"It's okay to watch." Wang Feng said with a cold snort, "No random touches."

"No problem." Fang Rui smiled.

At this time, Wang Feng and Fang Rui sat next to the chessboard. Just when they got together, Wang Feng clearly felt that his blood was not going well, and Fang Rui also clearly felt that Wang Feng’s breathing was a lot worse. .

"Could this chessboard really be so evil?" Wang Feng thought secretly.

On the chessboard, the white and black are intertwined. The white is originally a arrogant and square dragon, magnificent, rising into the sky.

It's just that the sunspot is a chain, which trapped the mad dragon, without the slightest counterattack.

Seeing this beloved Go game, Wang Feng smiled and said, "I gave him a name for this endgame. The name is Kulongqiju. It's really wonderful... ahem... "

Before he finished speaking, Wang Feng coughed violently.

He basically sat on the edge of the chessboard to study as soon as he had time. The resentment on the white chess piece had penetrated into his body. Now he was sitting for a while, a little affected, and he coughed, not only his cheeks were flushed, but his breathing It becomes difficult.

Fang Rui dashed forward and hurriedly pulled Wang Feng away, but Wang Feng accumulated a disease and became ill. Now leaving this chess game, the impact is still serious.

It's just that Wang Feng was reluctant to let go of the chessboard in his eyes. He coughed and asked, "Is there no compromise, leaving this chess game to make my illness better?"

"There is no way, as long as..."

"Grandpa, I think it's lost, it's not lucky to keep it at home," Wang Chu said anxiously.

"Did you let you talk? Let Xiaofang finish!" Wang Feng's attitude quietly changed at this time, but he stood on Fang Rui's side.

Fang Rui said indifferently: "It's actually very simple. Solving this endgame will naturally dissipate the grievances on it."

"But this chess game hasn't been solved for a hundred years, so how easy is it?" Wang Feng sighed.

In the second half of his life, he did not specialize in chess. If he could solve it, would it be delayed until now?

What's more, this game of chess, even the master of chess failed to solve it back then, and ended in regret.

Fang Rui glanced at the chessboard and suddenly said, "Master Wang, do you know why this chess game has not been solved for a hundred years?"

"why?"

"Because this is a dead game!"

"What?" Wang Feng was startled. He glanced at the chessboard again, suddenly his expression stagnated.

Wang Feng has been obsessed with how to solve the chess game, but he didn't expect that the game itself would have no solution.

That Baizi had been trapped to death, and there was no remedy, anyone who wanted to break his head could not be reversed, no wonder no one had solved it in the past century.

"Cough cough cough, chess is like life, this chess game was lost by Baizi, he lost..."

Wang Fengran coughed again and again, and he could see that Baizi had lost. He only felt that a suffocating breath was accumulated in his chest, which was extremely unsmooth, and his face was instantly pale.

"However, this chess is dead, but people are alive. This dead chess is not without a solution." Fang Rui said suddenly.

Since the establishment of the system, Fang Rui's vision has not been limited to one point. In the past, he only thought of his own one mu and two cents of land, but now? Now not only his monthly salary is the money that he would have thought of for a lifetime, but now he actually has the opportunity to talk to the highest-ranking person. Has he ever thought about it? No!

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