It seemed that a century had passed, and the people on the ground finally moved, slowly opened their eyes, and the dark eyes flashed a red glow, and quickly disappeared.

He looked at the surrounding environment blankly, and found that there were only gray and white colors, and raised his hand to put it in front of him, with shock in his eyes, doubts and stunned. Yan Zijiao quickly stood up from the ground, and when she saw the person in the mirror, she was deeply stunned.

The face in the mirror is still so handsome, and the originally healthy complexion has become crystal clear, not the pale kind.

There was no change in the eyes, neither the teeth, nor the temperature of the body. His hearing seemed to be better than before, he seemed to be able to hear sounds within a hundred miles, and his already keen sense of smell was becoming more and more exaggerated at this moment, and he couldn't help but hold his breath when he smelled a thousand strange smells.

Junxiu's eyebrows condensed slightly, feeling the discomfort carefully, and slowly wanting to accept everything that happened.

He wrung his eyebrows and stood quietly in the mirror for a long time, and the thought in his heart before resurfaced again. He stretched out his hand to try to feel something else, only to find that the quilt on the table had fallen into his hand.

turned around and was about to go out, but who knew that the force was not well controlled, and it hit the wall directly. When he stood up and looked up, the white tiles depicting the silver pattern had broken into small pieces, small pieces, and the middle part had turned directly into powder.

This time, he took a slight step back and stiffly turned his head to look at the person in the mirror.

The white forehead has no scars, and the cold eyes are a little confused, and I can't see through the depths of the eyes. He slowly raised his right hand, looked at the palm that had not changed in the slightest, and stared blankly, dazed.

Is it a trait of the Bloodline?

Has he been converted into a Bloodline?

Just a little stimulation, and that vampire-torn skin, did he evolve?

Yan Zijiao wanted to laugh very much, his heart was very complicated, and he didn't know how to describe his state at the moment. It's like walking down the road in the middle of the night, being struck by lightning, and waking up to find that you have an ability.

When he was a child, he had an unconventional sense of smell, and he already felt that he was talented. Looking back now, I realize that everything seems to have a precursor.

Obviously he is a human being, obviously he has not been in contact with any strange creatures, and obviously there is almost no difference between him and Dabao.

However, Ran Ran was born psychic, and his natural sense of smell was different from ordinary people, and Dabao's talent for being sensitive to numbers was not surprising compared to the two of them.

Could it be that everything is destined in the dark, destined that he must take this path to be like this?

"You mean you don't know either?" Yan Zijiao's tone was filled with a faint sense of loss, and it was very well disguised, and it was not discovered by the finches at all.

Finch'er nodded: "I don't know, it stands to reason that your blood clan has no soul!" ”

"You guys?" Yan Zijiao keenly caught the suspicion in the mouth of the finch.

"Well, to be exact, I was forced to be transformed because I was helpless, otherwise I would not have survived. But the ability of the Bloodline is not comparable to my natural bloodline, I just have many skills of the Bloodline. ”

Finch said quite tangled.

"In other words, you have a soul and the innate ability of a divine beast, even if you are transformed into a blood clan, you will not be affected in any way?"