The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

"You are very noisy." Qiong Yingxiu frowned, and dropped a black spot.

"Then I won't talk much, or speak briefly, student Hanyue, who is there in your family?" Wu Yue asked while playing chess. He remembered that her registration form was very short, which was indeed in line with student Hanyue's dislike of talking. personality.

"Wu Yue, you can talk, but please don't mention my name." Qiong Ying rubbed her forehead, perhaps, she shouldn't use her real name, trouble.

But here, Jing Hao looked aggrieved. He knew that he couldn't win against Feng Feili, but he worked extremely hard, following the step-by-step instructions his elder brother taught him, moving around slowly, neither in a hurry nor in a hurry, and with a calm mind.

Feng Feili had the feeling of wanting to run away, seeing the ever-changing expression of the Dongfang child, he was very helpless, how did he offend the Dongfang family?

The Dongfang kid is still young, and has achieved some success in chess, but it is still far behind Feng Feili.

Feng Feili didn't want to hit the Dongfang kid, so he gave way quietly on purpose, because the Dongfang kid was still a child, and it would be disgraceful for him to win; secondly, this was a class, not about winning or losing; A child playing psychological warfare, he is ashamed.

After about half an hour, Feng Feili deliberately set up a difficulty so that he could rest for a while.

Sure enough, the two small eyebrows of the oriental child were tangled up, racking his brains and thinking hard, but he still couldn't make a decision.

Here, Wu Yue has already shut up, he is racking his brains like a child in the East, he thinks his chess skills are not bad, why he was forced to a dead end in only half an hour, he has already guessed Student Hanyue's chess skills are not low, but it's not so low!

Qiongying casually played with a sunspot, feeling a little better, and finally sealed Wu Yue's mouth.

After another quarter of an hour, Wu Yue was still staring at the chessboard and thinking hard, but Qiong Ying had already left at some point.

And here, Feng Feili had seen Qiongying go upstairs for a while, so he also left silently.

At the scene, only Jing Hao and Wu Yue were left thinking hard about the chessboard.

Upstairs is the library, with rows of bookshelves full of books, all of which are relatively old books, and the new books are all in the library of Lance College.

The windows were closed tightly, and it became darker as you went indoors. There was a strong smell of books in the air, and there was also an old and yellowish smell.

The door is a bit heavy and makes a slight, clunky click when it opens.

Qiong Ying was behind the last bookshelf, through the rows of bookshelves, heard the sound of the door opening, she jumped lightly, and put the book back on the bookshelf.

The person outside the door came in, he opened the window, the sunlight came in, the wind blew in, and he could see the dust raised in the air.

There was an unfinished game of chess on the table in front of the window, and there was some dust on the chess pieces. Obviously, this undecided game of chess had been left unused for an unknown amount of time. Upon closer inspection, the black and white pieces were evenly matched, and the outcome was hard to tell. is a deadlock.

Feng Feili heard the sound of flipping books from behind the bookshelf, looked from a distance, and saw the black robe corner.

Above the chess room are Zangshu Pavilion and Qingtu Studio. He guessed that she is not a person who loves painting, so she must have come to Zangshu Pavilion. Sure enough, he was right.

Feng Feili picked up a book at random, and crossed a bookshelf softly with his footsteps. Through the dark environment, he saw a small half-black figure. It was so dark that he couldn't see clearly, so his footsteps hesitated.