The thousand-year-old cypress chessboard is full of chess pieces, which looks out of order, and it is not at all the rules that this nineteen vertical and nineteen horizontal mysteries should have. A boy with red lips and white teeth held a chess basket in his hand, and pulled out chess pieces from it, lined up on the chessboard, piled up for three hundred and sixty days, leaving Tianyuan hanging empty.

The boy reached into the basket and pulled it a few times, but did not take anything out. I shook the basket again, but there was still nothing. There are a total of 360 white seeds, and there is no more. He pursed his mouth in disappointment, and at the other end of the chessboard, the old sword idiot's eyes were slightly closed, and his anger was like a long river.

"Master, carve another white child. Every time I am dissatisfied, I leave a look, which is strange and uncomfortable. ”

The boy leaned out and dragged over the chessboard

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