At the same time, in an unknown space, a good show is being staged. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's a space where mysterious gray energy is shrouded everywhere.

If a person of insight is here, he can find that the quality of every trace of energy wandering in this space far exceeds the so-called divine power or the power of the main god.

The difference between the two is the essential difference between Hotaru and Haori, and there is no comparison at all.

And in the very center of this mysterious energy space, this piece of land with a radius of tens of meters is suspended.

On this piece of land, a thatched hut was built, and in front of the house grew a stout and low osmanthus tree, under which a stone table and two stone benches were placed.

At this time, two people were sitting on the stone bench, playing against each other.

Playing against two people, one of them is wearing a simple linen robe, and one is a middle-aged man with his hair scattered at random.

The middle-aged man was smiling, but the chess pieces clutched at his fingertips were difficult to fall for a long time, indicating that he might not be in the same mood as he seemed.

Opposite him, sat another middle-aged man wearing a modern sweatshirt and jeans, pedaling a pair of flip-flops, and looking like a hanger.

At this moment, he was crossing Erlang's legs, happily looking at the middle-aged man in ancient costume opposite, unhurried and leisurely waiting for the pair.

Picked up the teacup on the stone table, took a sip, and frowned when he found that the tea bottomed out, so he put the teacup on the stone table again: "Little fat man, hurry up and pour me water, don't you know when there is no water?"

With the loud shouts of a middle-aged man dressed in modern clothes, the door of the thatched hut that had been closed soon opened, and a man in his thirties ran out of it.

The man was of medium height, slightly chubby, holding a hot water bottle in his hand, and hurriedly ran from the house, smiling and licking his face to pour water for the middle-aged man.

The chubby man whispered sorry in his mouth, but his heart was full of slander.

God is pitiful, thinking that his big tomato is not a waiter, let alone a so-called boss, and reluctantly speaking, it is also the vast number of readers under the name of his major books.

Since he became famous, no matter where he goes, others pour water for him, and there is a saying that he pours water for others.

"Is this guy really so powerful! more powerful than Hongmeng?" Thinking of the strength setting of the behind-the-scenes boss in the trilogy he wrote, it was hard for him to imagine what kind of powerful existence would be if he was more powerful than them.

Then I thought of the works of the authors who were named after him, and I couldn't help but wonder in my heart: "Anyway, he must have come out of some book?" ”

Thinking that he was just a character in his own works before, but one day he appeared in front of him alive, I feel that the possibility of this conjecture is really very high.

"Who's that? The main character of the book Potato is not that strong. Dong Ge and Ergen, who are strong enough protagonists, those who have appeared so far, no matter how strong they are, are not as strong as those under me. Pig's head, three young people, magic machine, or skeleton?" After thinking about it, he shook his head, and he didn't feel that these characters were on an equal footing with those in his pen when they stood up to the sky, and looking at Hongmeng's attitude towards this nameless middle-aged man, it was obviously impossible.

"Shouldn't it be from the hands of a famous artist, but somewhere YY's work......"

As soon as this thought came out, and then looked at the other party's rogue style, the more the big tomato thought about it, the more likely it became.

"Little fat man, what are you thinking?" suddenly a faint voice came from his ear, interrupting his thoughts.

Although it is called a little fat man, in fact, the big tomato is not really fat, at most it can only be regarded as a fortune, after all, it is humane and middle-aged, it is inevitable.

It's just that in this way, his middle age is a little earlier than the others......

When he came back to his senses, he looked at the eyes and seemed to be smiling, and the big tomato shivered coldly, and even spilled a lot of tea.

Only then did I think that with the other party's supernatural powers, I slandered him behind his back like this, and it seemed that I couldn't hide it at all!

Looking at the other party's sly smile, it was obvious that what he was thinking in his heart had been seen through.

Crying and mourning, he looked up and replied weakly: "No, I didn't think about anything." ”

Life and death, whether it is useful or not, quickly deny it.

The latter didn't say anything when he heard this, leaving a meaningful smile.

There was a moment of silence in the air.

"Click", a crisp sound interrupted the silence between the two.

Taking advantage of the fact that the other party looked back and the solemn atmosphere was interrupted, Big Tomato quickly wiped the sweat on his face.

Only then did I realize that in just a few seconds, my clothes were soaked with sweat.

Putting the chess pieces back into the chess box, Hongmeng shook his head with a smile, and said with a smile: "No, no matter how many times you play, the chess strength is still not as good as the seniors, and I admit defeat in the game." ”

After saying this, even if he existed like Hongmeng, he didn't feel that his cheeks were hot.

The middle-aged man drank the precious tea in the cup like a peony, signaled the little fat man behind him to continue to fill it, and said: "Don't call me senior, call me weird old, am I so old!

It's not easy to take this, and when you take it, you admit that you are his father, and if you don't understand, you default to being older than the other party.

It doesn't look like a good job.

It's not right now, it's not puzzled, Hongmeng has to smile slightly awkwardly, and he doesn't dare to respond.

The middle-aged man didn't care about Hongmeng's reaction, and continued: "Go, there's no way, who let me get in touch early." It's only been a few times, and you've been on par with me, which is already pretty good. Keep up the good work, and I'm sure you'll be able to surpass me in the near future. He patted the other party's shoulder encouragingly, leaned back as he spoke, and the stone bench quietly turned into a sofa, and the whole person fell into it softly.

For the first half of the sentence, the big tomato as a bystander also agrees, and it is worthy of being the most awesome existence in his book, and this learning ability is amazing.

But I don't agree with the second half of the sentence, what is called being able to compete with him is very good!

Isn't he able to see something so obvious? Or is he thick-skinned enough?

As for his stinky chess basket, if Hongmeng hadn't been letting him play since then, he would have finished playing in a few dozen words.

With the chess in front of him now, even a layman like him can see at a glance dozens of ways to kill his "big dragon" in seconds. Hongmeng was able to drag this rare seckill crushing game to the point where it was almost full now, and it was really hard for him.

Hongmeng laughed dumbly when he heard this, and he didn't care.

Seeing that the other party was not in the mood to continue for the time being, a trace of relief could not help but rise in his heart.

"The way of Go is really broad and profound. The one who can create this thing is definitely a person with great wisdom and perseverance. Chess is a good chess, but it's a pity that this thing is in your hands, like a treasure covered in dust. Looking at the black and white chess pieces on the table, Hongmeng sincerely admired.

Of course, the second half of the sentence will not be said if he is killed.