Need for a Guard

On the high platform, Zeng Tong held Zeng Mingwaliang's forehead high, looked at the high place, waved his folding fan chicly, and let out a triumphant laugh from his twitching mouth.

At this time, Hong Xing's brows were tightly furrowed, her familiar face was flushed red, her eyes were blurred, her pink lips were tightly pressed, and she was holding a chess piece in her hand, but she was vacillating, looking confused.

"Let's go! Lazi..." Zeng Tong finally fixed his eyes on Hong Xing, his brows fluttered, revealing the obedient face of a villain.

Toad!

What a real toad...

Shi Yue finally turned his attention to the layout, which used to be red for red and black for red apricot.

Looking at the great situation where the red chess is aggressive and going straight to the middle of the black chess, a strange smile appeared on the corner of Shi Yue's mouth.

All the talents booed, and the crowd was crowded.

His eyes were fixed on the arrangement, and the excitement was revealed on his eyes.

They are all considered masters, and they have also studied this arrangement for some days, and they have their own insights and mysteries in their chests.

When Zeng Tong stepped out of the unimaginable step just now, the talented scholars who had been troubled by the predicament for a long time suddenly saw a unique scene.

After a little calculation, these talents can also infer that after Zeng Tong made this move, the situation will become infinitely brighter. Although the talents can't figure out exactly what will happen after this move, but after rough deliberation, Zeng Tong already had an overwhelming advantage.

Those old guys on the second floor couldn't sit still anymore, their buttocks seemed to grow hemorrhoids, and they were sitting on pins and needles, slapping the fence constantly, their wrinkled old faces were hideous and twisted, and their drooping eyelids couldn't help trembling.

"Is Zeng Tong going to win?" Zhu Chao was the first to make a disappointed voice.

Chen Sifan was nervous, rubbing the palms of his hands: "Probably...maybe, that's basically what it means..."

Zhu Chao slapped the fence hard, and said angrily: "Zeng Tong's character is not good, but he is really talented. Damn, this time he really slapped our old faces hard."

The old man Geng stroked his gray beard, with a depressed expression on his face: "I'm about to win this bet, why do I feel uncomfortable? How much I hope that this guy Zeng Tong will get out of here."

The dozen or so old birds began to complain, chirping.

Bai Mochou got angry and strode to catch up.

Pointing at their noses, he cursed: "You bastards, do you have any depth? Haven't you heard a word?"

"Which sentence?" All the old birds were at a loss.

Bai Mochou sat gracefully on the chair, crossed her legs, took a sip of snow lotus tea, and calmly said, "If you don't calm down, your eggs will hurt!"

All the veterans looked at each other when they heard the words, and then, their eyes widened, they spat at Bai Mochou in unison: "I'm bah..."

"Damn it, spit on me? I'll beat you to death..."

Zeng Tong was very excited!

This is a wonderful chess game that he thought of all day and night. This is the seventh move of 230, which is the most critical move, the one that decides the outcome.

As long as this move is made, the situation will suddenly become clear, just like the sun shines after the rain, and the sky is full of rays of light!

In Zeng Tong's view, after this move, "Thousands of Miles Alone" has broken away from the rigid and profound layout, and has transformed into a very flexible situation that depends on individual skills.

And Hong Xing, a woman with long hair and short knowledge, how could she defeat herself in a complex and changeable situation?

That's an impossible joke.

Therefore, Zeng Tong thought that he had won, that fame and fortune were close at hand, and that soft jade and fragrance threw himself into his arms, and the corners of his mouth and eyes smiled again, his soul was smiling!

The red apricot's mature eyes are still filled with a soft and tender resentment, and the small pale hands hold the chess pieces for a long time.

Suddenly, she smiled softly, and said to Zeng Tong: "My lord is a great talent, do you need to...consider it carefully?"

consider?

I have won, so what a fart!

Zeng Tong snorted: "A gentleman has a cloud, but a son has no regrets. How can you change it randomly? Hong Xing'er, it's your turn to play chess. Why do you always procrastinate? Haha... Is it you Jiao Didi? Is your little lady at the end of her rope?"

A sly look flashed between Hong Xing's eyebrows, but the look disappeared in a flash.

"Since Mr. Zeng is so persistent, Hong Xing is going to play chess."

Her winking eyes flowed, and she quietly caught Shi Yue's clear eyes in the crowd. With a familiar smile, she twisted her delicate body, turned around, and dropped a suicide piece on the chessboard.

call!

All the scholars were in an uproar...

What the hell is going on here?Could it be that Hong Xing gave up on herself?

Zeng Tong laughed loudly, chose the best move and walked out, mockingly said: "A woman is a woman, once she gets out of the stereotyped situation, she is short-sighted."

The old birds on the second floor were also very anxious.

Zhu Chao knocked the tea away from Bai Mochou's hand, pointed at his nose and cursed: "It's your turn to mess up the situation, you old rascal, why don't you stay calm! I really thought that bitch Hong Xing'er grew up If you look good, can you turn the tide?"

Holding the whip, Bai Mochou stood up and glanced at Shi Yue.

Seeing that he was still standing still, he sat down again, drank tea, and said slowly: "You must convince people with virtue, and you can't act recklessly even if you are a hooligan..."

"Bah!" All the old birds said in unison, another meal of contempt.

The self-confident Zeng Tong and the gentle and charming Hong Xing'er quickly played chess again.

This time, Hong Xing moved very quickly without any hesitation, but the chess moves she made looked like suicide, which made people sigh.

"Can this woman know how to play chess?" The talented scholars were very disappointed, and there were already quarrels in the field.

A dozen rounds passed.

Zeng Tong moves chess: "Rook six into six."

Then he laughed loudly at the talented scholars: "Everyone, this is a deadly move. I won, I won... Haha... That's how I won..."

Ma Wuchang and the other younger brothers began to applaud and applaud.

All the talents also whispered to each other, admiring Zeng Tong's talent and learning.

The old man on the second floor couldn't bear to look any further, and just complained to Bai Mochou: "Calm down, this time it hurts, right? Bah... what a gentleman you are, you deserve it!"

Bai Mochou scratched her scalp, touched the thing under her body secretly, looked at Shi Yue, and said to herself: "This time it really hurts..."

Hong Xing waved her hand gracefully, motioning everyone to be quiet, and then smiled narrowly at Zeng Tong: "Mr. Zeng, who said you won?"

Zeng Tong blushed excitedly and said, "Why didn't I win? No matter how you go, you won't be able to escape my death..."

Just as he was distinguishing, he saw Hong Xing stepping out swiftly like the wind, "Ma Liu retreats four!"

Zeng Tong was stunned when he looked at it, his cheeks, which were still rosy and painful just now, suddenly had a layer of dark clouds, it was ugly to death!

All the talents looked at the chessboard in surprise when they saw Zeng Tong's stature stopping abruptly.

call……

Kill and kill!

What a wonderful trick.

All the talents applauded thunderously, whistles, cheers, and cheers came and went one after another.

The old birds on the second floor also changed from being angry to elated in an instant. A lot of old bones jumped up and down, so funny!

Bai Mochou suppressed the excitement in her heart, held the tea in her trembling hands, frowned at the carnival old fellows and said, "I told you all, if you don't calm down, it will hurt your ass."

thump!

As soon as Bai Mochou finished speaking, Zhu Chao, who was jumping high, fell to the ground with a plop.

I sprained my ankle...

[Author's digression]: Killing and killing: It means that in a move of chess, when you untie your own killing chess, you kill the opponent again!