It would be much easier if Jin Tongtong could familiarly remember which of his fingers and which joints represented which row and which square!
It only took three days for him to coordinate perfectly with Golden Boy.
Although Xuanyuan Hong's chess skills are not among the top three in Tianlin Kingdom.
But the fourth place is definitely him.
As the saying goes, if you move high in chess, you will tie your hands and feet!
If he were to directly face the Grand Master of Song Dynasty who devoted his whole life to chess, he would of course lose.
The problem is...
With the addition of Golden Boy, it's completely different.
Now, as long as Jin Tongtong uses various means to make the Great Imperial Master of Song lose his mind.
Then use force to scare him into fear.
Xuanyuan Hong was confident that he could defeat the great national master of Song Dynasty in one fell swoop, who had never encountered an opponent in the past fifty years since his debut at the age of eleven.
When Xuanyuan Hong was secretly proud, the angry voice of the golden boy over there sounded again.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and clenched his fist hard.
Before Grand Master Song was about to make his move, he leisurely said, "Are you sure you want to go here?"
Although the tone was light, the threat contained in it was strong enough.
Not only that, but there was also a hint of murderous intent.
He raised his eyes and stared at his arms, which were frozen in mid-air.
Because of what she said just now, she hesitated whether it was the Great Imperial Master Song who fell here.
He curled his lips and sneered through gritted teeth: "Does Grand Master Song have a son?"
"Well!"
The Great Imperial Master of Song Dynasty was slightly startled at first.
Never would he have expected that the golden boy would suddenly chat with him about everyday things.
For a moment, I couldn't imagine why the golden boy would ask this question.
He could only nod his head subconsciously, holding the white piece that had not yet fallen, and replied in a low voice: "I have an only son at home!"
"oh?"
Jintongtong's eyes immediately showed a smile, and he nodded slightly.
Then he smiled sweetly: "If I'm not wrong, the tiger father has no son, so Master Ling will definitely inherit your chess skills!"