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"How about it?"

"What else can I do? It's just a guess because there is insufficient evidence. Just like I can't figure out where you, the bishop, are going to put it."

"Are you really unclear? I'm a beginner."

"Although I'm a beginner, the chess moves are completely unstructured, and there's a bit of freedom that only a drunk can have."

"Huh... Well, you're not drunk, but how many drinks have you had? You don't drink even a little bit on weekdays, but in your dreams you just get drunk?"

"No matter how many glasses there are, when you don't want to get drunk, you will never get drunk." Looking at the black and white chessboard, holding a queen in his hand and swinging it casually, the young man sitting casually sighed and put it down. Chess piece, "Let's forget this game."

Opposite him, the woman whose posture was so casual that she was half-lying raised the corners of her mouth when she heard this: "Is this considered an admission of defeat?"

"You really dare to say that when you look at this chessboard," the young man, who was dumbfounded by this ridiculous statement, looked at the chessboard that could restore the classic king's rook castling with just a few more steps, and he shook it off with ease. Waving his hand, "Forget it."

Even if this kind of situation happens in a new game, it would be meaningless.

This also made the opponent shake his head and pick up the wine gourd in his hand: "It's so boring, such a half-baked chess game."

"Your way of playing chess makes me even more speechless..." The young man who was criticized in this way rubbed his forehead as if it was hard for him. A wisp of white among the black swayed between his hands, like a crescent moon. Her broken hair also rippled in the suddenly strong wind.

High-rise buildings, pavilions and pavilions.

Two buildings that should be incompatible merge into one here, almost standing like clouds. Omo has only seen similar scenery in the game, because the real construction laws are strict enough.

Beyond 220 meters, it is completely the domain of aerostats and some sublime beings. Beyond [-] meters, it is exclusive to small aircraft and some special flying creatures, and beyond that... it is the domain of passenger aircraft.

And for safety, the biological flight induction device must be fully operational.

Otherwise, if those little elves in the sky are allowed to wander in randomly, the accident rate of floating vehicles will increase by dozens of percentages.

Of course, this is all reality. Since we are in a dream now, there is no need to think of a logical reason for the scenery itself. After all, after all... it is quite outrageous that they can still play chess in such high winds.

"You don't like to exchange pieces in chess, and you blindly protect the "pawn" to the point where the king is almost cut off. Hasn't Dr. Rorschach played this chess game with you? "

"I can't remember the last time I did it."

"Is it that long ago?"

"Stay in dreams long enough, and many things will seem long gone."

"That's true."

Without having to speak for long enough, Omo nodded in understanding and turned to look at the swimming dragon and giant bird flying not far away.

The bottom is full of iron shells, and the top is full of mysterious large creatures. Although there are occasional scenes like this in the Realm Gate area, if you don't see them enough, it will be novel.

So he picked up his wine cup and drank, but couldn't take his eyes off it.

Dark red eyes accommodate the vast sky that is always ignored while walking on the ground.

But suddenly I heard the person on the other side say:
"And how can you stand to say anything about me? Even as a beginner, I can see that you've gone too far in squeezing the "after", right? "

So he turned around and said: "There is no limit on the direction or the number of moving grids. Such an ace is the one who can do more work. You should remember this. In a game like chess, the queen is an extremely important one." the power of."

"Well... forget it, whether it's chess or just chess." The blue-haired dragon girl waved her hands, her bored look most obvious.

"Indeed, with your unwillingness to part with soldiers, Go is probably the only game suitable for you."

"But I'm a little tired of watching Go again." Ling stood up a little, picked up the full wine cup and smacked his lips, and then picked up the gourd and stretched it out towards Omo.

Seeing this, Omer also picked up the wine cups and connected them, looking at her wine gourd that never seemed to be empty, thinking about the ancient and outdated concepts of Ibuki and other things.

"What about Ludo?"

The full wine cups collided with each other, and both of them raised their heads and drank the wine in one gulp.

He had already realized that Ling's wine was like a race-specific energy drink to him.

