"What? ......" Lingling was about to speak when he was interrupted by Mr. Red Mole.

"Don't ask, don't speak, it's all in plain sight." Mr. Mole slapped the wooden box in his hand and sang as if no one was around, "Let us pass quietly by candlelight at this moment." Don't wave your hand, don't look back, when I sing this song, I'm afraid that tears will slide down gently. ”

"Shut up!" The poker guru yelled, "It's so ugly." ”

"Haha." Mr. Mole was not angry at all, and said with a smile, "My singing voice is really not beautiful enough, so I will sing it for you this time." ”

"What? Let's sing? Master Poker frowned and said, "How can we have time to sing with you pretentious mouse?" ”

"It's a pretending mole." The fiery red guy corrected.

"It doesn't matter what kind of rat it is, it's the same for us. Destroying it and then taking away the reward is our only purpose. Master Poker said.

"Haha, of course I know your purpose." Mr. Mole seemed to be in a good mood, and he held the box in his hand high and said, "How about you take a look at my baby?" ”

"How? Isn't this just a broken wooden box? Master Poker said.

This is indeed a broken wooden box, and each piece of wood is an old dragon clock, and it looks like it is about to die. As the box was lifted, large pieces of wood fell, like snowflakes.

"The reward for breaking the level is in this box?" Lingling on the side suddenly asked.

"Haha, that's right. It seems that you little girl is quite smart, and she is completely different from that savage gentleman over there. ”

"Mr. Savage?" Lord Poker first looked around, and then realized that this "barbarian" was referring to himself, and immediately shouted angrily, "I am good-looking and talented, you dare to call me barbaric?" You pretentious rat! ”

"It's a pretending mole." The fiery red guy corrected again.

"You ......" Lord Poker suddenly didn't know what to say.

"Mr. Mole." Lingling took over the topic and greeted with a smile.

"Hello, smart and lovely little girl." Mr. Mole immediately turned his gaze to the Spirit, who seemed to be pleased with the Spirit.

"You said you were the final boss."

"That's right." Mr. Mole blinked.

"You also said that you can't be destroyed."

"Of course, if you don't believe me, you can always give it a try." Mr. Mole is very confident in his abilities.

"Just try!"

As soon as the words ended, the poker lord rewarded Mr. Mole fiercely.

With a muffled sound on the floor, the poker master felt pain in the soles of his feet and dizziness, and there was a tendency to return.

"Hmph, what a barbarian."

Mr. Mole, unscathed on the floor, said contemptuously.

"You pretentious fellow!" Lord Poker said angrily.

"You vulgar brute!" Mr. Mole is-for-tat.

"Alright, alright." Lingling interrupted the argument between the two and said softly to Mr. Mole, "I see, the only way to get the contents of the box is to get your approval, right?" ”

"Haha, that's true." Moles are quite gentle with spirits.

"So what are we going to do?"

"It's very simple, just pass my three tests."

"Hmph, that's fine, you think we're violent." Master Poker snapped, "Let the horses come!" ”

"Bring the horses? Hmph, it's really unresponsive, the horse has already been released, and if you don't hurry up, it will slip away. Mr. Mole looked at Master Poker with a bitter expression.

"You guy, what kind of bastard expression is this?" Master Poker is clearly growing more and more dissatisfied with the mole.

"I see." Lingling on the side suddenly said, she remembered what Mr. Mole had just said, "My singing voice is really not beautiful enough, so I will sing it for you this time." ”

"Singing, right? The first test was singing. Lingling said affirmatively.

"That's right." The mole looked at Lingling and replied with a smile.

It was clearly getting more and more satisfied with the spirit.

"What a smart and lovely little girl." Mr. Mole complimented, his deep little eyes seemed to be full of love, "The first test is to sing, just sing the song I just sang, word for word." Pay attention, the lyrics must be word-for-word, and the melody is so-so, haha. ”

"The song I just sang......" Lingling frowned, meditating.

Suddenly, everyone also turned on the thinking mode.

But after a moment, everyone shook their heads.

The Chimera can remember the full melody, but it is impossible to repeat the entire lyrics. Most of the memories that can be recalled are few words, after all, no one at that time had listened carefully to the mole singing.

"Haha, isn't it a little difficult?" Mr. Mole asked with a smile.

"Hmm." Lingling nodded truthfully.

"Oh, sweet little girl, it's okay. For your sake, I'll make an exception and sing it again. Mr. Mole's smile widened.

