The continuous tinkling sound sounded, it was like playing piano music, and the people who were naturally favored were different, and even the sound of lighting up the rainbow bar had a pleasant rhythm.

Bohu and Kongdu's gloomy faces that had previously been gloomy due to the continuous failure of people to pass the assessment suddenly dispersed.

Kongdu did not hide the excitement in his tone: "It turned out to be Qixing, I haven't met it for many years!" ”

Bohu also rarely showed a happy face: "Yes! In the past few years, the people selected are not as good as a year, and the highest in front is only five stars, and last year there was only a four-star, I can't imagine that Talos's talent is so high! ”

Putting aside personal emotions, Bohu hopes that more outstanding talents will appear, because a little more powerful power means a little more security for Crystal Palace.

It's just that the most unique person in the legend, when will it appear?

The last time the ten bars of light lit up at the same time, everyone thought that man was the Chosen One.

He is indeed suffocating and powerful, but even so, he is still not the one who can change everything.

Bohu was a little regretful: "It's a pity that he is still not that person!" ”

Kongdu's face also darkened, but he quickly said to himself as if comforting: "Who said that person must have ten stars?" Maybe it's not about how strong he is, it's about something else we've been overlooking! ”

Bohu snorted and didn't answer.

A wry smile also appeared on Kongdu's face, probably because he felt that his words were not convincing at all.

Bohu rarely sent a kindness without cynicism, but his comforting tone was also very stiff: "Coming out of a seven-star can be regarded as making up for the regret of brushing down three!" ”

Sora nodded as well.

Potential is something that is born and can be developed the day after tomorrow, but it cannot be taken to the next level through hard work.

God rewards you with a few mouthfuls of food, you are just a few mouthfuls of food, and no one can change it.

A seven-star first-level Moon Blade warrior can kill three six-star ones in seconds!

With such a high level of talent, it's no wonder that Talos is so calm when it comes to witnessing the Confession, not only is he not afraid, but he constantly provokes his opponents.

Bian Cheng's eyes widened, and he took in the conversation between Kongdu and Bohu.

Seven colors of light!

It turned out to be seven stars, and he was only three and a half stars, and the gap between them was probably not something that could be caught up with the hard work of the day after tomorrow.

If you can measure the seven stars yourself, then resurrecting Bag must be much easier!

No, if she was Talos, she wouldn't need to go through so much trouble to get on this path, and with the wealth of the Rothschild family, it would be easy to resurrect a chip.

He and he were born different!

The last thing a person can change is his or her origin.

Bian Cheng couldn't help but be a little frustrated and dazed.

The frustration was, of course, due to the huge disparity in strength, but the confusion was that she didn't know how long it would take to resurrect Bagh at her current level.

Five years?

Decade?

Or is there no hope in this life?

Strength, you need more strength!

This thought was like a seed, silently rooted in the depths of her heart.

Kongdu's words pulled Bian Cheng's sanity back: "There is only one last one left!" ”

Those who failed the assessment were sent away in their sleep, and they didn't even have the qualifications to see the capsule, I'm afraid that after they go back, they won't be able to figure out why they will be eliminated.

It's just a dream, is there a dream to win or lose?

At present, those who have passed the assessment are Bian Cheng, Narnia, Talos, Miyoko, Yan Zhe, and the last one left is the little Moti.

He fell asleep late, and his dreams seemed to be extraordinarily long!

Bian Cheng couldn't help but be a little nervous, this is not a good phenomenon, the longer the dream, the greater the impact of the dream on his mind.

Bian Cheng has already determined that this Yan Zhe who has passed the assessment is not his friend in the past six months, as for why they look exactly the same, and even the details are exactly the same, Bian Cheng can't think of it for a while, so he can only throw it aside.

If Yan Zhe is not counted, then among all the people, Moti once argued for her and Medusa, and the two drank together, Bian Cheng naturally hoped that he could pass the most!

There was some contempt in Bohu's voice: "I would like to know, a butcher's son, what is in his dream?" Could it be an African wild boar that will never be killed! ”

He thought it was a very good joke and laughed awkwardly.

Sen's cold laughter, repeatedly vibrated by the circular wall, sounded like the night owl that often appears in horror movies to set off the eerie atmosphere.

Sora just glanced at him, not echoing the harsh words.

Moti's dream is slowly unfolding.

Completely different from Bohu's expectations, there were no African wild boars in the dream, nor were there any fierce beasts.

Moti was playing in the sand in an open crotch in front of a house full of creepers.

The house is in the style of medieval Europe, exuding a strong classical atmosphere, because the creepers on the walls make it much more low-key when it should shine.

Moti has two snots on his face, his hair is messy, and although the clothes on his body are dirty, it can be seen that he is careful and the workmanship is not bad!

But such clothes are not people who can afford to live in such a castle.

You know, the Crystal Palace is not big, and if you want to have such a big garden, you must not only have financial resources, but also political influence.

So, in what capacity did little Moti appear here?

This is the same question that appeared in the hearts of Kongdu Bohu and Bian Cheng.

At this moment, little Moti beckoned to the gate hidden in the shadow of the creeper: "Come here, my castle is built!" ”

A few seconds later, a girl came into the field of view of several people.

She was thin and tall, and although she was only a teenager, her eyes seemed to have seen all the world, with a cold sense of insight into everything.

Her movements and expressions do not belong to a ten-year-old.

Bian Cheng's brain suddenly hurt!

This girl gives her an inexplicable sense of familiarity!

With just one glance, Bian Cheng confirmed that he was inextricably linked to her, and she anxiously rummaged through the memory inventory.

But it was so empty, and I couldn't find any information that could match the girl in front of me.

The girl frowned slightly, as if to restrain her impatience: "I said it, I'm not interested in building a castle!" ”

Mo Ti looked up with a snotty face, innocent and puzzled: "But it's just me and you two children here, and we don't have anyone else to play with, do you want to play with the young master?" ”

The girl looked up at a half-open window behind her.

It was too far away, and the wind blew the snow-colored curtains, and she could see nothing under the fluttering veil.

She quickly retracted her gaze and didn't answer Moti's question, but asked with a cold face, "Do you really want me to play with you?" ”

"Of course!" Xiao Mo nodded happily.

"Alright then!"

After the girl finished speaking, she raised her right foot and stepped on it neatly, and the castle that little Moti had spent the whole afternoon building was trampled beyond recognition.

The girl hooked her lips, and the smile on the corner of her mouth had an evil arc: "Now, do you want me to play with you?" ”

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