"Hey, it's boring, mortal, aren't you supposed to be ambitious? Why didn't you fall for it? "Ming Duanhua" finally got tired of shouting, and the scene behind him was silently replaced by a large blurred scene of fog. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Ming Luohua's eyes drooped slightly, and he said lightly: "You acted too badly......"

"Ming Duanhua": "......" Are you teasing me???

"Why do you have to induce this king to kill you?" Ming Luohua asked nonchalantly.

The topic changed too quickly, and "Ming Duanhua" couldn't react a little, and said: "Naturally, it's so convenient to trap you in the illusion forever, don't bother to think of other ways......"

The atmosphere in the air was silent for a long time, probably still affected by someone's illusion, although Ming Luohua was still expressionless, his inner thoughts were inexplicably caught in the shadows and couldn't extricate himself for a while.

"Ming Duanhua" suddenly changed his image, revealing his true appearance - an ordinary scholar in Tsing Yi, holding a paper fan in his hand and shaking it gently, vaguely with the graceful spirit of a scholar.

"Lord Hua, you are obsessed with the upper position, and you have just entered the game of my god master, and you dare to ask the prince a word, the obsession in the prince's heart has clearly been achieved, why does the prince actually describe it differently?" The scholar in Tsing Yi asked "humbly".

“…… Because this king asks for this, it is not this, this night is still won by this king, guide, you should start the next night for this king. Ming Luohua said coldly, the expression on his face was filled with deep dissatisfaction and disgust.

"Tut, the prince's patience is really pitiful. That's right, this night is still the prince's victory, and the next night can also be opened for the prince, but the prince must remember eight words, happiness and sorrow, the world is impermanent, hehe. The scholar in Tsing Yi shook the paper fan lightly, and leisurely watched Hua Wangye disappear again, the curvature of the corners of his mouth slightly widened, full of unpredictable and strange meaning.

Ming Luohua frowned, and after thinking for a while, a huge reversi appeared in front of him, and the two figures holding the chess pieces were fixed on both sides of the chessboard, motionless.

One hand holding the white piece landed in the chess box containing the chess pieces, looking at ease and calm.

The side holding the sunspot held the sunspot and hesitated, and the two fingers holding the chess pieces hovered above the chessboard, with a solemn expression and frowning eyebrows.

The trend of the chessboard between the two is ordinary, as if the Chuhan River boundary is clear, at first glance, it seems to be an evenly matched draw, and even the side of the sunspot has a faint advantage, but looking at the clear expression of the chess player, it is not like that.

Ming Luohua couldn't help but take a few steps closer, and suddenly the chess diagram blurred, and the chess player disappeared, and a faint voice came from his ears.

Sixth night, over!

He inexplicably remembered the scene of the first night - an open wordless book of heaven, the cover of the book was written with four glittering golden characters "Heaven and Earth Xuanming", but the content of the book was blank word for word.

Flipping back and forth the pages for a while, he seemed to see a word coming out, but when he stepped forward to look closely, there was nothing, and when he looked at it further, the book was gone, and so was the illusion of the first night.

Did the two nights have anything in common? Is it sending a message......

It's supposed to be the seventh night.

Ming Luohua looked at the scene in front of him with a strange expression, facing the illusion scene that seemed to be real, he couldn't help but think, this seventh night is still the routine of the third and fifth nights?

"Hey, it's boring, mortal, aren't you supposed to be ambitious? Why didn't you fall for it? "Ming Duanhua" finally got tired of shouting, and the scene behind him was silently replaced by a large blurred scene of fog.

Ming Luohua's eyes drooped slightly, and he said lightly: "You acted too badly......"

"Ming Duanhua": "......" Are you teasing me???

"Why do you have to induce this king to kill you?" Ming Luohua asked nonchalantly.

The topic changed too quickly, and "Ming Duanhua" couldn't react a little, and said: "Naturally, it's so convenient to trap you in the illusion forever, don't bother to think of other ways......"

The atmosphere in the air was silent for a long time, probably still affected by someone's illusion, although Ming Luohua was still expressionless, his inner thoughts were inexplicably caught in the shadows and couldn't extricate himself for a while.

"Ming Duanhua" suddenly changed his image, revealing his true appearance - an ordinary scholar in Tsing Yi, holding a paper fan in his hand and shaking it gently, vaguely with the graceful spirit of a scholar.

"Lord Hua, you are obsessed with the upper position, and you have just entered the game of my god master, and you dare to ask the prince a word, the obsession in the prince's heart has clearly been achieved, why does the prince actually describe it differently?" The scholar in Tsing Yi asked "humbly".

“…… Because this king asks for this, it is not this, this night is still won by this king, guide, you should start the next night for this king. Ming Luohua said coldly, the expression on his face was filled with deep dissatisfaction and disgust.

"Tut, the prince's patience is really pitiful. That's right, this night is still the prince's victory, and the next night can also be opened for the prince, but the prince must remember eight words, happiness and sorrow, the world is impermanent, hehe. The scholar in Tsing Yi shook the paper fan lightly, and leisurely watched Hua Wangye disappear again, the curvature of the corners of his mouth slightly widened, full of unpredictable and strange meaning.

Ming Luohua frowned, and after thinking for a while, a huge reversi appeared in front of him, and the two figures holding the chess pieces were fixed on both sides of the chessboard, motionless.

One hand holding the white piece landed in the chess box containing the chess pieces, looking at ease and calm.

The side holding the sunspot held the sunspot and hesitated, and the two fingers holding the chess pieces hovered above the chessboard, with a solemn expression and frowning eyebrows.

The trend of the chessboard between the two is ordinary, as if the Chuhan River boundary is clear, at first glance, it seems to be an evenly matched draw, and even the side of the sunspot has a faint advantage, but looking at the clear expression of the chess player, it is not like that.

Ming Luohua couldn't help but take a few steps closer, and suddenly the chess diagram blurred, and the chess player disappeared, and a faint voice came from his ears.

Sixth night, over!

He inexplicably remembered the scene of the first night - an open wordless book of heaven, the cover of the book was written with four glittering golden characters "Heaven and Earth Xuanming", but the content of the book was blank word for word.

Flipping back and forth the pages for a while, he seemed to see a word coming out, but when he stepped forward to look closely, there was nothing, and when he looked at it further, the book was gone, and so was the illusion of the first night.

Did the two nights have anything in common? Is it sending a message......

It's supposed to be the seventh night.

Ming Luohua looked at the scene in front of him with a strange expression, facing the illusion scene that seemed to be real, he couldn't help but think, this seventh night is still the routine of the third and fifth nights? (To be continued.) )