"Can there really be a solution to this chess game?"

Wang Dao doubted and said.

All of them were left by Mo Zizhai as the first Zonghengshi, and he couldn't believe it.

Although his chess strength is limited, the situation of this dead game is clear at a glance, who can't see it?

That white son is like a meandering, circling and roaring white dragon, its offensive momentum is so fierce that people have no way to start, they can only watch.

And the sunspot has become a lamb to the slaughter, and he has no power to fight back, how can there be any possibility of resistance under the power of the dragon.

The situation is already very clear.

"I don't know. ”

Now, Zhao Tianlang also has some doubts.

If it had been according to his will, it would have been none.

"Master's words should be credible. ”

He continued, at the critical moment, he still chose to believe in the first Zonghengshi, after all, that was his master, the world's first Zonghengshi, his words are indeed somewhat credible, enough to influence people's thoughts.

After finishing speaking, the three of them stared at the chessboard like that and fell into a dilemma.

His brows were furrowed, and after thinking about it, he hesitated and didn't dare to start.

In this world, I really don't know what else can make these three people so anxious besides this chessboard.

All of them are gods, and their every move is enough to affect the general trend of the world, and now this situation is really rare.

Everyone in the world says that the sky is good, but they don't know that the high places are not cold, and they dance to find out the shadow, and they are better in the world.

"Aren't you just a game of chess, can you use this?"

At this time, our Ten Thousand Great Commanders were not happy, he really couldn't figure out why they were doing this.

The key is that he still can't understand it, it's very fatal, and several big men are gathered together, but they just let him hang aside, how can he accept it.

His words, Mo Zizhai and the others didn't seem to hear it at all, and they didn't mean to deal with him at all, which made Wan Er even more annoyed.

I couldn't bear it, I didn't need to endure it anymore, Wan Er walked over, without saying a word, he just picked up a sunspot and fell down casually.

He also said:

"Look, I'll show you, isn't that the end of it. ”

Very annoyed, as if he really suffered some great grievance, but he just ignored him, what a big deal this is, it depends on you to take care of it.

There was no imaginary noise, and for a moment, the air seemed to freeze, and the falling needles could be heard, and the silence was terrible.

This caught Wanji off guard, and it was really embarrassing.

Could it be that this chess game is really so important? In this way, it is better to give him a severe beating, which is really uncomfortable.

"How...... What's wrong?"

Wan Er stammered.

"Isn't it just a game of chess? ”

He added, he felt a little strong.

"No need. ”

Mo Zizhai sighed and said.

After speaking, his eyes froze, as if he had turned into substance, like two sharp swords, stabbing Wan Er's body fiercely.

Facing his eyes like this, Wan Er was also frightened.

"Iron ...... Iron old man, you ...... What do you want to do?"

Wan Erdao.

"You...... Don't be stupid, it's all mine right now. ”

He said again, of course, he was referring to Zhao Tianlang and Wang Dao.

Now, he is the only one they can rely on, if he relies on his own strength alone, ten thousand two tied together cannot be Mo Zizhai's opponent.

"Perhaps, this is providence. ”

As he spoke, Mo Zizhai sighed again and withdrew his gaze.

"What is providential or not? What are you talking about?"

Wan Er is confused, what is it and what, it's really incomprehensible.

It's hard work to talk to them, what can't you say directly?

"Do you know what the consequences of your move were just now?"

Mo Zizhai said.

Hearing this, Wan Er's body trembled unconsciously, no matter how he heard this, he had a not very good feeling.

"What consequences?"

Wan Erqiang endured the uneasiness in his heart and spoke.

He really didn't believe it, in front of so many people, what could this Mo Zizhai really do with him? In fact, it was only two people.

"Could it be that you still want to kill me?"

He said again.

"I can tell you, although we have some friendship, but if you really want to be obsessed, then you will not be merciful.

When the time comes, the sword will have no eyes and hurt your life, but don't blame me for being ruthless. ”

Wan Er continued, but no matter how he listened, he was a little weak, as if it was an impotent roar, except for a little noise, the others were useless at all.

Mo Zizhai just glanced at him and didn't speak, neither admitting nor denying it.

This is really a little uncomfortable, now, Wan Er is really a little worried, he really can't figure out what Mo Zizhai thinks, is it friend or foe?

If you think of him as an iron old man in Quzhou City, it would really be a big mistake.

Wan Er now also recognizes this reality, since he announced to the world that after the birth of the Mo family, that iron old man has become Mo Zi Zhai, Mo Zi Zhai, the giant of the Mo family.

"Old ...... Lao Zhao. ”

"Wang ...... Knife. ”

Being stared at by him, Wan Er was really a little uncomfortable, and his heart was uneasy, so it was more reassuring to call those two people over,

Otherwise, if that Mozi Zhai is really convulsive and wants to do something to him, I am afraid that it will be too late to wait for reinforcements, and he will already go to the west to see the Buddha.

However, after he finished speaking, the two of them did not move.

Wan Er is really anxious now, and he stomps his feet angrily, could it be that these three people have already colluded? Today next year will be his death day?

Thinking of this, Wan Er's heart was awe-inspiring, and at the same time, there was also a decision.

It's okay, it's dead, and eighteen years later, it's a good man again.

However, it is really a little unwilling to pity his reputation in this life, and he died in a conspiracy, he is unwilling.

"Come on, do it, if I beg for mercy again, that's my grandson. ”

Wan Er roared angrily, thinking that he was full of momentum.

But in the eyes of people, he is a fool.

"What did you say?"

Zhao Tianlang was puzzled, he really didn't know what was in his head.

"I said, you go up together, I'll fight the three of you alone, even if it's death. ”

Wan Er said again.

"Really?"

Mo Zizhai said, the corners of his mouth hooked up a strange arc, and he wanted to tease him.

"Really...... It's true. ”

As he spoke, Wan Er swallowed his saliva, and a little cold sweat broke out in his heart.

It would be false to say that he was not afraid, and no amount of sharp words were enough to hide the fear in his heart.

The people on the other side are not human anymore, they are gods.

Although they don't want to admit it, it is true that they cannot be their opponents at all.

Therefore, Wan Er is already ready to die.