Monarch of Evernight: Eighty-five father and son brothers

bsp;Zhao Jundu looked at Qianye playfully, suddenly leaned over, patted his face gently, and said, "Is this your true face, Qian Xiaoye?"

Qianye felt that Zhao Jundu's behavior was indescribably weird, and then he was stunned when he heard that depressing name, suddenly thought of a possibility, and was speechless.

Could it be that the fourth son of the Zhao family wanted to find a place for Zhao Junhong, so he paid attention to a **** like him? By the way, he discovered that he was also the murderer in Libin City, so he chased him here? This is really his/her coincidence.

Qianye gritted his teeth and said: "My name is Qianye."

The heavenly fire ignited in Zhao Jundu's purple eyes again. He slowly took out his glasses and put them on, covering all the expressions in his eyes, and asked again: "Why did you kill Zhao Youping?"

Qianye sneered and didn't answer at all.

"I really should let you suffer a little first!"

Just when Zhao Jundu was about to take action, something unexpected happened!

He suddenly felt as if his right wrist holding the gun was being clamped by red-hot iron pliers. Under the severe pain, he almost let go despite his determination. But when he looked away, there was nothing on his wrist, but there was a circle of skin **** wide, which was rapidly reddening and swollen at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At the same time, Qianye, who was held up by the muzzle of the gun, also moved. A strong force rose from bottom to top, and the blue sky was about to come out.

Zhao Jundu's eyes were gleaming coldly behind his lenses. He handed the gun to his left hand, picked it up, and casually thrust it into the ground next to him.

A purple mist appeared in the palm of his right hand, and instantly spread to his elbow. With a soft "whoosh" sound, the mist actually burned, and the redness and swelling on his wrist were immediately controlled and stopped spreading. The invisible binding force dissipated directly under the purple mist.

Zhao Jundu then struck out like lightning and struck Qianye with a palm.

Qianye had just rolled away from the muzzle and was jumping up. Suddenly he grunted as if he had been hit hard, and a thin line of blood hung from the corner of his left eye.

Zhao Jundu’s palm full of fiery energy was already in front of him.

Qianye blocked with his cross-arm, and when touched, his whole body shook violently, and he flew out. Then something extremely heavy pressed up, firmly holding down his body.

A still-flaming fist landed close to Qianye's left ear and penetrated deeply into the ground beside him. The burning purple fire burned several of his hairs into charred curls.

Qianye lay on his back, his vision blackened, his chest burning, and he had to exert all his strength with every breath.

When his Force defense was broken, his internal strength was already in a state of exhaustion. In a very short period of time, he forcibly mobilized the Eye Technique and Dawn Force. At this time, the consequences of the backlash of the pupil technique and the overdraft of the Force are superimposed. The feeling of weakness is extremely uncomfortable, as if a big hole has been opened in the world, and even the soul is about to fall together.

Zhao Jundu's voice was so close that it ruffled the hair beside Qianye's ears, full of anger, "My dear brother, you really need a lesson!"

Qianye suddenly opened his eyes wide as if he was struck by thunder, and his thoughts stopped for an instant.

Zhao Jundu retracted his right hand, stretched out his hand to grab Qianye's collar, lowered it, and pulled his front completely open, revealing a huge scar running through his chest and abdomen.

The scar had actually healed quite a bit after Qianye gained the Vampire physique. It was no longer as rough and ferocious as if a multi-legged monster had taken hold of it. However, the scar from the chest to the abdomen could not be reduced.

Zhao Jundu's hand trembled slightly and his expression changed several times. He looked into Qianye's eyes and saw that in those clear, crystal-like eyes, there were various emotions including doubt, confusion, bewilderment, and a little bit of anger, but there was no joy.

Zhao Jundu said slowly: "Sure enough...it's you."

"Qianye, we have a common father."

Qianye stopped struggling. He could not see clearly in front of his eyes. From time to time, broken black and white lines passed by. This was because the backlash of the pupil technique had not completely subsided, and the extremely weak state still existed.

However, at this moment, Qianye's mind was even more confused than his blurred vision.

