Fall: Rebirth

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The Poison Fog Forest is a gloomy and terrifying place filled with deadly poisonous gas. Contestants must take a pill before entering, otherwise they will not be able to resist the poisonous fog.

The fairies participating in the selection are walking forward cautiously. The mist gently wraps around the forest, as if it were covered with a veil.

After a while, the fog in the forest became thicker and thicker, and the entire forest was shrouded in fog. Sometimes it was difficult to tell who was the enemy or the friend, and there were scattered disciples in almost every corner.

Hill was alone at the moment, and suddenly, a fierce attack came like a gust of wind. He instinctively dodged sideways, and when he was about to fight back, he was shocked to find that the attacker was not a ferocious beast, but a disciple who participated in the selection. So Hill quickly gathered his spiritual power.

However, the opponent seemed to have no intention of withdrawing his spiritual power, and the attack continued to surge like a tide, almost hitting Hill. Hill hurriedly put his hands together, trying to resist the surging attack, and stepped back several steps. Just as he was about to fall, a fairy friend appeared like timely rain and caught him steadily.

"Who is over there?" The immortal friend who caught Hill asked in a cold voice, as chilling as a bone-chilling cold wind.

It was a woman's voice. Hill glanced back and saw that the other person had a stern look in her eyes, staring at the opposite side as coldly as a cold star, with no intention of looking back.

Seeing no response from the other side, Hill gave the other side an elven salute and sincerely thanked him: "Thank you for your help, my friend."

At this time, Ziying, who was watching through the artifact, nudged Yeyou with his elbow and asked, "Who is this pretty fairy?"

"You should ask the guy on the tree. They have a good relationship." Ye You answered slowly.

Qingli took a look and did not answer immediately. Instead, he teleported from the tree to the stone table like a ghost and snatched the wine jar from Ziying's hand in a flash. Ziying, whose wine was snatched away, tried to take it back in a panic, but Qingli was faster and had already taken the wine jar.

"Drink less! This wine is very strong." Ziying looked dissatisfied.

Qingli remained unmoved, and continued to drink leisurely, saying slowly: "That is the young master of the elves, his name is Xier."

On the other side of the Poison Mist Forest, the little fairy who had just made the move, after hearing that the other party was a fairy friend, not only did not come out to apologize, but he ran away without a trace as if he had greased his feet.

Ziying was so angry watching this that he stamped his feet: "Who on earth is this? It was clearly Xier who was giving in to him just now, and he almost got hurt because of it, but he actually got away with it?"

Ye You sneered, "You think Hill is handsome and want to take him as your apprentice, right?"

Ziying blurted out without thinking: "Why not? I like handsome men, and he has a noble character."

When Qingli heard Ziying's answer, he coughed and waved his hand to break up the scene.

The scene suddenly stopped, and Ziying asked unhappily, "Hey... Qingli, what are you doing?"

Qingli shook the bottle, turned to look at Ziying, and asked, "I've finished the wine, do you have any more?"

"Yes, there is, but I am buried in the underworld." Ziying pouted, looking unhappy.

"Let's go down and get it."

"No." Ziying was watching the show with great interest, but the scene was interrupted by Qingli. He felt angry and embarrassed.

Seeing Ziying's reluctance, Qingli suddenly had an idea and said, "By the way, go and see the disciple you just picked out and see how he is doing now."

When Ziying heard this, his eyes lit up immediately, and he became interested and said, "This is good."

"Yeyou, are you going?" Qingli, who had just stood up, turned and looked at Yeyou.

"No." Ye You said coldly.

"Go ahead!"

Before Yeyou could react, Qingli grabbed Yeyou, waved his sleeves, and disappeared in the Temple of Death.

Just like that, the three gods quietly hid in the poisonous fog forest, watching the details of the selection of the children of each race.

At this moment, time is running out. If you can't get out in time, the selection will be a failure.

At this time, the two fairies were trying their best to rescue an injured spirit beast while resisting attacks from all sides.

One of them passed on the message: "My immortal friend, the time is coming, please leave quickly!"

The other one said without hesitation: "I will help you."

One said: "But the time is almost up. If we exceed the time, the selection will be considered a failure."

The other smiled calmly: "It doesn't matter. If I watch someone die without helping him, I won't be able to rest in peace even if I get the chance."

In this moment of struggle, their determination and kindness shone brightly amidst the flames of war, but they did not know that their every move had already been seen by the three invisible gods.

Ye You summoned the fairy who was in charge of the selection and asked sternly, "Who are these two fairies?"

The fairy envoy bowed respectfully to Ye You and answered carefully: "Reporting to the God, this is Ling Han, the second son of the Golden Dragon Clan, and that is Chu Heng, the young fairy of the Silver Dragon Clan."

Ye You's face was as cold as ice, and he said coldly: "Since they have good character, we will give them a special exception. If the time is up, let them pass this selection."

"Yes, God."

After the fairy left, Ziying did not forget to joke: "Oh, I didn't expect that the God of Death would set a precedent."

Ye You rolled his eyes and said unhappily, "Didn't you say you were going to choose a disciple? These two just happened to suit my taste."

"Do you want to choose two?" Ziying said with a gossipy look on his face, "I think the boy from the Silver Dragon Clan looks quite suitable for Qingli, what do you think?"

"Very good!" Qingli was very satisfied looking at the kind and thoughtful Chu Heng in front of him. He thought that if nothing else, he should at least choose a disciple with good character.