"Master, No. 99 is a student of Yunhai College, Han Yueqingjun, the young master of Jinli Guojie Jinlou, fourteen years old. He entered Yunhai College two years ago. He had a follower named Jiangxue and four maids.
He is extremely talented, has a fourth-level cultivation level, and is majoring in fire control techniques. He is extremely beautiful. As for his personality, everyone is different. It is unknown which family they come from and which family members they have."
Hearing this, Helian Jiuge stretched his sword eyebrows and his black eyes tightly locked the bamboo curtains in the distant pavilion. It turned out to be hers, so he would have a chance.
Chess room.
The boy pushed the door open and his purple clothes slightly raised. His body was slender but not weak, slender and graceful. His slow pace leaked his tension. His long and narrow eyes quietly explored the room like deer's eyes.
"Sister." He was still standing at the door and called out softly.
"Qingjun, come and sit." Qiongying said lightly, her phoenix eyes raised slightly, and a faint smile appeared. She was not surprised at all.
Qingjun smiled, and listening to her gentle voice, he relaxed in an instant, his narrow eyes bent, reflecting a soft light like spring, enchanting but innocent.
"Sister, do you blame me for coming here privately?" Qingjun sat opposite her, saying as if regretful and aggrieved.
"Aren't you here to play chess with me?" Qiongying said lightly.
Qingjun's eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he looked a little annoyed. He couldn't see whether she was happy or angry, or maybe she was neither happy nor angry.
"No, I just want to come to see you." He said truthfully in annoyance.
"Miss me?" Qiongying smiled.
"Yes, I miss you, sister." Qingjun looked at her and smiled. In two years, she had grown taller, and when he grew up, he was still far from comparable to her.
"So, will this game continue?"
"This..., but I can't play chess at all." Qingjun said in great annoyance.
"Everyone in the square is waiting. Qingjun, you are in a difficult situation now, what should I do?" Qiongying said pretending to be worried.
"This, why don't I just admit defeat." Qingjun said weakly with a bitter face.
"Hmm? Give up? This is not good." Qiongying said in a deep voice.
"But, but I really don't know how to do it. Why don't you teach me now, sister." He said with a little spoiled look on his face.
"That's good." Qiongying nodded.
"That's great, thank you sister." Qingjun smiled with his lips curled, and the smile in his eyes became deeper.
In the square, everyone had been waiting for a long time. When they saw the first chess piece falling, they couldn't help but feel excited.
The previous game was so exciting, what kind of surprises would this game bring to people?
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Two quarters of an hour later, on the pavilion.
"Is this a chess game?" Wu Yue wiped his eyes. He was right? The chess game was messy and the moves were all messy.
"It's almost dusk, when will this game end?" Jing Hao frowned.
"Xiao Qiongying is not in a hurry. Why are you in a hurry? I guess she is having fun now." Wu Yue said coldly.
Everyone in the square was stunned, and then made a huge discussion. Some sighed, some shouted, some were angry, and they had the urge to smash eggs on the chessboard.
"What the hell is going on? Is it a game?"
"What's this mess?"
"It's clearly teasing us audiences."
At this time, it was getting late, and those who couldn't stand it dispersed. Those who participated continued to participate, and those who played soy sauce continued to play soy sauce.
The square has become lively again, and the chess game has been ignored.