He never had any expectations for his biological parents. Children in the garbage dump can only rely on themselves. Even if they are biological parents, they can do very little in the face of hunger and survival. In an extremely harsh environment, even if parents sacrifice everything, it is difficult to exchange for the continuation of their children's lives.

So, in the garbage dump, no matter how old or young, male or female, or related, everyone is just a person who wants to live.

So, if there are no expectations, there will be no disappointments.

In fact, when he occasionally thinks about the past, Qianye feels that he is extremely lucky. In the dark world where he was born, he will always get a glimmer of light while groping for the way forward.

Whether it was Lin Shuai who brought him out of the garbage dump, Song Zining whose friendship has been preserved to this day in the Huangquan training camp, Wei Potian who he met during recruitment, those people who kept meeting and saying goodbye in the land of eternal night, and even the night The same is true for Tong and William, those descendants of darkness who are indistinguishable from our enemies.

He cherishes all the friendship and goodwill he receives, because it is not something that can be taken for granted. In this war-torn era, on this precarious land, protecting yourself is a difficult task, let alone taking care of others.

However, at this time, someone suddenly told him that life could have been different?

Qianye suddenly felt a little funny, and even laughed out loud and said, "I'm not."

Zhao Jundu's reaction when he saw the scar on his chest reminded Qianye of Song Zining's advice that he would not naively think that he was just a lost child of the Zhao clan.

Although he had spent many times the effort of ordinary people in practicing the Art of War, he was still unable to break through the bottleneck. He once frantically wanted an answer. But at this moment, Qianye suddenly didn't want to know anything.

"The identity Song Qi gave you is really impeccable. Tell me, how much does he know about his interference in the internal affairs of our Zhao family?" There was an unmistakable chill in Zhao Jundu's tone.

A look of anger flashed across Qianye's face, "What do you want to say?"

"Go back with me."

Qianye smiled, with unspeakable sarcasm, "You can take my body back." He paused and said, "Your brother died more than ten years ago and is now alive. I am just a child who grew up in the garbage dump of Yongye Continent!”

Zhao Jundu took a deep breath and raised his hand as if to hit him, but seeing Qianye's clear eyes, he couldn't move. He suddenly let go of Qianye's hand and stood up.

Qianye immediately struggled to get up. Although he almost fell down several times, he still stood firm.

Zhao Jundu saw the dried blood stains at the corners of Qianye's eyes and said coldly: "My 'Western Purple Qi' has entered the realm of 'Fighting Heavenly Fire', and even with your pupil power, you dare to hit me directly. If I had fought back with all my strength, you would have been blind by now."

Qianye sneered and said nothing.

The abilities of vampires are all inspired by blood energy. At first, the flicker in the void had drained most of Qianye's blood energy, so activating the pupil technique was a desperate move. Qianye can be defeated and die, but he will never be humiliated. The last fight doesn't matter life or death, so who cares whether he is blind or not.

If Zhao Jundu despises his eye skills because of this, he may get a surprise next time if he has another chance.

Zhao Jundu suddenly took off his glasses, looked around with eyes dancing with purple fire, and put them back on. His slightly thin lips formed a stern arc, and his evil aura quickly subsided.

He picked up Bi Se Cang Qiong and carried it behind his back, and threw it to Qianye, a plaque with a jade relief on a bronze base, and said: "I will handle the affairs of Libin City. This is for you. This is my token. You With it, you can go directly to the Zhao Mansion in West Ji City, or you can send a message to me through the Zhao clan channels, or use the resources in my name."

Qianye grabbed the palm-sized sign and looked at it. The jade relief and the three-dimensional carving on the heavy sniper were the same kind of strange beast. He threw the bronze and jade sign back and said lightly: "I don't think I have a father. , let alone that I have a brother. If you want to kill me, please do it quickly, otherwise I will leave."

Zhao Jundu was not angry this time, he just smiled, walked to Qianye, put the sign into his hand, and said: "No matter if you have a father or not, you are my brother. Moreover, your mother used to I left you a crystal lock piece, which is where the name Qianye comes from. It is her only relic, and it is now stored in the Zhao Mansion. You really don’t want to take a look?"

