y side with her for eight years, was so strange now.she looked back and looked at the other members of the team, who deliberately avoided Miao Su's eyes and were silent.all of a sudden, Miao Su doesn'...an Qingyu went to the chessboard and gazed down at the scattered pieces, not knowing what she was thinking.

"what Has the injury of the soul recovered "

Lin Qi Night's voice came from the house. He pushed open the door and looked at an Qingyu in front of the chessboard and said.

Lin didn't rest for seven nights, of course. In his present state, if his soul had not been damaged like an Qingyu, he would not need sleep to recover. He meditated on his knees in the house only because he had devoted all his energies to the body of the blazing angel.

when he heard an Qingyu get up, he immediately divided part of his consciousness back.

he wants to communicate with Anqing fish as much as possible. Only in this way can he get more information.

an Qingyu didn't look up at him, but just stared at the chessboard and slowly said, "you want to imitate my chess moves." Unfortunately, only 70% of the images can be imitated. "

"really"

Lin Qi went to the chessboard and sat down, waving all the pieces into the basket. "you're right, after all, I'm not you. No matter how much I imitate, it's just futile." Instead of playing chess with who you think you are, it's easier to fight with a real person. "

an Qingyu said calmly, "We've fought each other many times, haven't we"

"when you played games in the courtyard in Beijing, your mind was blocked. Of course, it was not a real fight." In that game in the hospital, you and I both know what the purpose is, and we can't do the math. In fact, we didn't really play the game. "

an Qingyu glanced at him, hesitated for a moment, and then sat down opposite Lin Qinight.

"I'm busy. This chess game may be the last one."

"Last inning"

Lin Qi Night moved the chess basket with Baizi in front of him. "it's the same for me, too."

"did you take the white boy this time"

"I took the sunspot before because I was the first hand." Now, it doesn't make sense who is the first hand. " Lin Qi Night pinched a white son and gently landed somewhere on the chessboard.

an Qingyu looked at the black chess basket in front of her and nodded slightly. "it's the same."

he picked up a sunspot and fell close to the white spot of Lin Qi Night.

"do you know what I was thinking when I was playing chess here alone yesterday" Lin Qi Night opened his mouth while playing chess.

"what"

"I was thinking that the bodies of both of us are actually in this courtyard and can be seen every day. It's almost like attending a school summer camp." But we can influence the situation of the whole world through our own separate games.

the world is so big that even the highest gods can only be regarded as chess pieces; the world is so small that on this square inch of chessboard, the final outcome can be decided. "

an Qingyu's eyes squinted slightly. He looked up at Lin Qiyue and said leisurely:

"you compare the world to a chessboard, of course." However, if you use the game on the chessboard as the benchmark to determine the outcome, you may never win. "

the hands of Lin Seven Night fell off a meal.

he frowned into an Qingyu's eyes and asked quietly,

"do you mean. What determines the outcome is not on this chessboard "

"the world is small and the chessboard is very small." Some things are bigger than them, and much bigger. " An Qing fish fell, ate the besieged white, and casually threw it on the outside of the chessboard. "Chess is a game between pieces, but the game …" It's just a game. "

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Lin pondered Anqingyu's words for seven nights and was about to continue to drop her seed, but Anqingyu got up and walked out of the courtyard.

"Chess is not over yet. Where are you going" Lin Qinight asked.

"the chess game outside is not finished, and the falling pieces on the chessboard will naturally have no ending."

Anqing Fish returned to the edge of the foggy fence, scratching her fingertips lightly, and the fog immediately dispersed to both sides, leaving a way to leave. "I will continue to fall, but not here."

as the shadow disappeared into the fog, the whole courtyard fell silent again.

Lin sat alone on the chessboard for seven nights, looking at the black and white situation in front of him, lost in thought.

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Mist.

A giant black shadow swept across the sea like lightning on the waves.

Lena stood on Finriel's back, gazing ahead, the wind blowing the corners of her clothes, she seemed to remember something, took a mask out of her arms and put it on, covering her face.

the outline of an island emerged from the fog as the wolf Finriel galloped.

the island is not big, and you can see the complete outline of the coastline as long as you fly up into the sky. In the middle of this dead and bare island, an ancient crater stands towering.

Lena rode Finriel, leaping from the edge of the coast, flying over the crater and rowing straight down.

the darkness kept rising around Lena, and a moment later, a white light emerged from the bottom, and she and Finriel crashed into the white light, and by the time the light faded, they had come to the middle of a desert.

Lena simply identified the direction and then moved on in a certain direction.

this is a small space independent from the outside world, like Asgard and Gao Tianyuan, but much smaller in size.

this desert space used to be the divine kingdom of some myth left in the fog, and then Si Xiaonan found it and brought the aboriginal gods under his command with the hidden gods in a semi-violent and semi-persuasive way, and it also became the stronghold of the hidden gods.

although the area here is small and the environment is relatively bad, it is better than concealment. It is generally difficult to find this place, and it is also in line with the low-key characteristics of the hidden god.

Um--! In the middle of

, Finriel at Lena's feet suddenly stopped.

this demon wolf from the ghost, constantly sniffing the smell in mid-air, a low roar came out of his throat, as if he were facing an enemy.

Lena changed her face, quickly flashed off the wolf's back, patted it on the leg to signal that it was smaller, and moved warily toward the center along the surrounding obstacles.

even Lena can smell the blood in the air. She frowns more and more tightly. As the ruined palace community appears in the distance, the broken remains are scattered everywhere, as if eaten to death by some huge beast.

these corpses are also covered with some kind of dark yellow mucus, giving off a strong stench, and the whole kingdom of God seems to have been foamed, bloated and weird.

Finriel's hair exploded, staring at the mucus that covered the corpses and palaces, his eyes as scarlet as blood.

is the smell of Cesuru gods.

Lena stared at the familiar corpses all over the floor, and a cold chill welled up in the scorching desert.

[hidden god], dead.t, the surging torrent of national luck surged into the sky, like the head of a golden dragon, roaring to the sky!on the head of the golden dragon of this national fortune, a figure dressed in broken...