"You're here." Rong Qianxun nodded.

Somehow, as soon as I saw his chuckling and warm appearance, the previous nervousness and hesitation in my heart disappeared in an instant.

"Yes, I'm here." Su Yunge stepped forward a few steps and sat opposite Rong Qianxun.

The white jade chessboard on the table was glowing with a lustrous luster, and Rong Qianxun reached out and pushed the chess box containing sunspots in front of Su Yunge.

"You're missing me a game of chess."

Su Yunge blinked, looked at the chessboard, and sorted out the knowledge of Go in his mind. In order to cultivate her overall view, the master in her previous life once taught her to play chess.

"Okay." As soon as he answered softly, he picked up the sunspot and slowly fell.

The hands are green, the wrists are snowy, and the beauty makes people can't take their eyes off this hand.

Rong Qianxun's eyes were slightly dark, so he stopped speaking, and for a while, in the light sound of bamboo leaves in the garden, there was only the sound of chess pieces tapping on the jade plate.

"Yunge is a good chess player." Rong Qianxun spoke slowly, and he couldn't tell whether it was praise or anything else in his voice, it was still light and faint.

Su Yunge smiled, "The prince praised it falsely." Although she said this, she couldn't stop marveling in her heart.

It is said that chess is like life, and the way a person plays chess can show most of the person's psychology. She plays chess to kill decisively and never leaves a way back, but Rong Qianhiro is different, he always guides you and gives you the most fatal blow when you feel that the front is very beautiful.

In this way, Su Yunge can only think of one word to describe it, black belly.

Raising his eyes and looking at Rong Qianhiro, the face that can't be peeped under the mask, the thin lips are like cherry blossoms, and nothing can be explored.

"I heard you have a weapon called Dark Moon." While a son was left behind, Su Yunge pretended to have no intention of picking out this topic.

Rong Qianxun didn't seem to doubt him, and nodded slightly.

"The booty that my grandfather got when he went to war was a weapon of God."

He dropped a son gently, his slender fingers were extremely white, and his bones were distinct.

Yun Ge suddenly asked this, are you interested in it again?

He raised his head and looked at Su Yunge, his voice soft as if he was about to swallow people into the whirlpool.

Su Yunge was observing him, and as soon as he raised his head, she suddenly crashed into the deep black pool, the heart in her chest beat twice, and she nodded.

"Ah Da, take the secret moon!" Rong Qianhiro spoke softly.

It wasn't until he spoke up that Su Yunge suddenly came back to his senses, and his brows furrowed imperceptibly. What the hell is wrong with her, she can be so affected by someone who has never even seen her face.

Could this person be hypnotic?

looked at Rong Qianxun suspiciously, if she didn't know hypnosis, then why was she always distracted by him.

Ah Da came quickly, holding a tray in his hand, uncovering the red cloth on the tray, and the dagger-shaped weapon came into Su Yunge's eyes.

"Can I touch it?" Su Yunge asked Rong Qianxun.

"Naturally." Rong Qianxun seemed to be pleased by her words, and there was a smile in her voice.

Su Yunge slowly picked up the weapon, the scabbard retreated, and a cold light appeared, like a cold moon at night, like a watery luster with a compelling cold air.

Su Yunge, who had seen countless weapons, couldn't help but praise at this moment, what a divine weapon.

But the better it is, the more difficult it is to get it, and there is distress in the heart of the cold room.