Qianye was startled, even though he knew Zhao Jundu was tempting him, he still showed a slight hesitation. He hesitated for a moment and finally asked: "Who is my mother? What happened back then?"

Zhao Jundu said with a smile: "I will tell you one day when you return to Zhao's house. Otherwise, don't even want to know!"

"You!!" Qianye's eyes flashed with murderous intent. He felt his fingers itching and wanted to punch Zhao Jundu in the face.

Zhao Jundu laughed and said: "You are indeed very strong, but it will take a few more years to defeat me. If you are not convinced, then we will have another fight after you have fully recovered. If you lose, Then follow me back to Zhao’s house, do you dare?”

"Goodbye!" Qianye couldn't catch his provocation, turned around and walked away, leaving a string of Zhao Jundu's laughter behind him.

When Qianye's figure completely disappeared on the horizon, the smile on Zhao Jundu's face gradually disappeared, replaced by indescribable indifference and arrogance.

He turned around slowly, the green sky pointed directly in front of him, and said coldly: "Have you seen enough? If you have seen enough, come out and die!"

There was a commotion ahead, and many shadows appeared on the low hill hundreds of meters away. It turned out to be two werewolf viscounts leading hundreds of warriors. Among them, a small group of soldiers, led by a baron, chased Qianye in the direction he left.

A werewolf viscount stared at Zhao Jundu, his eyes full of greed, and shouted with a ferocious smile: "Are you Zhao Jundu? Very good, take you back, maybe the prince will receive us!"

Zhao Jundu held a gun in one hand, pointed directly at the werewolf Viscount in the blue sky, and said lightly: "Prince meeting? Wait for the next life!"

There was a roar in the blue sky, and the sky and the earth were all blue for an instant! When the green color dissipated, the werewolf Viscount and the entire guard behind him had disappeared.

The werewolves who were eager to make achievements forgot one thing. The Blue Sky is a level 7 heavy sniper, and most level 7 guns have range attack capabilities, although in theory, only count-level warriors can fully drive them.

There was a commotion on the low hill. After the panic, the remaining werewolf warriors became fierce, howling, leaping, and pounced on Zhao Jundu.

Zhao Jundu's face was filled with ice and snow, and with a "clang" sound, a sharp blade with cold light stretched out from the muzzle of the blue sky. He was still holding his heavy sniper in one hand, and drew an arc in the void as if it were nothing. A large crescent-shaped blue sword flew out, cutting away the first few werewolves who pounced.

At this moment, the sound of a rumbling mechanical engine suddenly came from the air. A high-speed gunboat approached from a distance and met the team that was going to track Qianye head-on. The cannon under the gunboat continued to spit out fire, and there was a roar in the wilderness, and various colors of Force light exploded on the ground from time to time. The team of werewolf warriors suffered heavy casualties on the spot.

Zhao Jundu saw the mark on the boat clearly and frowned slightly. He jumped sideways, soared up, and jumped over the heads of the three werewolf knights like a bird. The sharp blade in the muzzle of the heavy sniper rifle in his hand once again pulled out a water curtain of blue light. When he landed, there was only a trace behind him. Blood and corpses on the ground.

At this time, the small gunboat in the distance had finished the battle and quickly flew over. Several ropes were hung down, and the agile guards climbed to the ground one after another. The battle ended after a moment, leaving only corpses on the ground.

Zhao Jundu boarded the observation deck at the top of the boat and saw Zhao Junhong standing with his hands behind his back, looking at the Jinghuo Yuan in the dusk.

"Second brother, why are you here?"

"Someone sold your whereabouts to the werewolf Thangka clan."

Zhao Jundu nodded and didn't ask any more questions. He was used to this kind of thing. Since he dared to fight alone, he certainly wouldn't be afraid.

He walked to Zhao Junhong, followed his gaze, and felt a slight movement in his heart. The ultra-long-range sniper's field of vision was wider at such a height, and he could see a small black dot walking on the red soil wilderness. , that’s Qianye who hasn’t gone far yet.

Regardless of family, country or race, this is an era where battles are everywhere and wars are never-ending. Even as proud men like them, all they can do is protect the distance within reach.

End of Volume 4: The Endless War

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