Inside the room, but as he went deeper and deeper, there was a faint guard in a red top hat, but when the guard couldn't see it, it was a pity that the governor was like the first phantom If these royal guards in crimson uniforms, then this place becomes a completely eerie castle.

Speaking of gloom, it doesn't seem to be really gloomy, because his whole thing belongs to rote memorization and the fusion between partners.

The excitement in my heart grew stronger. There is some faint speculation, this may be a mirror image of the castle, then this matter is interesting, who got the mirror image of the castle is not easy to get, and who made it?

This kind of existence can be put into the world at will, at least in the castle, there are secrets related to the royal family. Like these are more than that, won't they be discovered?

Instinctively, he told him that there was no danger ahead, and he was moving forward little by little. Quiet waiting, waiting.

There seemed to be a ghost skin floating in front of him, and it was a pity that the sword in his hand instantly changed to ten million. A saber, but with the sharpness of a sword. But the receipts were all empty, and only one piece was pierced.

Shaking off the blue residue on the sword, he thought that there was nothing at the bottom of the castle, and the stone skin of the castle was wrapped in special rubber planks. They are engraved with ciphertext to achieve the effect of embalming and cooling.

It has a will. The growth of fungi and plants inhibits the lifting and other effects, and the vitality is suitable for people's rest, and people have longed for this castle like the wind, but they find that the road leading here is a road of bones.

It's a pity that the Governor walked down step by step, continuing in this almost eerie space. Exploring, pushing open the last wooden door, a pair of extremely cold eyes fell here. Faintly caused the explosion of the receiving, which stemmed from the fear deep in the soul.

Undead?

There are still undead in the world, and most of the undead have long since dissipated in the nearly thousand years of suppression. What is left behind is either related to the various forces, or belongs to the past, and it is impossible to have such a large-scale undead.

Guards in crimson uniforms stepped out of the way, and dozens of guards poured out like a tidal wave, stepping aside to reveal the throne at the top. The suffocating pressure came from the throne, and the body sank downward, as if stepping on the soles of the feet. Deep in the mud.

His throat opened a little, looking down at the figure from above. Eternal Night.

Eternal night is the name of God, but there are always kings who want to transgress, temptation, and the high roads of the same street in order to divert all kinds of spirits, and the pressure is like a dim canopy of heaven directly pressing. A world with distorted white and black lines suddenly transforms into a riot of colors. And Cauchy was left with only spirits.

His flesh was completely shattered, and only the saber and scepter merged into Sector Zero.

The forces of the different edges twist and entangle little by little in the body towards the dyeing pigments in the incorporated position. All that remains is color and color.

Everything is changing. I couldn't think under the pressure of immenseness, but all the changes pointed to one place, the red carpet that hung up the stairs. He walked forward step by step. A little apprehensive, but learning to swimsuit, in the mirror room of 17, you are moving up step by step.

Eventually, he fell to his knees and looked up at the almost shabby one. Under the magnificent carving, I was afraid that he would see the gorgeous dress. Your ability to think, sound and sight on the road is almost annihilated.

It was a great era, and it was a crazy era. In the era of chaos, only the king ruled the world with power, and they suppressed everything with absolute strength, also known as the ancient emperor, in the long river of history, they were either wiped out by the Holy See or overwhelmed by the crowd, but they had no intention of ruling that era and created that era.

In the ancient and magnificent castle, the man of the sword god rules the world, the ancient throne represents the bones of Lei Lei, represents the wind and frost of time, and is surrounded by royal people, who are either kind or gloomy standing behind the throne. The king wears a large crown inlaid with gold, and the fingered Buddha is crowned emperor in the wind and rain on the ancient throne.

The dull bell rang over and over again, "Living, what are you doing here?"

The quiet ripples rippled for a while, like military music sounding in the house, and everyone's Ding Qi's gloomy gaze. Deep blue. Even with a black belly. Cauchy, who looked at the lady below, always smiled and leaned back and forth, and the side lights suddenly turned on, and the whole palace became brightly lit.

The illuminated top is a curtain composed of steel pipes, the Emperor of the Eternal Night only loves the creations of the former civilization, so his palace looks extremely strange, it is a civilization far beyond the entire era, but unfortunately the basement of the governor's house is like this, maybe that is the secret of his family's real fortune, with the sound of machinery and electricity, the inexplicable existence at the top began to vibrate and then lit up with a star-like light.

He heard a series of arias they connected to the unknown through the pipes at the top.

In the midst of the pain that flooded the earth, the Emperor of the Eternal Night heard our pleas.

