"Mother, mother, mother......"

"Yi'er~" A gentle voice replied weakly.

"Mother, what's wrong with you? Why do you have blood all over your body? Who hurt you? Wait, I'll call Daddy to help you heal!" The little boy who was called Yi'er saw his mother's bloody appearance, and he panicked a little helplessly, and wanted to pull out his legs to call his father to help, but was taken into his arms by a pair of gentle hands.

The woman with a bloodless face but a beautiful and gentle face was holding up her body at this time, as if she was returning to the light, exerting all her strength, lovingly stroking the little boy's head, leaning into his ear and gently explaining: "Yi'er, what my mother says to you now, you must remember it for the rest of your life!" When you are sixteen years old, you must go to Yonghui City, where there is the only and last gift left by your mother, remember, you must go! ”

Then, the woman's smile condensed on her lips, and her gentle hand on Aiko's cheek gradually cooled until it was cold......

Mo Yi suddenly opened his eyes, only to find that it was another dream.

Everything in the dream is still fresh in my memory, but it has been ten winters, summers, springs and autumns.

If it weren't for the words of his mother before she died, maybe Mo Yi would not have appeared here at all, Yonghui City, a place that left a trace of pain and hope in the heart of little Mo Yi.

He didn't know what was in Yonghui City, and he would make his mother explain to himself so carefully before she died. But since the mother said that here was the only and last gift she had left for herself, then, no matter what, he had to come here.

As long as it belongs to him, even if it is up the sword mountain and down the sea of fire, he must get it back.

It's a pity that to this day, he doesn't know what his mother wants him to find.

His eyes cleared up little by little, and Mo Yi's consciousness gradually became clearer, and the hand that had been holding the cold iron short blade all night was slightly loosened.

Inadvertently, his gaze fell on the childlike sleeping face next to him on the other side of the bed.

That sleeping face looked so pure and innocent at this time, peaceful and comfortable, and he didn't even have a basic sense of prevention, so he fell asleep like that, dreaming of spring and autumn.

For a moment, Mo Yi was a little envious of her calmness, or casualness. He knew that for himself, sleeping peacefully and defenselessly like that was probably a luxury that he would not be able to achieve in his lifetime.

She is really a person who is not wary at all, such a person, I don't know how she survived in the past ten years, probably because she was very well protected!

Mo Yi shook his head, his thin lips pursed slightly, and he thought, what does this have to do with him?

After today, everyone owes each other, and it is a bridge to a bridge and a road to a road, just passers-by or opponents.

About the time had passed, and Mo Yi was about to get up and prepare to clean up, preparing for the trial of the third level early, but in an instant, he felt the strangeness of all things in heaven and earth.

In a trance, Mo Yi suddenly felt that there was an unusually powerful force enveloping Siye, which was a sense of oppression like the end of the world!

Subconsciously, he pushed Yao Ji who was sleeping soundly on the side to wake up, and with his left hand backhand, he pulled her to his side, and the short blade of his right hand had been deeply inserted into the bed, as if he was resisting some powerful suction!

That trace of subconscious resistance is like a stone sinking into the sea, to no avail. Before she could react to what was going on, Yao Ji, who was sleepy, was pulled by a powerful force with Mo Yi and swept into another wonderful space.

When Yao Ji and Mo Yi were awakened by the stinging pain all over their bodies, the scene in front of them stunned them at the same time, both of them opened their mouths wide and looked at each other stupidly, not knowing what to say.

It's white, it's so clean!

If it weren't for the chill that made Yao Ji can't help but sneeze, and the sound of wind and snow in their ears, Yao Ji and Mo Yi couldn't imagine that the two of them were still sleeping peacefully in the bamboo house, how could they be thrown into this icy and uninhabited snow field in the blink of an eye.

Yao Ji slapped her face fiercely, feeling a little pain in her cheeks, only to realize that she was not dreaming.

Suddenly, there was a faint tremor under them, and Yao Ji and Mo Yi almost jumped away from the ground, only to find that the snow they were sitting on was slightly raised.

Then, several white lights flashed, splashing countless snow slags.

I heard someone scolding: "Fuck it, which one is this playing?" The little master was buried alive while still dreaming! When I looked at it, it was the abrupt man in black yesterday afternoon.

