was very normal, indicating that she was indeed unconscious, not pretending to be dead.

Of course, it is not excluded that she is a real veteran and can deceive an experienced hunter like Chiya. However, Qianye has seen more dark races pretending to be dead, and the wisdom and strength of the dark races are basically proportional. Generally, those who can have this level of acting skills don't have to play any tricks with Qianye, they just pounce on him and strangle him.

The Red Scorpion is indeed one of the aces in the Imperial Army, but it does not mean omnipotent. The individual strength of most dark races is stronger than that of black scorpion-level warriors, not to mention Qianye, a young rookie who is at the bottom of the red scorpion. In a one-on-one confrontation, the inherently weak flesh of human beings will suffer a great loss.

After a thousand nights of temptation, he began to look at this woman carefully.

She has slightly short black hair, and even when curled up on the ground, she can be seen to be tall, and her legs are long, and her whole body is well-proportioned and powerful, without a trace of excess fat.

Such a body may not look very strong, but its explosive power is terrifying, and combined with flexibility, coordination and high speed, it is the most difficult fighter to deal with on the battlefield. The Red Scorpion's chief and deputy legion commanders are all of this kind of body shape, and Qianye himself is also biased towards this route.

She was wrapped in a dark black field uniform, the style of the ordinary field regiment of the Empire, with military boots on her feet that reached her knees. She had very few visible weapons on her body, and she did not carry any firearms, except for a short knife stuck in her waist and a leather bag hanging from her.

Qianye carefully pulled out the short knife at her waist, and then quickly stepped back a few meters, and saw that she was completely unresponsive, so she began to look down.

This is a very ordinary multi-purpose short knife, the back of the knife is serrate, but the material is very special, it seems to be made of some biological bones, and no metal material is used in the whole body. The short knife was heavy, weighing ten kilograms, comparable to a small battle axe.

Qianye tried the blade, and it was extremely sharp, no worse than the red scorpion's matching knife. Moreover, because it is a bone blade, it can evade the detection of many security systems. But the fact that this short knife is so heavy can affect its flexibility somewhat. It's just that when the hand-to-hand is handsome, it may make the opponent misjudge, which is a little advantageous.

Qianye stuck it on the floor beside him, and as a result, the blood-colored light on the short knife flashed slightly, and it immediately lost its handle!

The floor of the bar lobby is all hard bluestone, and there is no grille commonly used in residential buildings underneath, which means that it is not hollow, but connected to the foundation. He didn't use much force, the short knife could have no handle, could it be that this was actually a Force weapon?

But then, no matter how much Chiya tried to urge with the Force, the dagger didn't respond at all.

Qianye took off the leather bag around her waist again, opened it and looked at it. There was a neat row of seven prismatic thorns neatly arranged in the purse, apparently a weapon used for throwing. The spurs are also made of unknown bones, and the three protruding edges rotate slightly at an angle. If thrown at high speeds, it should spin on its own, improving accuracy.

There was a slight smell of bitter almonds on the thorns, which made Qianye awe-inspiring, and her movements were more gentle and careful. This smell is likely to mean several terrible poisons, and if you accidentally break the skin and see blood, Qianye Zhidao may not be able to support it for a few minutes. The Soldier's Recipe has no anti-poison or healing properties.

There was also a compartment in the leather bag, with several neatly cut blood-colored crystals, which seemed to be flowing with blood, and exuded a faint bloody gas.

Qianye took out a crystal and looked at it carefully for a while, but he couldn't make out what it was, and he didn't seem to have heard of it after looking through his memory. Just seeing the bright red flowing inside the crystal, Qianye felt that the dark blood in his body was actually ready to move.

Qianye was slightly startled, and quickly put the blood crystal back in its place and buckled the leather bag. This leather bag does not seem to be an ordinary material now, and as soon as it closes, it isolates all the smell of blood, and does not reveal a single trace.

Qianye crouched down beside her, and with ten fingers gently, he touched her all over her body to make sure that there were no hidden weapons, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and turned her over.

When she saw her face clearly, Qianye suddenly felt that her heart tightened, as if she had missed a beat.

It is a face of perfection that has reached the extreme of human imagination, and any language of praise seems redundant. As soon as it appeared, it occupied all of Qianye's vision and thoughts, as if only this indescribable face was left in heaven and earth.

There is no shortage of stunning colors in the dark race, not to mention the blood race, and there are many amazing and lingering existences among the mysterious and powerful demon descendants. Among the well-known powerhouses of the dark race, there are many men and women who are alluring.

Some anthropologists have tried to explain this phenomenon, arguing that within the same world, the aesthetics of powerful intelligent races always tend to be the same, and the root cause is still based on the force nature of the world.

Regardless of whether this theory is actually valid or not, the result of this phenomenon is the fact that both humans and the dark races tend to capture each other as slaves. Especially those who are beautiful in appearance and strong in strength can be sold for sky-high prices, which can greatly satisfy the desire for conquest.

Chiya tried to calm down, but when she looked at her again, her whole heart suddenly trembled. She didn't open her eyes, but Qianye felt that she had seen her deep and endless eyes, so her whole body and mind, and her whole soul seemed to be sucked into those black eyes, and she would fall and sink forever in the darkness!

Qianye was suddenly startled, subconsciously flashed back, and slammed his back against the wall, just like a person who almost drowned, gasping for breath, and then in a cold sweat.

He could barely tell whether it was a fantasy or a reality.

When she was still asleep and unconscious, she was able to pull the consciousness of a thousand nights, and almost turned illusion into reality, so what would happen when she woke up?

Qianye forced herself to calm down, thinking carefully about the feeling she had just felt, and suddenly found that there seemed to be an instinctive attraction in it. Her appearance is the perfection that Chiya can dream of, no, even beyond his dreams, which is why it will give him such a strong impact. For a while, the heart was lost. But what is the beauty beyond dreams? Is there such a thing?

Spiritual charm! Qianye thought of another possibility.