Seeing a small pavilion hidden in the trees in front of her, she thought of resting in the pavilion and waiting for Lan Xiu.

The flowers are spreading along the way and the willows are looking at the pavilion.

It is said to be a small pavilion, but it is actually not small. There are three houses in the human room, with green jade eaves, divided into octagonals, and there is a white gauze floating in the breeze. Through the white gauze, two people sitting opposite each other in the pavilion...

Outside the pavilion is a rockery with green bamboo beside the rockery, and the scenery is stunning.

It turned out that there was already someone here, so she still didn't go in and disturb her.

Luo Qingyu sighed inwardly and wanted to turn around. Suddenly, someone in the pavilion chuckled softly, "Shi Yin, you won again. Can't you let me go?"

The voice was crisp and charming, but Luo Qingyu's body suddenly froze, slowly turned around and looked into the pavilion.

I heard a 'click' sound in the pavilion, like a jade chessboard, and a voice said lightly: "The chess are like a battlefield, so naturally I cannot give in. Yan Chi, your chess skills need to be improved a little more."

The sound is like a clear spring, clear and cold, and the gurgling flows through the air.

Luo Qingyu's legs suddenly became a little weak!

It seemed like a big stone was pressed on my chest, but a heart was jumping under the stone, as if it was about to jump out of my throat!

After a year, she finally heard his voice again!

Every day, she thought about his voice so crazy, and now she finally heard it!

But she would rather hear his voice at this moment... she would rather hear it wrongly!

He was imprisoned in the twenty-eighth heavens and lived like a year, and was crazy about him. But he had the leisure to play chess with Yan Chi here!

Yan Chi's performance in the stone formation at the critical moment of life and death still makes him unable to recognize Yan Chi's true face?!

Luo Qingyu felt a breath choking in his throat, unable to get up or down.

She used her eyes to look inside the pavilion. When a gust of wind passed, she lifted up the white veil floating on the pavilion, revealing the two people playing chess in the pavilion.

A man's white robe was as snow as snow, with three thousand black hairs scattered, and his handsome facial features could take away the light of the sun and the moon. He sat there, holding a white piece in his hand. His cold and dusty temperament made the world seem to have lost its color, and it was Indra.

The woman sitting opposite him was wearing a lilac dress, tall, beautiful face, elegant and elegant, with an ancient bun tied with a jasper hairpin and a slanted jade hairpin, which was Yan Chi.

A ceiling floated into the hall along the curtain and landed on the shoulders of Di Shiyin's clothes. Yan Chi stretched out his finger and gently flicked it for him, and the petals fell quietly...

Luo Qingyu felt that his heart also fell with the petals, falling into the bottomless abyss—

Di Shiyin raised his eyebrows slightly and moved his body slightly, as if he wanted to avoid it, but finally he couldn't sit up again, allowing her to brush the fallen flowers on her clothes...

The picture is warm, but it is extremely dazzling when it falls in Luo Qingyu's eyes.

She stood there blankly, as if she had fallen straight from heaven and fell into the boundless hell. She wanted to speak, but something seemed to be blocked in her throat and could not speak for a moment.
Chapter completed!