"Huh?" Zhou Chengyuan came back to his senses, smiled, picked up the knife and stroked his wrist. The blood ran down the groove and was gradually absorbed into the chessboard. He threw the knife aside: "His Royal Highness, this But it's the third game. Zhou Mou explained in advance that if anyone loses in this game, then all the consequences are... at your own risk. +++ Popular Tanmei novel: lightnovelpub.neto"

"Yu knows it, Mr. Zhou don't have to worry about it. Yu's fate, he put his life and death out of control early, Mr. Zhou is the people of all people, so you have to take care of it." Feng Yumo said coldly.

Although the anger didn't show up on his face, Lan Qing'er could feel the anger in Feng Yumo's heart, and was a little surprised. Why was he so angry that he was always gentle?

A strange light flashed in Zhou Chengyuan's eyes, and he smiled coldly: "That's for sure! Zhou has a lot of life to enjoy!"

The words fell, and there was a clear bang, and there was already a black stone on the chessboard.

In the third game, both of them played chess very fast. Feng Yumo had a pair of cold eyes, but he didn't even look at it when playing chess, as if he regarded Zhou Chengyuan's chess as transparent.

The spirit on the chessboard slowly condensed on the two of them. I don’t know if it was an illusion. Lan Qinger saw the mist and gradually condensed into two skeletons. The skeleton held a giant sickle. The two men's necks.

Mechanism!

Lan Qing'er secretly said something bad, knowing that if anyone loses in this round, the scythe in the skeleton's hand will definitely strike that person's neck mercilessly...

No...no!

Although Feng Yumo's current chess strategy is obviously better than Zhou Chengyuan's, but the world is ever-changing, and it is impossible to predict who will die before the last moment!

She can't afford to lose, really can't afford to lose, she can't afford him!

No matter what the outcome of this round is, she can't afford to lose Feng Yumo! Can't afford to lose her husband!

Thinking of this, she rushed forward, trying to stop this life-and-death chess game. A wall suddenly appeared in front of her, blocking her way. The transparent wall was very strong, and no matter how she beat it, she couldn’t damage it. slightest!

Watching the skeletons behind them gradually turn blood red, blood constantly pouring down from the top of their heads, blood dripping on the ground, red...

Suddenly, the surroundings seemed to darken, only the two in front of them were playing against each other. The winner was born, and the loser died!

Lan Qing'er clasped her hands tightly. This time, she knew she couldn't break through this strange circle. She could only watch and watch the scythe put on her husband's neck! She was powerless!

Her heart hurts. She has been a person for twenty-five years and has never been frustrated like this...

She stood there quietly. At this moment, it was useless to yell out of grief and anger. It was better to settle down. Feng Yumo didn't know the situation, she couldn't let him be distracted. Net o

Yes, she should trust her husband and believe that he will win!

What she has to do now is to stand behind him, support him silently, and accompany him quietly.

Whether the result is success or failure.

She will be by his side.

As time passed by, Feng Yumo was very indifferent. Suddenly, the deep eyes flicked sharply, his slender fingers tucked the white pieces, and placed them on the chessboard. With his eyes raised, he looked straight at Zhou Chengyuan. , The light in those eyes seemed to penetrate Zhou Chengyuan's body...

"Mr. Zhou, let's take it."

As soon as he said this, the world suddenly screamed with a cry of ghosts, which was extremely ear-piercing. The skeleton standing behind Zhou Chengyuan suddenly opened his blood basin, his face was very hideous, and the giant sickle was wiped from Zhou Chengyuan’s neck.

The moment the knife fell, Lan Qing'er only felt that the sky and the earth went dark in an instant!

When Lan Qing'er opened his eyes, the scenery in front of him had already recovered, and Zhou Chengyuan's eyes were empty, and the whole person stayed on the seat.

Lan Qing'er was shocked, won't Chengyuan just hang up this week, right?

Feng Yumo let out a long sigh of relief and closed his eyes, his face paled again, and a little bit of cold sweat oozes from his forehead.

After quickly pouring a cup of hot tea, Lan Qing'er held the tea and handed it to Feng Yumo: "Come on, open your mouth."

Feng Yumo was taken aback, then smiled lightly, opened his mouth, and the warm tea slipped into his throat, and his body gradually warmed up.

