Wang Xiaoming turned his head when he heard the sound. The majestic roar was still echoing in his memory, but the door was accompanied by the forest. The tiger disappeared, and replaced by a white wall.

On the wall is an oil painting—a blue and green tree, hanging branches, and a majestic tiger—glazing motionlessly, lifeless.

A strong sense of loss surged in his heart and said with emotion: "It seems like I've had a dream."

Barr looked at the surrounding environment. It was a hall of about two or three hundred square meters. The roof was very high and arched. He thought for a while, stretched out his hand, and his five fingers closed-up-

There was no change around.

"This is Xueye Mountain." He said confidently.

Wang Xiaoming looked at him, then his hands, and quickly realized, "Can't you use the domain?"

"Well." Barr said, "It should be that the Disillusionment Forest teleported us over in advance."

“In advance? Why?”

Barr looked at the only door in the hall, "Just ask someone and you'll know." Since he had arrived at Xue Ye Mountain, all he had to do now was to drag Cain out of the damn coffin!

Wang Xiaoming followed behind him, looked at the handle that grabbed the door, and pulled it in.

boom--

As the air flowed, the noise came from the other end like waves.

It seemed as if I felt a stranger breaking in, and the sound suddenly stopped.

Everyone who was blushing and thick-necked turned to look at the two uninvited guests.

There was about one or two seconds of stagnation, and a surprised voice shouted, "Edward? Wang Xiaoming?"

Then Wang Xiaoming felt that his eyes were even hotter.

Barr glanced at him.

It looked like this was a conference room with a round conference table in the middle, and eleven blood tribes clearly squeezed out three piles.

The owner of the surprised voice was Singh.

Barr glanced at the corner of his mouth and said, "If I was not wrong, this should be the so-called Elders Council."

The word "so-called" hurts the hearts of most blood tribes here like a sharp sword.

"Rareless!" A very ugly-looking blood clan stood up, "Do you know what you are talking about?!"

"I know." Barr said lightly, "If you don't know, you can wear a hearing aid."

"You..." Anger deepened his outline, making the ugly face even more ferocious.

Singer quickly came out and interrupted, "Okay. Edward, although the elders of the Maikawi clan are absent, you must respect the elders of other clans." Compared to before entering the playground, his tone now contained a bit of indescribable depression and impatientness, "Tell us why you are here. The time for the test is not over yet."

"This, you should probably ask Cain..."

"Master Cain." Wang Xiaoming quickly helped him to take it. From the standpoint of an insider, he felt that Barr's arrogance was to continue his usual character and style. However, from the standpoint of a blood clan, such arrogance was indeed a bit... he deserved a beating.

Barr raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

Singer looked behind them, "So what about the other... blood clans?"

"Not passed." Barr shrugged, his tone as relaxed as if he had nothing to do with him.

Singer and the other elders looked at each other.

Singer asked tentatively: "The reason is..." He gave orders to Michelle. If Edward cannot receive his place, he would get rid of it directly. Of course, he thought that Michelle would fail. After all, even Daniel lost. He held this meeting to get the approval of other major clans. If this sixth generation, which is so powerful that it is beyond the rules of the blood clan, really came out of the forest of disillusionment, then join forces to completely destroy him!

But as he had expected, even if Michelle and Andy failed, there would always be players who would stay in the Demon Party Secret Party. But things were obviously as strong as Edward's, and once again exceeded his imagination.

Barr said impatiently: "What else is the reason for failing the exam?"

Wang Xiaoming added with a dry smile: "I have experience in this. Generally, either the teacher teaches poorly or he is too careless."

"Or the qualifications are too poor." Barr added another one.

Eleven Elders: “…”

"I agree." The ugly elder burst out with a headless sentence.

"I agree, too."

"I agree..."

"agree."

“…”

Nine elders who were already quarreling suddenly voted in favor.

In places like the hierarchy of the Vampire, children with personality like Barr will never be praised for being lively, cute or individual. They will only regard him as unteachable. There is no reason why Mikawi is called a madman and is vaguely excluded from the edge of the secret party.

