Behemoth gasped, clutching the wound on his shoulder, viscous blood spilling from his fingers.

He dodged the tail of the Blue Dragon Phantom, but the ensuing wind blade slashed his shoulder.

The ghost faces in the mist were like waves, surging wave after wave, and they were crowded like bugs, wriggling and entangled.

Behemoth remembered the page his father had left behind, which did not say in detail how to deal with the scene.

There were only a few words on it, and he was told that he should come here next, and after passing the test, he would take one thing.

So now how exactly is he going to deal with it.

Behemoth was anxious to deal with the attack of the Blue Dragon Phantom, and the ghost face, he desperately looked for what might exist on the altar.

But to his disappointment, the place was old and quaint, and the atmosphere was magnificent. But there is no artifact he imagined, and it is enough to promote him to the A rank or fight against the A rank.

In the dodge, he casually looked not far from the altar. The petite figure of the human girl was shadowy, and her eyes were firmly fixed on Bafengte.

Behemoth followed her line of sight. I saw my father's peaceful remains.

It dawned on him that he had thought of something, and approached Bafengte.

It's a few short steps, but it's like a rule. The attack of the Blue Dragon Phantom was like a storm.

And the waves of the ghost face are like the roar of the sea, and Gebehemoth is a churning boat in the middle of the sea.

The Blue Dragon Phantom flicked its tail again, and Behemoth didn't dodge again this time, instead he met the attack.

The tremendous force slammed back into his abdomen, and he barely blocked it with the cold blade in his hand, and the red blood like a human slowly overflowed from his lips, but he didn't even raise his hand to wipe it.

Instead, he reached out and grabbed Bafant's shoulder. It turned out that he followed this attack of the Blue Dragon Phantom and fell in front of Ba Fengte.

The moment his hand touched Bafant. It's over.

The surging ghost-faced people screamed in unison, and their unwillingness began to dissipate. It's like the white mist rising from a boiling pot.

The apparition of the green dragon struggled again, but to no avail, and it let out an unwilling wail, shrinking, and flew towards Behemoth.

Like a bird flying into the forest, a fish entering the sea, lightly integrated into his body.

Behemoth's fingertips touched his chest, and he didn't think that what his father was referring to was this.

He blinked. The burgundy eyes had a rare hint of helplessness and ignorance.

He didn't feel the slightest strange feeling, even though the scene before him announced the end of it all.

He looked at his father's strange remains, not understanding what was in front of him.

"How are you feeling?" Yan Wan felt that his feet could finally step on it, and the invisible barrier in front of him had disappeared.

She walked briskly, tiptoeing like a fawn, and jumped onto the altar.

As if something had been touched, the altar, which had been silent and ordinary, like a stone, suddenly lit up.

[The inheritor has entered the trial, has been tested to meet the requirements, and is being matched.] 】

"What!?" Behemoth looked at Yan Wan in astonishment.

What is Trial? Why didn't he trigger the trial just now? On the contrary, it was Yan Wan, a stranger, who went to the sacrificial platform that triggered the trial.

Before he could ask the question, a jolt interrupted his unfinished words.

[The test begins, the transfer begins.] 】

An ethereal and clear male voice sounded again, and the stage began to tremble, and everything around it was distorted.

In the rotation, Yan Wan saw the golden figure of the big lion rushing over, he raised his eyebrows angrily, and his raised wings had sharp rays.

But in the next moment, the colorful picture was covered with the blurred gold.

"That's a ......"

Caught off guard.

Yan Wan closed his eyes with a sigh, and put the words in his lips halfway through, but did not spit them out.

When I woke up again. The girl slowly opened her eyes, and saw the heavy beaded curtains, and the soft bed that she had sunk into underneath.

At first glance, everything exudes a sense of luxury.

The sound of stones clashing sounded, and the bead curtain was lifted. A beautiful woman with a mole on her eyebrows looked in to check Yan Wan's state.

When he looked at Yan Wan, she looked back behind her in surprise and shouted, "Miss is awake!"

Then he eagerly stretched out his hand to help Yan Wan up, and asked with a worried face: "Miss, how do you feel?" Is there a problem with Nedan? ”

"Oh, Miss, you are so talented, why do you have to compare with those people who cultivate, they do cultivate fast, but their lives are also short."

"Those worldly cultivators are no better than you, Miss, you are such a noble dragon girl."

She was chattering to herself, and Yan Wan was silent and didn't answer for fear of showing her feet.

Although Yan Wan knew that this was just an illusion, it was too real for her to feel as if she had crossed over again.

And everything the maid said in front of her also made her feel ridiculous.

Dragon Lady? Referring to her?

The maid, who had not received an answer, suddenly glanced at Yan Wan cautiously, and then sighed and said, "Miss, you just woke up, and you probably don't want to listen to me say this."

"Madame is coming soon, although Mademoiselle you don't want to, but Madame has always regarded Madame as a treasure in her heart, not to mention that this time it is like this, although Madame doesn't care about it on the surface, but she must actually be distressed."

"As long as Miss is willing to give in and apologize, this matter will be over, Madame will definitely agree, Miss, don't be so stubborn."

Yan Wan looked at the expectant eyes, pursed his lips, and finally responded softly.

She thought, let's agree for the time being, it would be too strange to ask what it is, after all, it can't be a trivial matter to see the maid's reaction, and it is impossible to say anything to forget.

The maid smiled with maternal love, wet her eyes with relief, rushed over and hugged Yan Wan, and said in a choked voice: "It's great that you can think about it, Miss, everything will pass, nothing can't be let go."

“…… Well. ”

Yan Wan hesitated, his hand dangled in the air with nowhere to rest, and finally patted her back gently.

She was rarely treated with such a real, warm, and outward love as a young person, and she was a little overwhelmed at the moment.

"Great, that's great." The maid murmured softly, patting the petite girl in her arms on the back with comfort.

She quickly perked up, let go of her face, and looked extremely happy, with a deep beauty with a straight nose and big eyes, and her face was full of bright good mood.

"Miss rest first, and when Mrs. Hui does a good job of psychological construction, she should come to find you, Miss."

"Since Miss has already agreed, then don't quarrel with Madame anymore, Madame also loves you like this."

“…… Good. ”