Gently wiped away the cold sweat from his face. Looking at Zhou Chengyuan who was still frozen on the spot, Lan Qing'er couldn't help but said, "He won't really hang up, right?"

I don't know if the two of them have seen the situation just now.

Feng Yumo shook his head: "No, it's just that if you lose your mind, you will recover later."

"Lost mind?" Lan Qing'er was puzzled: "Yu, just now... did you see the two skeletons behind you just now?"

A look of surprise flashed in Feng Yu's ink eyes, and it took a long time to come back: "Qing'er... can you see?"

Lan Qing'er blinked and nodded: "I see it."

Feng Yumo frowned slightly, looked at the bright red chessboard, and thought a little: "This chessboard was made by a strange man in ancient times. There are magic tricks on the chessboard, and those skeletons are where the magic is located. Neto"

"So," Lan Qing'er pointed at Zhou Chengyuan: "Is he really okay? I've stayed for a long time."

"Mr. Zhou is okay. He should be able to recover soon. Let's wait for a while."

"Oh," Lan Qing'er replied, and then asked as if thinking of something: "If the knife hit you just now? Doesn't it hurt much?"

Feng Yumo shrank slightly, raised his head and drank the tea, and handed it to Lan Qing'er, "Qing'er, can you help her husband make another cup?"

Lan Qing'er felt sad, and Feng Yumo deliberately diverged the topic. As such, if the knife was slashed on Feng Yumo's body, it must be more ugly!

There was a touch of fear in her heart, and she couldn't help but patted her chest. Thinking of the situation just now, she was very scared.

After half an hour, Zhou Chengyuan finally collapsed on the chair with a slight reaction.

Panting with big mouths, Zhou Chengyuan's face was very pale, cold sweat poured down from his forehead, looking very embarrassed.

"Qing'er, let's go out." Feng Yumo stood up as he said, Lan Qing'er hurriedly supported him, and saw his footsteps a little vain, and he couldn't help but squeeze.

When the two walked outside the door, Feng Yumo said to the servant who was guarding the door: "Go in and see your master."

As soon as he said this, the servant's face changed drastically, and he rushed into the room.

The heating facilities in Zhoufu are very good. The warmth inside the mansion is much higher than that outside. One is early autumn and the other is late winter. There is a big temperature difference.

Lan Qing'er studied for a while and found that Zhou Mansion was wearing a lot of iron pipes, and the heat was coming out of the iron pipes.

After a while, Zhou Chengyuan came back and changed his clothes to a new one. Zhou Chengyuan gave Lan Qing'er a meaningful look, and then sat down on the chair of the hall.

"Today's battle with His Royal Highness has benefited Zhou a lot. His Royal Highness's chess art is rare in the world, and Zhou is willing to bet."

Feng Yumo smiled faintly: "Don't dare to be."

"I don't know who is the master of chess?"

Feng Yumo smiled even more and shook his hand: "Speaking of this, Yu is very ashamed, Mr. Zhou, I don't know how to answer this question."

"Oh?" Zhou Chengyuan raised his eyebrows, and then asked as if thinking of something: "Could it be... Your Royal Highness can learn by himself without a teacher?"

"Exactly."

"!" Zhou Chengyuan smiled slightly, and said again: "It turns out that, like this, His Royal Highness is really an extremely clever person. Zhou admire and admire it!"

"It's just a small skill for carving insects. You can't mix it with food." Feng Yumo quipped, "Mr. Zhou paid for the face and gave Yu a chance to learn from Mr. Zhou. Few people in the world can enjoy this honor."

Zhou Chengyuan laughed and pressed his hand: "His Royal Highness is really right, Zhou doesn't bother to take care of ordinary people!"

The two smiled at each other, seemingly happy, but faintly with the smell of gunpowder, Feng Yumo lightly decorated with fragrant tea, put down the tea cup and said, "I wonder what Mr. Zhou's requirements for the third pass?"

Zhou Chengyuan raised his eyebrows and didn't answer immediately. His sharp eyes looked at Lan Qing'er, and a group of flames was burning in the depths of his eyes, like a goshawk looking down on the earth, looking for prey.