"Leslie, where are you?" Singer turned his head and looked at the elder of the Fanzhuo clan who had been watching from beginning to end.

Leslie slowly raised her eyelids.

His face was always not very good, and he looked like he was so angry that he would not be able to catch up in one breath if he was not careful and passed away. However, no one of the blood clans who truly knew his identity and deeds dared to underestimate him.

As the first third-generation blood clan to propose to destroy the second generation, most blood clans in his body are not brave, resolute and ruthless.

"I..." Leslie paused, "opposed."

All eyes suddenly gathered on his face... and the red and bright lips.

Singer was stunned, "Why?" Leslie has not voted other than abstention for a long time. Since the second generation either died or disappeared, Cain fell asleep, he has become the chief of the blood clan. In order to maintain justice, he did not even vote against the demon party's proposal. Today's actions are really abnormal.

Barr looked at Leslie and frowned, "I seem to have seen you somewhere."

"This is my honor." Leslie stood up for the first time and saluted him.

The other blood clans were in a state of chaos.

"I want to see Cain." Barr found that things seemed to be much smoother than he thought. If he had known this, he might not have had to attend that childish blood night festival.

"Of course." Leslie pointed to another door in the conference room, "Walking forward from here, you will see a golden door."

Barr gave him a meaningful look, "You are very smart."

Leslie sat back and said with a graceful attitude: "I am just doing things as Lord Cain wants."

Barr raised his lips slightly and pulled Wang Xiaoming to open the door as if no one was around. Before leaving, he turned around and said to Singer: "If I were you, I would thank him." Just now, he did have the idea of ​​destroying them all in his heart.

Singer's always-knit smile disappeared, and he turned back to Leslie, "I think you owe us an explanation."

"Who do you think can make them end the test of the Disillusionment Forest early and come to the conference room before we vote?" Leslie said with a little ridicule.

“…”

The elders of the blood clan were all stunned.

Singer said after a while: "Who is he?" He is definitely not an ordinary sixth generation of the blood clan. The tone of Leslie speaking to him was definitely not the tone of an elder or younger generation of the blood clan.

Leslie closed her eyes and rested.

Wang Xiaoming and Barr walked in the long corridor.

The hanging paintings on both sides describe various scenery. Wang Xiaoming recognized that several of them were hell and the human world, and the others must be the other seven worlds.

"Which painting is heaven?" He glanced curiously.

Barr has become numb to the fact that Wang Xiaoming is obsessed with heaven, "The whitest picture is."

Wang Xiaoming originally thought he was joking, but as he walked, he actually saw a painting that was almost completely white, and he was stunned, "Is this paradise?"

Barr glanced casually, "Probably."

"perhaps?"

"Maybe this is the paradise in his mind." A mercy flashed in Barr's eyes that was too fast to be noticeable.

"A blank?" Wang Xiaoming tried hard to find a little less white color from the white, "Oh, there is gray... dust here?"

"Is it a shadow?"

"Shadow? Where can I get the shadow if there is nothing?" Wang Xiaoming blinked.

Bar said: "Sometimes the shadow is in the heart."

Wang Xiaoming looked at the so-called shadow carefully, "Based on the shape, it seems to be the shadow of a tree." He paused, remembering a story about two trees betting on three lives, "Is Lord Cain's biggest dream to be reincarnated as a tree in the next life?"

Barr said blankly, "He doesn't have such a chance."

Wang Xiaoming pondered: "I think I know why he likes sleeping so much."

"..." Barr followed Wang Xiaoming's thinking and came up with the answer--

Because I was busy working as a tree in my dreams.

The golden gate appears at the end of the corridor.

The smooth door panel reflects a dazzling light under the reflection of the corridor lights.

Wang Xiaoming narrowed his eyes, looked at the blurry reflections of himself and Barr on the door, and suddenly shouted: "Ah!"

"What's wrong?"

"My hair is messy." He pulled up his hair.
To be continued...