"This is too wasteful, isn't it! How have there been such a rubbish nobles in my blood realm for tens of thousands of years!"

"He is worthy of being called a nobleman, but he is a lowly bastard. ”

"Shhhhhhh ”

"What about the Supreme Bloodline? Do you think he has a little bit of the Supreme Appearance? He is already an adult, and he has no bloodline power at all, this kind of person is an insult to my blood clan to live!"

"That's it, he doesn't have the ability, he doesn't have a little backbone! You see him lying on the ground like a dead dog, and he kind of stands up!"

The endless ridicule echoed in his ears, and for a while, Mo Lan was a little in a trance, why did he come to this day.

......

The race that feeds on blood is the blood race, and the boundary where the blood race is located is the blood line.

In the blood world, there has been a legend for thousands of years: "On the night of the rising blood moon, the ancient pure-blood emperor will be reborn again, and the most noble blood will flow in his body, and at the age of 100, he will start a new eternal prosperity in the blood world." ”

For quite a long time, Mo Lan was considered to be the legendary supreme emperor.

That night, the sky rose to the blood moon, and the entire blood realm began to desperately search for the pure-blood emperor hidden in a corner. Five years later, Mo Lan, who was only five years old, was found in the Blood Realm Wilderness.

He flowed with the most noble black and gold blood, born on the night when the blood moon rose, and it was so consistent with that legend.

The only exception is Mo Lan, who turns out to be half-blood. His beautiful pupils are black and red, which is so incompatible with the blood in his body.

As a blood clan, you are born with blood. For tens of thousands of years without purebloods, the Black Gold clan was above all the lower, middle, and upper nobles, and was called the "nobles of the nobles".

The black gold nobles are qualified to despise and humiliate any low-level blood clan, paving the way with a wave of their hands, and treating human life like a mustard.

It's just that now there are black gold nobles, and only Mo Yuan, the master of the Blood Realm, is left.

And the only one in this black gold refuses to admit that he has had an affair with a human being.

However, bloodlines cannot be disguised. The little Mo Lan does have the blood of the black gold clan flowing in his body, and this blood is as black as ink, and the fishy fragrance is overflowing.

No matter how you look at it, it is consistent with the "most noble bloodline" in the legend.

So, although there were doubts, Mo Lan still stayed in Heijin's mansion after all. After all, he is a legendary child, after all, he has the blood of black gold, even if he is the most shameless half-blood in the blood world, as long as he is strong enough, he can also be admired by everyone.

The blood clan is such a clean and simple race, and the strong are respected, and that's it.

Then, the legendary "100-year-old moment" finally arrived.

When the children of the blood clan are 100 years old, the children of the nobles will participate in the adult assessment when they become adults, as long as they can control ten percent of their own bloodline strength in the assessment, that is, they can reach the realm of bloodline control, even if they pass the assessment.

Because there is no pure blood in the world, the blood realm has been in decline for a long time, far behind the heavenly realm and the demon realm, and even the human realm is getting worse and worse.

Mo Lan has the beautiful vision of "eternal prosperity" of countless blood clans, and too many people are eager to return to pureblood and lead them out of the road to heaven that will reshape their glory.

But Mo Lan failed.

Not to mention the Yicheng realm, when the hundred-year-old assessment came, Mo Lan couldn't even control the slightest bit of bloodline power. At the first level of the assessment, blood fell in front of the trial door.

Then, Mo Lan heard the opening words.

Heh, stand up?

Doesn't he want to stand up?

Is he willing to endure such aggrieved and endure day after day?

Did he want to be ridiculed by the scum who shouldn't have been taken seriously?

Doesn't he have the pride and indesperability of the black gold nobles buried deep in his blood??!

But what can he do?

As a weapon, the heart is a sharp blade, and as the only inheritor of the black gold bloodline, Mo Lan is not even qualified to seek death.

Even if he didn't measure his own strength to die, he was at most disliked as a coward by the little people. The Black Gold Clan continues to survive in the miserable state of the only one, and is at risk of being wiped out at any time.

For a hundred years, such loneliness, such despair, who can understand?

Mo Lan collapsed in front of the first gate of the hundred-year-old assessment, and the overwhelming ridicule and ridicule rang out, and even his father frowned deeply. The chief examiner, who had been elected by the Senate in high esteem, asked him in a playful and contemptuous tone, "Can you still stand up?"

He heard countless people shouting at him, "Stand up!" and those people were actually originally supporting him.

But Mo Lan couldn't give them the results they hoped for.

didn't lie on the ground in despair like Mo Lan, how could he understand how difficult it was for him to "stand up" at that time.

Even if the bones are broken and the tendons are broken, even if the bones are broken, Mo Lan wants to stand up with that sullen breath, stand up in front of hundreds of millions of blood clans, and stand up with the glory of the black and gold nobles on his shoulders.

But who knew that at that time, he had completely lost control of his body?

Every bone moans, every muscle screams, every drop of blood trembles. Even if he has a lot of willpower, how can he drive a body that is completely out of control?

No one knows how much Mo Lan wants to prove herself.

How much he wanted to use the strength of the black gold nobles to smash those contemptuous bloodlines who looked down on him to the ground.

How he wanted to stand in front of his father with his chest puffed up, to wash away the pity and disappointment from his eyes.

However, Mo Lan couldn't do anything after all.

The black gold bloodline, known as the ink blood, was originally controllable.

If it is not formed, it is like a ribbon with mist around the body, and if it is formed, it is sharp and unparalleled, killing all directions.

Mo Lan's father, the supreme ruler of the vampire, the Lord of the Mo Yuan Realm, is rumored to be able to turn into sword rain and kill enemies for thousands of miles at the age of ten.

And Mo Lan, as the only descendant of the Blood Realm Lord who has been unshaken for tens of thousands of years in the Blood Realm, is now an adult, but he can't even take back the blood that flows out of his body.

Mo Lan's existence is ashamed of the black and gold race, and ashamed of the entire blood clan.

On that day, not only his strength, but even his dignity, and even the glory of the black and gold nobles had been completely denied.

In the midst of the ridicule in the sky, Mo Lan's father finally stood up in the stands with an expressionless face, his out-of-control body could no longer raise his head to see his father's face, only the cold verdict that was frozen for thousands of miles sounded in his ears:

"You are no longer worthy to live in the Black Gold Mansion, so from now on, banishe you to the wilderness. ”