Xingshu closed the door, only to find that the space in front of him was still not a tester, but a white mist.

The ball pointed behind the goal.

I saw a big letter-"open" written on the door.

Xing Shu: "..." Is this going to let me do it all at once?

Xing Shu took the hand of the ball and walked forward two steps, and saw the white fog dissipate, and a bridge that looked like a carved white jade appeared in front of him.

Under the bridge, there were bursts of roar, fighting, and the sound of weapon handover.

"Next is, the war?" Xingshu stood on the bridge and looked down, but only saw the thick fog, all the voices seemed so far away.

"Zhushu, look!" The ball suddenly pointed at the opposite side of the bridge.

Xing Shu looked in the direction he was pointing and found that it was one door.

Of course, the point is that the word "open" is written on this door.

Xing Shu:?

The two looked back together and found that the door opening that came in had disappeared, that is to say, as long as they could walk across the bridge, they could open the door on the opposite side.

But is it really that easy? Is it Jimen that can do whatever he wants? Go straight through?

Xing Shu walked on the bridge step by step, and all kinds of voices kept coming from his ears, but these voices were too far away, and Xing Shu couldn't hear them clearly, so he didn't feel anything at all.

It was the ball, and an impatient expression gradually appeared on his face, "Shushu, let's go faster."

"Ok."

The two began to trot, only to find that a bridge that seemed to be very short, but walked very long, as if it would never reach the end.

Obviously the door is in front, but I can't get to the door.

All kinds of voices came from all directions, angry, cursing, screaming, resentful, wailing, crying, desperate...

Nothing can be seen in the white mist, but countless hands seem to be stretched out to stop them from moving forward.

Xingshu felt fine, but the ball seemed to have heard something terrible. After holding on for a long time, his face became paler, his expression became more and more distorted, his breathing became heavier and heavier, and finally he puffed and fell to the ground. .

Xing Shu was taken aback by him like this, and hurried up to help him into his arms: "What's the matter? Ball? What did you hear?"

Qiuqiu whimpered and grabbed Xingshu's clothes in pain: "Stop, stop talking, stop talking, I am not, I am not..."

Xing Shu hurriedly covered his ears: "Don't tell me, you didn't hear anything!"

But this obviously didn't help, the ball turned upside down with a carp, and spit out a mouthful of congestion.

"Ball ball!" Xing Shu hurriedly hugged him up, "Is it the problem with this bridge?"

Xing Shu quickly took out the magic talisman from the space and propped up a cover to isolate external sounds.

However, it is obviously useless. This sound is nothing to Xing Shu, but to the ball, it is pervasive.

Suddenly Xing Shu remembered that he still had a piano, and immediately took it out, lightly plucking the strings with his fingertips.

"Zheng!"

The ethereal voices vibrated from the Yuqin in bursts, instantly isolating those noisy voices, and the expression of the ball was also relieved for a moment.

Xing Shu immediately realized that this thing was useful, and hurriedly put his hands on the piano, put his hands together, and shook the Yuqin loudly.

The painful mind of the ball was instantly pulled back by the sound.

However, the pain in the heart dissipated, and the suffering of the ears was not over yet.

Xing Shusheng was afraid of the ball rebounding. Even if he had regained his clarity, he did not dare to stop. Instead, he continued to play his cotton... Uh, it was the piano.

And very dedicated.

"Dangdangdang!" This is Mengzha.

"Bangbang Bang!" This is squeaking.

"#@&%!" This is a voice that I don't know how to make.

The ball covered his ears with one hand, struggling to grab Xingshu's sleeve.

If Xingshu felt it, he lowered his head and looked at him with a gentle smile on his face and firm encouragement in his eyes: Hold on! Dad is here to save you!

Ball: "..."

After the song, the ball fell on the ground, and there was no painful expression on his face, only peace was left.

Seeing this, Xing Shu felt that his piano skills had no masters, and he had reached another level of mystery. In time, he would surely become a generation of piano masters.

Xing Shu picked up the ball that no longer covered his head and whimpered, speeded up his pace, and ran towards the door on the other side of the bridge.

It's strange to say that after running for so long, he couldn't reach the opposite side. Now he just ran for a few minutes before he arrived!

Xing Shu was filled with emotion in an instant.

It is indeed one of the three gates to open the door, he does not need to do anything, just play a piece of music.

Because he was holding a person in his arms, Xing Shu couldn't make a move, so he lifted his foot and kicked the door open!

The door opened, and the outside world is still not a challenger rest area.

Xingshu carefully counted and found that he had passed seven doors so far, and he only needed to pass one more door to complete the challenge.

Thinking of this, Xingshu stepped out and looked at the words behind the door.