"His Royal Highness," Zhou Chengyuan said slowly: "The first level, Zhou depends on your martial arts, the second level, Zhou depends on your plans, the third level," said Zhou Chengyuan.

After a pause: "Then the third level, Zhou did not say, with the cleverness of your Highness, you should be able to guess it."

Feng Yumo was silent, but after a while, his face suddenly changed!

"Hahaha!" Zhou Chengyuan laughed: "It seems that His Royal Highness knows what a certain is thinking."

"Yu doesn't know." Feng Yumo said coldly, "Yu doesn't want to know, Qing'er, let's go back."

Zhou Chengyuan said in a condensed voice: "His Royal Highness, those who want to achieve great things, should put aside their children's personal affection, if His Highness has such strength, Zhou is willing to support His Highness ascend to the throne."

When Brother Dao heard that he was only willing to retreat halfway, he was so annoyed that he wanted to beat him, but the younger brother behind him stepped forward and whispered in his ear: "Boss, there is someone in his game."

"There are also people in Laozi's bureau. Can his person be bigger than mine?" Brother Dao and the chief of the police station are worshipping brothers. Can the boss behind this boss be bigger than the biggest one in the police station?

"The key is that the one in his game is ours. If this is accidentally injured, there is no way to explain it later."

The little brother is careful, and after a while, he made a clear investigation of the owner of the store. After listening to it, Brother Dao thought about it, and he said something reasonable.

Five million is five million! Anyway, he had made more than that by betting on rocks, as long as it was not ten million, he could accept it, and lose a little bit.

"Then you go back to me five million, even if I am unlucky today."

The rough stone was only cut into a small piece, and maybe it could continue to be sold after a few days. I made five million in vain, which is not a loss. The boss readily agreed and happily gave Brother Dao a refund.

Yi Long picked up the small piece of rough stone that Brother Dao didn't want and looked at it carefully. Yi Feng also leaned forward. The two looked at Mo for about three minutes, looked at each other, and made a decision.

"Boss, sell us the leftover rough stones from Brother Dao. If we can't drive anything, we will go home and pave the way."

paving? Brother Dao got angry again when he heard it! Originally, he had lost five million for no reason, but now the stone he returned was going to be bought by the little dolls to pave the way home, how could he swallow this nasty breath!

Brother Dao was about to impulsively step forward, Yifeng grabbed him. According to his violent temper, don't be fooled into throwing money on impulse when the time comes.

The boss originally wanted to move the remaining large pieces of rough stones in and sell them after two days. When I heard that someone still wanted to buy the leftover stone, they eagerly went up to hold Yi Long’s little hand, "I think you are young, but you are very discerning. I dare not say anything else about this stone. It is used to pave the way. It must be good!"

"In that case, you are cheaper."

Yi Feng pushed the boat along, trying to keep the price down. She and her brother had seen this rough stone just now. If they read it correctly, there should be a large piece of imperial green in it. It’s just that Brother Dao made a wrong cut just now, so she thought it was a waste stone, so she and her brother bought it cheaply. Then I cut it here, I'm so angry with this brother.

The boss is not a good stubborn, he just said that there is no business and no evil, he just smiled badly, and did not make a clear offer, "How much are you willing to pay?"

"One hundred thousand."

Yi Long pretended to think for a while, and then reluctantly reported a number, as if he had shouted more than 100,000, a little reluctant.

Brother Dao almost didn't come up in one breath. He just bought this stone for 10 million. Although he cut a small piece, the stone has to be sold for 5 million! If he only sells one hundred thousand, he is not making a big loss.

The boss thought Yi Long would pay one or two million yuan. Who knew he would only pay one hundred thousand yuan when he came up. This is too big to come and go.

"One hundred thousand, that won't work, I have lost a lot of money!"

"Loss? You made 5 million on this rough stone just now, what's the loss?" Yi Feng sighed when he saw the boss, shook his head, and couldn't help but frustrated him. The boss's heart was really black.

She glanced at Brother Dao, Brother Dao's expression was as uncomfortable as eating shit, "Brother Dao, counter-offer strategy, you forgive me."

"Bah!" Brother Dao spit out on the ground, this little baby must be deliberate.

"That one hundred thousand dollars is too little, you can add more."