A haze of despair covers the sky, and the weak hearts in the mortal world admire greatness. The day when death envelops the day of pain is the Emperor of the Eternal Night to save the world.

He will eventually become great, and he will eventually become ambitious. On the day of mercy on eternal karma, he spoke loudly to protect the world with his throne.

One prayer after another shifted from worship to indifference, and agreement was hidden in the cong Mo to worship, and the sacred prayers. It's a pity that the chief Lu Mengmeng raised his head and suggested that the Eternal Night Emperor in front of him had no extra action points, and raised his head through the steel pipe.

His eyes became hollow, and he saw the faith of the connector.

They were dressed in pitch-black eternal night robes, but they looked unusual, and what was painted on them was no longer March, but a constant entanglement. Meat balls.

Yes!

Countless complicated information pierced Koshi's spirit like a bolt of lightning, like dragging it into the abyss, and they were all eternal, and they wanted to occupy what Cauchy had left.

All he saw was countless people worshipping the Eternal Night, either hanging from a thorn tree or nailed to a wooden plank, painfully reciting the name of the Emperor of the Night.

It turns out that this is the secret of his immortality for thousands of years, no, he is actually dead in this strange space, what did I rely on to get in? I don't know. Is he hiding in his things and waiting for the day of resurrection? Why? Does the outside user know that these people are hiding in his things?

Did the users of that class know that whoever they put in would be sacrificed?

Western.

Port Vale. Most of them stood up in a dilapidated attic, dressed in ordinary gray robes, but the pride and pride in their eyes could not be concealed, and a carrier pigeon flew in. You have to run up to the pigeon, then pull out the sex sac in your right leg and examine it carefully, then open it, grab the whole envelope and unfold it under the dim kerosene lamp.

They are the wisest men of our time, and they are also the gravediggers of our time, they are not like the aristocracy, they are bound by the rules and regulations of the feudal system, and one day they will overthrow the old system and establish a more exploitative system.

They are capitalists.

As early as the moment of the beginning of the enclosure movement, the old and new aristocracy began to gradually transform, the capitalization of the aristocracy was inevitable, and the distribution of social resources with power and monopoly was sufficient. The system began to waver, and slowly advanced little by little by the combination of capital and power. In the end, capital prevailed.

People here can make countless people die with the wave of their hands, and life is not worth mentioning in their eyes. It's all the price code on the plate, or the mustard.

It's a pity that he was dragged into the unknown palace, and Kelly was dragged to the unknown by the undead, and the lower city was still in chaos.

An old man's face was full of eagerness and a little anxious, and then he was implicated in the injuries of his body and let out several coughs in a row.

It seems that our plan is initially complete, and the next ones to get rid of are Anderson and his brother.

The only young man in the room who was not wearing a gray robe stood up, wearing a simple sweater with a plaid print on it.

We have forgotten our most important enemy, what is the use of getting rid of these miscellaneous fish, why not get rid of the nobles?

Since it is the promoter of society, why leave those old ones?

It started to be noisy, then the air instantly became noisy, but soon it fell silent.

Hear me out, you're all the bankers of the copper world. A merchant, a factory owner, a farmer, or a new aristocracy.

He stared at the wrinkles on the faces of these old people, the empire had already begun to act, and we may be the souls under the butcher's knife.

Don't you know how fat you are? Most of the resources in society are in our hands, and even the nobles who continue to exploit us have left us fat.

We only need to pour one, and we can feed countless departments, and the wrinkles on everyone's faces are getting deeper and deeper.

Look at our new generation, what has become of us under the money, we climb a little bit under the iron rules of the old system, and then face more vicious enemies.

Difficulties must be solved in our generation, so why should we leave them to the next generation? If we leave them to the next generation, what is the point?

Will the next generation be able to solve those vicious enemies?

Therefore, even if we die, we must solve these problems, even if the next generation becomes a waste sitting on the mountain of gold, but we must pave the way for them, so as not to cut off the heirs.

Bang bang bang!

The old butler knocked on the door and entered the room, everything was ready to discuss dragging the military screen view and burying the power at this time.

The man in Mao Zhige's robe took out his exquisite pocket watch, and saw that the connected gold chain was a little stagnant, how much does the Forrest Empire want?

The Forrest Empire wants 100 million gold Henry,

Everyone's eyes paused, and a man in Mao Zhige straightened his back. There is no return on investment without this time, if it is not buried this time. is force, and we will be abandoned by the times.

Wake up, everyone!

He turned away, creaking and creaking down the stairs, leading into the darkness, not knowing where to go.

turned around the corner, and then inexplicably seemed lonely, in addition to cooperation between them, they also used each other, sometimes very cruel.