In a café in Liaohai University Town, four masters and four servants gathered to enjoy a never-before-seen chess duel. The pen fun pavilion www.biquge.info Ying Da Pao, who was dragged aside by Ying Xiaotu, simply pulled a chair and sat outside to watch the battle, but his thoughts gradually diverged.

Although I don't know why my beautiful ancestor suddenly became interested in "Bao'er", Ying Da Pao also felt that this tall and toned heroic spirit was probably not small. I have to say that now it's a world of faces, not only the protagonists in film and television games are against the sky, but even the ultimate bosses of all walks of life have begun to take the enchanting and charming route, and the decisive output depends on the face, as for the appearance and temperament of "Bao'er", which is as warm as jade and tough and tough, I am afraid that it is at least the level of the Four Heavenly Kings. Of course, the strength of the other party to retreat from the enemy at a glance is definitely worthy of such a guess.

And such a powerful heroic spirit not only saved his group for no reason, but also appeared in an extremely timely manner. Judging from his behavior when he fell asleep afterwards, it seems that he did not take the beautiful heroic spirit in his eyes, that is, he did not help himself and others for the purpose of opposing the beautiful heroic spirit or for any reason related to the enemy, so if the less likely interest factor is excluded...... It is very likely that this "Bao'er" has some kind of connection with someone in his own line.

And at that time, the Servant of the three of them was not around, so it can basically be ruled out that the relationship between the heroic spirits knows each other, so the reason for the Master is left. In other words, the other party's master is familiar with one of the three of you.

Is it the helper recruited by the night family, or is it the worship of the Qinglian Temple? Although Li Qiuyan has a "criminal record" of hiding the identity of the magic envoy from herself, Ying Da Pao doesn't think that means anything, and she doesn't hide it from the other party, but she just doesn't want her to worry. So at present, it seems that it is more likely to be the night family, but Miss Ye looks like she doesn't know anything, I don't know if it's acting or really don't know, if it's the latter...... Ying Da Pao couldn't help but smile playfully.

"Big oar, you...... Do you like chess, too? Suddenly, a natural aroma entered the heart and spleen, and then a whisper entered the ear, and Yingda Paddle was suddenly freed from the complicated thoughts, feeling comfortable physically and mentally, like ascending to heaven, and the spirit could not be better. Trying to keep smiling and turning his head, he saw Hua Mei's intellectual and strong and restrained eyebrows, but when he thought of what he said to the other party in the Green Gold Group building yesterday, Ying Da Pao couldn't help but blush.

Some things and some words are really exciting only when they are in the right place, and other moments are incomparable. Especially the person concerned himself, when he mentions these black histories, he is "ashamed and happy". He was thinking about how to avoid embarrassment, when a coquettish voice suddenly came from the "battlefield" in front of the table: "Nonsense! As a general, he actually went out in person so casually, didn't he consider the slightest consequences! ”

Ying Xiaotu's sword eyebrows were upside down, and a pair of beautiful eyes stared at the "handsome" son who rushed out of the "Nine Palaces", and his charming face was cloudy and looked sinister.

In the corner by the window, Ye Mingyu had the courage to raise Bai Shengsheng's little hand and said, "That...... Sister Xiaotu, if I'm not mistaken, didn't your 'shi' walk out of the Nine Palaces first and start walking in a straight line just now......"

Ying Xiaotu glared at him, but his little face was slightly bulging, but he showed a different kind of cuteness: "Didn't you say it, Lonely's 'scholar' is a dead man, and he can do whatever it takes to practice the will of the lord, what are the nine palaces, and the Chu River Han Realm can't stop them!" ”

Ye Mingyu's aura was even weaker: "And your 'horse', not only can it walk in a straight line, but it is also as fast as the 'car'......"

"The lonely iron rider is unparalleled in the world! And in order to protect the land and family behind them, the lone knights did not hesitate to shroud their horses in leather and die in a foreign land, and also to destroy any possible enemy on their land! There is no reason to wait for the enemy's chariot to come and then fight it! Besides, isn't it the same with his cavalry? And one cavalryman has two lives, doesn't anyone think it's strange! "Ying Xiaotu pointed to Bao'er's red piece on the chessboard, although there was only one 'horse' left, it was enough to have two big normal chess pieces, and if you looked closely, it turned out to be two chess pieces pinched into one!

"A certain cavalryman will be born after death." Bao'er seems to be accustomed to being concise and to the point, but there seems to be thousands of troops hiding in her words.

These two people said that they were trying to play chess, but they were all kinds of stunts and magic changes, and the original rules were destroyed. But they looked serious, without any sense of nonsense like children playing chess, and they had almost no objections to the new rules proposed by the other party, all of which were memorized in their minds, turning into vital life and death information on the battlefield.

At first, the crowd forced a smile and did not correct them, but gradually, the iron hooves of the war horses smashed the tiny chess pieces, the huge wheels crushed the ravines and moats, and the deafening shouts of killing turned imagination into reality, and the magnificent and strange battlefield spread out in front of them.

The vast warriors were overly tall, clad in heavy armor, with one hand covering the sky, their heavy soles crushing rocks, and the crisscrossing ravines of the battlefield were child's play. They cross the jungle of swords, they trample the heads of their enemies, they go forward, they never look back. However, it was a hussar that burst out of the oblique thorns, like a low whistling wheezing echoed across the battlefield, the roaring horses leaped up their mighty hooves and trampled their waists, the bloody mouths full of sharp teeth spewed out the breath of hell, the chorus of blood and brimstone resounded across the land, and the ghostly knights wielded their severed blades to reap the stubborn lives wantonly.

Suddenly the sun fell, and some colossal thing obscured the sky, and the fortress of steel staggered out of the crumbling mountains, they were a godsend weapon, a chariot of the devil, and everywhere they went, the spiritual veins were destroyed, and not a single grass was born. But even if you're in the middle of it, don't sit back and relax, because the dead in the shadows are always looking for careless targets, and the blades in their hands drink the blood of their enemies. They are vile, they are vicious, they are merciless, their men have no mouth, and even the beast-like warhorses cannot escape their traps and poisons.

They stealthily stalked, and were about to strike a blow, but were blocked by a pair of white eyes. It was the unpredictable spellcaster, the soothsayer hidden in the king's tent, the forbidden man on the battlefield. They crushed all the intrigues and tricks, but returned it to the enemy tenfold and hundredfold, until the king, who was enough to dominate the battlefield, was tired of this game of blood and sacrifice, and walked out of the king's tent on the top of the mountain.

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