The more he drank, the more comfortable the wine became. Not even a hint of drunkenness rose. Instead, the dark red in his eyes became more intense, and the darkness in it was calm and peaceful.

But from time to time, the shadow of the devil appeared in front of his face.

Showing unprecedented activity of magic.

So when he came back to his senses, he was already drinking heavily.

But Ling didn't have much comment on this.As if he was already used to this scene, he didn't bother to mention it and just continued the topic: "I'm a little interested, but why is it always chess? Don't learn from the second brother Enagua."

"That's not true. In fact, I'm not very interested in board and card games, of course," Omo shook his head, "except for monster cards."

"Pfft... these words are really nostalgic."

"I won't ask you how many times this is the first time I've said this. Is it also involved in Rhode Island?"

He turned his head to look at the weak point in the clouds, overlooking the city's tiny appearance like a special photography stage, and easily felt the desire to join in it.

This was not his dream, but it probably wasn't Ling's dream either.

Although he was in a dream, he was still a top student who had learned the basics of source energy very well. The spiritual knowledge of source energy in high school had already explained the basic construction of dreams.

How to judge the intrusion in a dream, how to judge the mixing of dreams, how to judge the original owner of a dream - only the judgment is taught, and the operation after the judgment is a compulsory course in university psychiatry.

Then it will be classified into advanced or elective categories depending on the specific situation.

Although he skipped the university stage, he still had enough knowledge to make him convinced that only the pavilion on the tall building could represent Ling, and the only person who could represent him was himself.

He was dragged here by orders. Before that, he had been busy during the day, and his body was in a juvenile state waiting to rest. He should have fallen into a more peaceful and deep sleep, with no room for dreams.

"Although not, there are some changes in the 'trial' system of Rhine Life mentioned before. You can see that for details..."

The blue-haired dragon girl raised her hand and pointed to the city on the other side, and the young man looked along her finger and was stunned: "Godzilla, Gamera...Rechio?"

Large lizards and turtles, with large skeleton bugs on the edges.

"In the department that set up the system, there was a little girl named Joyce Moore, who was responsible for all material management. During the day, the little girl Ifrit dragged her to look at too many materials, and she had such a dream at night."

"Material? It doesn't sound like you have to face the original version."

"It's really not necessary, but it's probably about the same. They said they didn't respond when they contacted you, so they specifically bothered me to inform you."

"I did rest early today." Omo said delicately.

"After all, I have to race against time."

"Life is as fulfilling as ever, Omer."

"Stop talking sarcastically, I find that I can't stand still. Am I going to be woken up?"

"What, couldn't it be that he drank too much?" Ling said with a chuckle.

"It doesn't look like it," Omer stood up slowly, letting his footing begin to shake, with a calm expression, "Sure enough, it is right to race against time."

"Yes," he said, too lazy to refill the wine cup, and directly picked up the gourd and took a sip. He was as steady as a rock, looking at Omer who was leaning along with the rocks under his feet, "Do you want a refill later?"

She was answered by a calm swing of an arm.

"No, I guess I won't be able to get back to sleep." Omer, who was completely unbalanced and fell from the building, replied.

At the same time, Omo, who was sleeping on the bed, opened his eyes, looked at the three men surrounding the bed, then looked at the computer with the screen still on, and sighed:

"When I wake up, there are two Ultra Warriors and a super agent standing next to the bed. In which movie version of BOSS is this treatment?"

"Aren't you sleeping?"

Xiao Lu: "Omosan, I'm sorry, but, but we seem to have found a clue about my father!"

"Keep your voice down, there's someone sleeping across the door."

"Oh, sorry."

He was so talkative that he was embarrassed to tell him that the sound insulation of the office had been enhanced.

Sero: "Omer! Can you still sleep after hearing this kind of news!"

"I'm only 19 years old. Young people fall asleep." Omo yawned and slowly got up and put on his clothes.

Justice: "Mr. Linton! We need you to save the world!"

"What are you talking about? Can his language module be repaired?"

Mr. Linton, who had not had enough sleep, was not very friendly.