At Night's Favor Bar, a laurel-shaped private room, known as the Night Throne, hangs directly above the dance floor, looking down on the hustle and bustle of the world like a throne of gods in the clouds. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Countless self-proclaimed noble and successful people are eager to step onto the glass plank road covered with golden carpets, and in the admiring eyes of everyone, they will take this shining laurel into their arms.

But until now, whether it is money, power, beauty or anything else, it has never been able to get the bodyguards guarding the glass plank road to give way.

This throne, coveted by countless people, still hangs empty, waiting for its master.

To this day, in the eyes of all people in disbelief.

Thomas stepped onto the plank road that countless people longed for, and in the envious eyes of everyone, Thomas, with a subtle and proud smile, looked down on everyone like a king.

But more eyes were focused on Xie Zimu, who was placed in the middle of the guards like a prisoner, like a saint before the execution, he looked indifferently at the noisy world, and his flat demeanor made people can't help but approach him.

Someone did this, and in Thomas's resentful gaze, the lucky man touched the corner of Xie Zimu's clothes with a reverent face and kissed the back of Xie Zimu's hand.

Under Thomas's hideous gaze, the sluggish guard finally remembered his duty, followed Thomas's footsteps, and dragged Xie Zimu to the laurel.

All the noise of the world dissipated as the laurel crown closed, and the rich rose fragrance filled the laurel crown made of tempered stained glass, looking down on the crowd on the dance floor frantically venting their excess energy.

Thomas said disdainfully, "What a stupid race, can't even tell the difference between the masters who need to be worshipped?" As Thomas whispered, the strange laughter of the guards resounded throughout the private room.

As Thomas casually swept his gaze, an endless sense of dread rose up, making the unclear guards seem to suffocate.

Thomas, who caressed Xie Zimu's neck, gently seemed to frighten Xie Zimu, and said, "You are really unlucky! Mr. Earl! You still haven't escaped!"

Thomas, who looked complacent, did not see the long-awaited panic on Xie Zimu's face, and Xie Zimu, who was still calm, said indifferently: "No, I didn't plan to escape!

With Xie Zimu's words, the dim and ambiguous light swayed unwillingly like a blown out candle, but it was still dimly extinguished in the crackling sound, and in the cracking sound of the light bulb, the frightened screams of the crowd were like the howl of a banshee, shaking the tempered stained glass into a buzzing wail, and the darkness shrouded the night.

The terrified crowd left behind the objects of the oath of the mountains and seas, trampled the bodies of their own kind, and stepped on the road paved by flesh and blood to win a way for themselves to live.

At the door of the Night's Favor, the man who had lost his lover suddenly regained his courage, and the man who was driven by courage took a difficult step towards the door of the bar, which was like a pitch black.

But the sudden howl of the wolf extinguished the weak courage in their hearts like a violent wind, and those who were once again controlled by cowardice were crowded into the crowd like frightened sardines.

Xie Zimu, who returned to the embrace of darkness, broke free from the guard's clamps, and in the terrible wolf howl, two blood-red ghost fires swayed in the pitch-black laurel crown, Xie Zimu said indifferently like a grim reaper: "The hunt has begun!"

Thomas, who turned the emerald ring on his finger, said with interest, "Yes, the hunt has begun, but will you be a hunter?"

"Now, allow me to introduce you, my loyal guardians: the werewolf warriors of the Warlegan clan from the Winter Snow Region: Ah Da and Ah Er!"

With the clicking sound of the bones being deformed and twisted, the skin covering the strong muscles was torn off in large pieces as if they were spasmodic fingers.

But more of the skin was pierced by a gray wolf like a steel needle, and was removed by scimitar-like claws that extended from the nails.

Ah Da and Ah Er's originally slightly demented faces also gradually became hideous as they stretched and twisted little by little, and the already protruding jawbones were even more so, and saliva dripped uncontrollably from the teeth that could not be bitten together.

The scarlet tongue **** is like dagger-like fangs, and the eyes red by the suppressed beastly nature greedily gaze at the broken corpses on the dance floor, almost wanting to pounce on it and feast on it.

The werewolf who pressed the violent beast in his body was eager to tear apart everything in front of him, and the high wolf howl gushed out from the huge wolf kiss, spraying the fishy saliva onto Xie Zimu's thin body.

Xie Zimu looked mockingly at the werewolf crouching beside Thomas, and said disdainfully: "Omega wolf, you don't think you can take me away by relying on these two big dogs, do you?"