Master Poker suddenly noticed that the pretending guy had two completely different faces, one was the mocking bitter gourd face when facing himself, and the other was the kind honey face when facing the spirit. And this guy can switch seamlessly anytime, anywhere.

"Thank you."

"It's a trivial matter, why worry about it." Mr. Mole then began to break the old wooden box, "I'm going to start singing." ”

This time everyone pricked up their ears and listened, even the poker masters.

"Don't ask, don't say, everything is silent, this moment is spent quietly by candlelight. Don't wave your hand, don't look back, when I sing this song, I'm afraid that tears will slide down gently. ”

Although the rhythm of the crate is steady, Mr. Mole's singing voice is not very good, and his voice is thin and sharp, completely in line with his own image.

"Okay, I remember." Lingling and Ziqi said in unison.

The Chimera rat on the side first pointed to his head, signaling that he also remembered. Then he pointed to his tongue, indicating that he could not make a sound.

Only the poker master did not say anything.

"Wait." Mr. Mole waved his hand and said, "I want to hear this gentleman sing." ”

Its two small eyes swept towards Lord Poker.

"Me? You ...... Guy wants to listen to me? ”

"Yes." Mr. Mole had an undeniable expression.

Lord Poker hesitated. First, I have never sung in front of everyone, no, I should say that I have never sung. This is too embarrassing, and it is completely inconsistent with my usual cold image.

Second, although I listened attentively, my subconscious disgust for the red gopher prevented me from fully remembering the lyrics.

"Lord Poker, it seems that it is up to you." Lingling said.

"Lord Poker, it's time for you to behave." Ziqi said.

"Ahh The Chimera rat gave two thumbs up as it made a muffled sound.

It seems that everyone is looking forward to themselves.

What to do?

There is not much time left, and it seems that we can only bite the bullet.

Master Poker immediately decided to let it go.

"Don't ask, don't speak, it's all in plain ......"

Master Poker frowned and sang, his voice slightly hoarse and magnetic.

With bright floors and compact walls, each of which resonates perfectly with the singing of poker adults, this is the best concert hall.

Although it was only a cappella, everyone was intoxicated. No one could have expected Master Poker to sing so well, even Mr. Red Mole closed his eyes slightly, immersed in this beautiful song.

"This moment is a candlelight that allows us to pass it tightly. Don't look back, don't look back, when I sing this song, I'm afraid I'm only afraid of ......"

Master Poker had already played beyond the norm, but by the time he sang this, he finally couldn't remember the words that followed.

"Tears,"

The voice full of innocence in the spirit and ethereal spirit sounded instantly.

"Gently slip off."

Ziqi finished the last few words with a unique vicissitudes of life.

This song fully sings everyone's heart, and everyone is snuggled together tightly along the way.

At this moment, although there was no candlelight, there was silver all over the ground.

Everyone looked at each other, looked at each other and smiled, and there were tears in their eyes.

It's all in plain sight.

"Bang bang." Mr. Red Mole slaps his wooden crate.

"It's so good, it's really good." It shouted, "It was done by three people, but the effect was surprisingly good." It seems that you are all people with stories. ”

"And the first test was passed?" Lingling asked softly.

"Absolutely!" Mr. Mole said with a slight exaggeration, "To be honest, I have never heard such a beautiful song in my life. ”

After saying this, it secretly glanced at Lord Poker and whispered, "It's really unseemly." ”

"What?" The poker adults reacted immediately.

"What are you talking nonsense about this pretentious rat?"

Originally, the poker master finally had a good impression of Mr. Mole, but it disappeared in an instant.

"Nothing, nothing." Mr. Mole lightly brings the topic over, "Now it's time for the second test." ”

There was a sudden silence in the hut, and everyone began to listen carefully.

But for at least a minute Mr. Mole didn't make any sound, as if suddenly he was mute.

"Hey, you guy, you're talking?" Lord Poker finally couldn't take it anymore.

"Well, forget it." Mr. Mole finally spoke.

"Forget it?"

"Yes, given your excellent performance just now, I don't think there is a need for a second test." Mr. Mole said righteously.

"Really? You're so nice. Lingling said.

"Of course, I'm a pretty good rat." That's what Mr. Mole said.

But that's what it thinks in its heart.

Hmph, no one has been here for too long, and the ghost remembers what the second test was.

"We're going to start the third test right away." Mr. Mole patted the wooden box in his hand again and said, "This box is the key to this test, it is called the Sacrificial Box. ”