Mo Lan naturally knew that Dao Si Yunyin was talking to her, and was instructing her where to put Bai Zi.

But......

Where are these upper right roads? (⊙o⊙)…

She ran forward with Bai Zi's fart, sneered and leaned to Si Yunyin's side, and asked him very modestly: "That...... Where is the upper right three-way? ”

Si Yunyin glanced at her quickly, and a hint of surprise flashed in his cold eyes.

A woman who is so high-flying and versatile, who won the first place in Mingxiang Juxian and made her father look at her differently, she can't even play chess!?

Before he had time to think about it, he took the white son from Mo Lan's hand, threw it backhand, and the white son crossed a beautiful parabola and landed firmly at the intersection of the upper three roads on the right.

However, the stone slab above his head fell heavily for a while, and after a sudden pause, it continued to descend slowly.

Wrong!

His eyes sank, and he swept up in a white shirt and flew quickly to the place where the chess pieces landed. With a slight palm on the ground, the lying body jumped up to the ground, and he took the white robe into his hand, and the white robe flew one after another, and after a few swirls around his body, he landed on Mo Lan's side.

Si Yunyin's face became more and more calm and solemn at this moment.

The layout of this game is very complex, and it is impossible to study it thoroughly in a short period of time, and if you want to find a way, you have to keep trying. The problem now is that if you take a wrong step, the slate will go down a little more dramatically, and if it goes on, time will only be more urgent.

He had to calm down and carefully analyze where he should fall, there were not many opportunities, and he could not waste any more on unnecessary mistakes.

Mo Lan quietly took a few steps back, leaving him in front to think quietly.

Although she can't understand the chess move, with the handwriting of the old man Tianji, this game of chess is only afraid that it is more difficult to deal with than Boyan's residual chess. The current situation was obviously much more critical than the previous stone room, and the only thing she could do was not to disturb Si Yunyin.

The man in white pondered for a moment, and finally threw the white zi in his hand towards the ground again, this time, obviously longer than the first time he thought about it. With a crisp sound, the white child landed in the middle of the chessboard.

Mo Lan raised his head slightly, and a trace of worry flashed on his face.

Still not right!

When the white shadow flickered, Si Yunyin retrieved the white son as quickly as possible, the fingers holding the chess pieces were already strong to the bones, the thin lips were pursed, and the face with deep brows seemed to be cold.

Mo Lan looked at his stiff body behind him, and couldn't help but pinch a cold sweat for him.

It has already been dropped twice, and this will be the third attempt. If this time is not right, successive failures will undoubtedly make people upset and dare not start, which is the same as the principle of "one drum, then decline, three and exhaustion".

Coupled with the invisible pressure exerted by the stone slab above his head, it does not give people peace of mind and time to consider chess moves at all, but I am afraid that even Si Yunyin will inevitably be impatient, and when the time comes, this game of chess will be even more difficult to play.

After a while, Si Yunyin exhaled deeply, his arm raised slightly, and Bai Zi flew forward with his curvy fingers.

Mo Lan clenched her fists, her gaze locked on the flying white child.

God willing, this time it must be right......