The blood-colored rose that suddenly appeared in her hand stretched out her fangs as if she felt the anger of her master, and the curved blade that wrapped around her palm shimmered with a cold light.

Finally, a werewolf who couldn't hold back pounced on Xie Zimu like a cannonball, the solid tempered stained glass was as fragile as a colored ice cube at the werewolf's feet.

A flash of cold light flickered, and the arc-shaped blade that intersected with the werewolf left a deep wound on the werewolf's shoulder, and the blood gushing out suddenly dyed the werewolf's gray fur red.

Xie Zimu, who licked the residual blood on the blade of the gun, smashed his mouth like a diner tasting food, and commented on the taste of the food in his mouth: "It tastes good!

The werewolf licking and licking his wounds, staring at the thin Xie Zimu cautiously, and the surging beastliness in his body constantly warned him to stay away from the man in front of him.

But the recklessness and loyalty given to him by nature made them even more violent, and in the midst of the howls of wolves, the werewolves pounced on Xie Zimu like their own kind in nature.

Xie Zimu did not retreat but advanced, and rushed into the werewolf's arms, and the arc-shaped blade on the blood-colored rose was like a crescent moon in the sky, slanting towards the werewolf's armpit, but it was only the end of it.

Perhaps unity is really strength, the werewolf who attacked together is far stronger than a single werewolf in terms of speed, strength and resistance to blows, and the blood-colored rose that was originally forged with the Holy Silver can easily leave a deep scar on the werewolf's body, but now it only cuts through the gray fur of the werewolf.

Immediately, Xie Zimu got out of the werewolf's arms, and when he staggered by, he spewed out a special silver nitrate bullet against the blood-colored rose under the werewolf's armpit, and as the warhead ruptured, the liquid silver nitrate that seeped into the blood vessels dyed the werewolf's arm into a dead gray like rotten wood.

The werewolf who was shot opened his mouth wide, biting off his left arm that was corroded by silver nitrate like biting a chicken bone, and the blood eroded by silver nitrate in the thick stench poured Xie Zimu on his head, while his right paw cooperated with another werewolf who bit Xie Zimu's waist and grabbed Xie Zimu's head.

In the case of no avoidance, Xie Zimu could only stretch out his slender bat wings, hoping to slightly block the werewolf's huge mouth and claws, in order to slightly delay the arrival of death and let himself find that trace of untraceable vitality.

The crimson blood in the rich fragrance, like a blooming rose, reflected everything in the laurel crown red, Xie Zimu looked blankly at the werewolves who had driven themselves to death, or their remains.

Starting from the upper jaw and ending to the footboard, the werewolf biting towards the bat's wings is precisely divided in two with the spine as the boundary, and the werewolf biting off his arm is gently fanned with the bat's wings and slapped on the tempered stained glass, and the natural result is a painting on the wall, so abstract that it cannot be appreciated by any collector.

Xie Zimu was incredulous, kept opening and closing his fingers, and muttered, "Is this the gift you left me!?"

Sitting in the only high-backed chair in the laurel crown, Thomas, sipping the red liquid in his glass, laughed with great pleasure, but the fact that it had taken a turn for the worse stuffed his laughter back into his throat, leaving only an unconscious giggling sound that echoed in his throat.

As Xie Zimu walked towards him step by step, Thomas, who was sitting in the high-backed chair, squeezed out a warning roar from his throat like a toothed beast, like a frightened cat, waving his sharp claws in the air.

A blood-colored light wheel suddenly appeared behind Xie Zimu's head, in the light wheel faintly visible a giant python with a tail surrounded, a giant tree with only ten branches hanging down on a blood river with a thin layer of golden blood flowing head and tail, and on the towering roots of the tree was a red dragon with seven heads and ten horns, each horn carrying a crown and engraved blasphemy.

With the appearance of the light wheel, the blood flowing on the ground dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the drops of blood emitted with a strange fragrance sank into the golden river of blood like a tired bird returning to its nest, leaving only a pool of blackened, smelly liquid on the ground.

Looking at Thomas, who was waving his paws like a cat, Xie Zimu whispered, "Don't move!" hugging Thomas, who was as quiet as a child, Xie Zimu pierced his fangs into his neck in Thomas's whisper.

"All from your wishes, the source of our noble bloodlines, from your wishes, the masters of the living, all from your wishes, my God!!"

In the still, darkness of the night, the sound of swallowing gradually replaced Thomas's inaudible reverent murmur.......