"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, 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 is a dead end, and put his life and death out of his control early. Mr. Zhou is a member of the 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 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 spirits on the chessboard slowly condensed on the two of them. I don’t know whether it was an illusion. Lan Qinger saw the mist and gradually condensed into two skeletons. The skeleton held a giant sickle, and the sickle mouth was standing on it. Two people around their 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 game 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 to lose 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 the two gradually turn blood red, blood is 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 would not be able to 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 tried such a frustration...

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 a cry of ghosts, which was extremely ear-piercing. The skeleton standing behind Zhou Chengyuan suddenly opened his blood basin and his mouth was very hideous. The giant sickle was wiped from Zhou Chengyuan’s neck.

The moment the knife fell, Lan Qinger 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?

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

After 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 stunned, 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 say, "He won't really hang up, right?"

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

Feng Yumo shook his head: "No, I just lose my mind and I 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 chessboard that was dyed bright red, 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. Neto"

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

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

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

Feng Yumo sighed slightly, raised his head and drank the tea before handing 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, it would 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 mouthfuls, Zhou Chengyuan's face was very pale, cold sweat poured down 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 couldn't help but feel nervous when he saw his footsteps a little vain.

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 outside. One is early autumn and the other is late winter. The temperature difference is large.

Lan Qing'er studied for a while and found that Zhou Mansion was wearing a lot of iron pipes, and 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 and lose."

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 it is like this, His Royal Highness is really a very clever person, Zhou admire and admire it!"

"It's just a little bit of carving and insects. You can't mix it up with food." Feng Yumo joked, "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 looked at each other and smiled, seemingly happy, but faintly smelling 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 did not immediately answer. His sharp eyes looked towards Lan Qing'er, and a ball of flame was burning blazingly 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 your highness's cleverness, 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 the affection of their children, if His Highness has such strength, Zhou is willing to support His Highness on 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 worshipped brothers. Can the boss behind this boss be bigger than the biggest 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 this, Brother Dao thought about it and said something reasonable.

Five million is five million! Anyway, he made more than that by gambling on rocks, as long as it is not ten million, he can accept it, and lose a little.

"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 for a few days. I made five million for nothing, 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 that Brother Dao didn't want and looked at it carefully. Yi Feng also leaned forward, and the two looked at Mo for about three minutes, then looked at each other and made a decision.

"Boss, sell us the leftover rough stone 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, when the time comes, don't be fooled into throwing money.

The boss originally wanted to move the remaining large pieces of rough stones in, and then sell them in two days. When I heard that someone 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 cut the wrong stone, 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, as the saying goes, 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 one hundred thousand, a little reluctant.

Brother Dao almost didn't come up in one breath. He just bought this stone for 10 million. Although it was cut into 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. Who knew he would only pay one hundred thousand yuan when he came up. This is too big.

"One hundred thousand, that won't work, I'm losing out!"

"Loss? You made 5 million on this rough stone just now. Why did you lose?" 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."