At this time, looking at his face full of snow slag and disheveled clothes, where is there still half of yesterday's spirit.

Immediately afterwards, there was another rapid cough, and Long Yu, a beautiful young man with long dark green hair, also crawled out of the snowdrift in embarrassment, his beautiful face was red from the cold, but it was very good-looking, he looked around, opened his mouth, blinked his big smart eyes, and after all, he didn't say anything, and sat down beside Yao Ji and Mo Yi unceremoniously.

Then, immediately afterward, there were several more embarrassed figures, staggering out of the deep buried snowdrift one after another, and fixed their eyes to see the black-faced Kongming Clan woman, the Wucheng duo, and a rather faceless young man.

Mo Yi suddenly congratulated himself in his heart that he woke up in time, if he hadn't reacted in time and had a trace of preparation in advance, it is estimated that he would be buried in the snowdrift in embarrassment like them at this time.

His pride didn't last long, his eyes swept over everyone one by one, presumably the eight lucky people who passed the second level were now gathered together, everyone looked at each other, and vaguely understood that the trial of the third level had begun.

It's just that this damn old monster Zhuo Ao didn't accumulate virtue at all, so without warning, he threw these eight people into this snowfield where birds don't lay eggs and are white.

They didn't even know what the third level was, let alone where they were now. How did you get here, and how do you get back?

The woman in Tsing Yi who was supposed to come out to explain the third level is also gone, it seems that this level not only has to test ability, but also has to challenge IQ.

At this time, she couldn't take care of so much, Yao Ji threw out a bamboo stick from her arms, and pinched her fingers to ask the heavens.

And after the girl coughed twice, she took out a few palm-sized banners out of nowhere, stuck them in her side, and began to mumble to herself.

And Long Yu, the young man with dark green long hair, took off the bone hairpin that was originally used to tie his hair from his head, and he was also faintly gesturing something.

The man in black and Mo Yi didn't seem to be proficient in these heaven and earth mystical arts, so they simply didn't do anything, the two of them looked at each other boredly, and at the same time turned their eyes to look at the unknown young man who had been silent and motionless like a dead man since he had just crawled out.

At this time, I saw the man sitting cross-legged in the snow, his eyes slightly closed, as if he was asleep again, I don't know if this is beyond ordinary people's calmness, or is he simply scared stupid?

Mo Yi and the man in black are more willing to believe that it is the former.

For the past three days, the young man had been a mystery, and he had not been seen out of the bamboo house, nor had he been seen to interact or talk to anyone. So taking advantage of this moment, Mo Yi and the man in black coincidentally wanted to take a second look at him, trying to see something famous, but unfortunately they still found nothing.

Mo Yi and the man in black glanced at each other with some self-deprecation, and withdrew their eyes from each other.

The man in black is called Siqi - of unknown origin.

In fact, Mo Yi's understanding of him only stopped at the fact that he took the initiative to visit and had a brief conversation with Mo Yi yesterday.

His purpose is also very simple, if necessary, he hopes to cooperate with Mo Yi, as for the content of cooperation, Mo Yi lowered his eyes, as if he was calculating the slight possibility in his heart.

I don't know how long it was, but I heard Yao Ji sigh, tilted her head, and the whole person fell straight towards Mo Yi's body behind her like a limp body, Mo Yi's back stiffened slightly, but he didn't dodge.

I only heard Yao Ji muttering: "I can't do it anymore, I've used up all the spells I can use, and I still can't guess where this is, I gave up!" ”

Then the two who were originally concentrating on the other side also sighed at the same time and withdrew their respective magic weapons.

It turns out that everyone's level is equal, but they are embarrassed to admit it because of some proud thoughts.

At this time, everyone, you look at me, I look at you, the heart is that each other, it turns out that no one here is smarter and more capable than others.

This made several young people who were still quite self-conscious about their IQ and strength before, and they all began to re-examine themselves at this time.

Where is this snowfield in the Void?

Is it real or hallucinatory?

What exactly is this third level for?

And what is the purpose of this arrogance?

It seems that the real difficulties have just begun, and they were just appetizers for everyone before.

Yonghui competed, and only then gently tore off the hazy veil before it, slightly revealing its cruel and transcendent side.