Well, it really is the word "sheng", this is the last "shengmen".

There is no such noise here anymore. I lower my head to watch the ball, only to find that the person in my arms has disappeared, but it has shrunk into a ball of white hair.

Although he shrank, he was still dizzy, so Xing Shu didn't try to wake him up, but put him in his clothes first.

Inside the gate is a green world, green mountains and green waters, a hundred flowers blooming, birds and chirping, it is a beautiful scenery full of life.

Xing Shu took a deep breath and exchanged the foul air deposited in his chest. The whole person felt much more refreshed.

But Xing Shu didn't dare to take it lightly. After all, he was here to try, not to play. The more he reached the end, the more he couldn't drop the chain, otherwise all his previous efforts would be wasted.

Xing Shu took out a long sword from the space, carefully pushed aside the dense bushes, and released his mental power, looking within a radius of thirty miles.

"Huh?" After releasing his mental power, Xing Shu noticed a small creature lying in the grass not far away, sucking in a very weak creature.

Xingshu pushed aside the grass and walked in that direction, and he saw a red bird that was not big enough for a palm.

Xing Shu's nose moved, and he smelled the **** smell of the bird.

injured?

Xing Shu stretched out his hand and poked it, and when he saw it was motionless, he held it up.

There was still some temperature on the bird, Xing Shu looked up at the big tree above, and searched for a long time before he saw the big bird's nest at the top of the dense tree.

There is only one bird's nest on this tree, and this little guy fell from it.

The bird’s nest was built very high, and the little red bird was scratched by the branches during the process of falling, and obviously suffered a second injury. There were many scratches and wounds in the fragile body.

"You are like this, even if you return to the nest, there is no way to heal the injury." Xing Shu poked its small wings, took out the golden sore medicine from the space, and evenly sprinkled it on the red bird's wound.

Maybe it was the cool feeling that evoked the little red bird's mind, it opened its eyes weakly, and its empty gray eyes rolled, finally condensed on Xingshu's body.

After leaving the door of the Emperor, Xing Shu returned to his body, the clothes he usually wore.

The red robe was overlaid with a black gauze, and the long hair was randomly turned in a bun behind his head, looking very casual.

However, for Xingshu's common clothing, it was not the case when it fell in the eyes of Red Bird.

This is the first time in its life that it has seen other creatures with colors similar to its own!

"Tweet, twee!" It subconsciously waved its small wings, trying to express its joy.

However, it felt heart-piercing pain just by moving.

"Don't move, you are hurt!" Xing Shu quickly stopped its "self-harm" behavior, rubbing its little head comfortingly: "When you get better, I will send you back to the den."

The red bird originally didn't understand Xingshu's words, but it wasn't until Xingshu raised his head to point to the big bird's nest on the tree that he reacted and shook his head frantically.

"Choo Choo Choo!"

Xingshu thought it was unwilling to wait for the injury to heal, and he wanted to go back now, so he could only calm down and said, "Your injury can't be healed in the nest. You also need rubbing medicine. Don't worry, be good."

Seeing that Xingshu didn't mean to send himself back, the red bird calmed down, and his little head pressed against Xingshu's fingertips and nuzzled very well.

Xing Shu was satisfied: "Well, this is good."

At this time, Xing Shu felt his clothes move, and a small furry head poked his head out of the clothes.

Xing Shu scratched his chin with his fingertips: "Awake?"

"Woo..." Surprisingly, the ball did not respond to him, but licked his fingers silly, and opened his mouth with a small piece of it in, licking one after another.

Xing Shu: "...ball?"

"Woo..." The little milk dog responded with a soft voice, but continued to **** at Xingshu's fingers. Xingshu held its chin and made it turn its head. Only then did he find that the ball seemed to be shrinking than before. It's getting smaller, and a pair of different-colored eyes are open and round, and there is a simple and ignorant expression in them.

Xing Shu:?

wrong! This situation is very wrong!

Xing Shu put the little red bird in his arms, held the ball in both hands, and shook it: "The ball? What's wrong with you? Talking!"

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)

It obviously thought it was Xingshu playing with him.

Xing Shu held the milk dog, messy in the wind.

Only one thought passed through his mind—it was over, his ball became mentally retarded.

Was it the reason for the door just now?

Just when Xing Shu felt puzzled by the current situation, a tingling pain suddenly came from his ankle!

Xing Shu's eyes drenched, and he reached out his hand to pinch the sneak attack!

The slippery and cold touch instantly rolled onto Xing Shu's wrist. After Xing Shu looked down and saw what it was, his expression instantly froze.

It was a golden snake, which seemed to have the thickness of a thumb.

Xing Shu: "..." Why suddenly there was an ominous premonition.