Grasping Evil

Chess is the ability to calculate mental arithmetic. .

Ning Fan's mind is not weak, but there are more ancient chess techniques, but in front of the black robe man, it is less than half of the price.

Three dreams, every cockroach, robes will play seven games with him in the middle ages.

No more, no matter what Ning Fan asked, middle-aged men did not answer.

First, in the first six games, Ning Fan and the middle-aged were equally divided, winning three games, but losing in the seventh inning.

The second embarrassment, Ning Fan wins with one heart and wins three games in a row, but in the last four innings, he was defeated by middle-aged people.

Ning Fan brows, this is the third.

He didn't know why he fell into this dream, but he could feel that the middle-aged black robe was not malicious to himself.

Who is this person, why is he trapped in a black starlight, and he will enter the dream of a dream, and he will play against this person!

"What is the black starlight... This person claims that chess is astrology, what is the meaning of this statement?"

Ning Fan brows loose, puts down the pieces, and gets up.

"I, no more!"

"Oh? A little bit of meaning, I have left the heart of the game, but, just like this, I can't see the mystery of this game. Butterfly boy, do you want to escape? When you face the palm of your hand, you can't see you running away. ..."

"You, who is it!"

"Hey is the one who passed on your astrology!"

"Star surgery?" Ning Fan Yi Yi, astrology is an extremely deep healing technique, he naturally knows.

just…

"Just, why should I study!"

"The Star of the Stars, the technique of the Black Star, has the effect of white bones and raw meat, the resurrection of the dead... You really don't learn this technique!"

The middle-aged man has a beard and is indifferent.

"If you learn, sit down! If you don't learn, you can go! It's just that you are so cool, but you are afraid that you will never resurrect!"

"..."

Ning Fan looked deeply at the middle-aged man. The deliberate intention of this person, the strangeness of this dream, this person seems to know himself well.

Is he a demonic, or an illusion? Is it a fictional character in a dream, but a remnant of real existence?

Trying to break the dream away, but still can't leave.

It seems that I don’t want to be satisfied with this middle-aged person, and I want to leave my dreams.

"I will see you, how to teach me astrology!" Ning Fan re-sitting on the stone bench, just this time, pushing the board, but holding the sunspot.

"The scorpion can teach too..."

The black robe nodded in the middle of the year, but did not rush to settle down, but meant to point out.

"Chess is star, and the board is life. Floating illusion, black and white is difficult to distinguish, really difficult to divide, but there is one point, you must be obsessed with black and white words... black and white, meaningless!"

A sleeve, the starlight on the board, a glamorous galaxy.

This chessboard, chess pieces, all have starlight, silver starlight is white, black starlight is sunspot, but with the middle-aged thought, starlight black and white reverse!

"The first, you have not put the victory or defeat into your eyes, and you are going all out to end the defeat!"

"Second, you are winning all your heart, winning three games in a row, but you are in a state of chaos, and you are defeated in four games.

"But you have to know that life is a game of chess. The key to winning or losing is not who wins, but... the last game, who wins! Even if the game wins six games, once the last battle is over, it is still Jiangshan Yi. Lord... This is the chess of life! And the chess of astrology..."

"The sunspot, you can take it, carefully ponder. The eyes are wider, the stars in the sky, there are more than those who shine! The star gate is already open, hey, it’s gone... I don’t have the next game, it’s hard to beat. , regret!"

boom--

The remnant dream collapsed, and this third embarrassment ended without a game.

Ning Fan suddenly opened his eyes, the original twine and the starlight of the whole body, has turned into a black star chess piece, falling in the palm of his hand.

Thinking about it, take another storage bag and take out the jade box that holds the key to the star palace. The key is missing.

"The key disappears and the black starlight condenses into a chess piece... This black piece is the key to acquiring the star of the Emperor! The star of the Emperor is the ability to control the black starlight... the technique of starlight!"

Ning Fan took a shot and the black piece disappeared into the palm of his hand.

Looking at the female body entangled by the stars, among the three scorpions, the decay of the flesh has disappeared as if it were a living person, but there is still no sign of life. All this is because she has no soul relationship.

Under the shadow of the stars, the female corpse skirt swings, and the exquisite quality.

Under the closed scorpion, it seems to have hidden a spring water, pale face, but also a little more blush.

She is standing in the wind, her sly appearance is like dancing in the wind.

She hasn't opened her eyes yet, but she has a temperament that looks forward to life.

In the middle of the original spirit of the gods, the promotion to the late stage... Quenching Zizhi, only enough to let her ascend to the later realm, but with the recovery of the sea, the momentum of the female body, there is still a trend of improvement.

"Know the sea, repair it!"

Ning Fan glanced at him, he knew that the female corpse was afraid to be the last key one - the sea repair!

If you can repair the sea, even if she is the body of the corpse, it can restore the memory of the past!

At this moment, the female body can not be disturbed!

Hey!

Below, in the center of the island, the tight gap of the star door began to tremble and open.

The huge storm swept through the sky, but when it was boasted in front of the female body, it was blocked by Ning Fan.

No! Nothing is allowed, disturbing the coolness of the sea!

Hey!

In the distance, two groups of eagle star beasts are competing for a huge sea animal body.

As the battle approached, the densely-bred eagle beasted unconsciously toward the female body.

" Nearly 30,000 people in the deity...dead!"

Ning Fan did not kill, only a faint sentence, but he was shocked.

Under the threat of indifference, these innocent star beasts immediately appeared in horror and hurried away.

The female corpse knows the sea and is still recovering.

But after a musk, as usual, there are seven or eight hollow holes in the top of the island.

The last time, eight holes were broken, seven were healed, and one was unhealed. They entered the Ziyi Palace.

This time, eight holes were broken, five were healed, three were unhealed, and the three forces entered the Star Palace!

"Oh! I snow swords, I finally entered this place. In addition to the Purple Palace, should be the second to enter the palace?"

"The second? That may not be, the speed of my shadow valley is not slower than your snow sword."

"Hey! What is the point of arguing about these things, and eventually won the stars of the Emperor, it must be my slogan!"

Three major forces, hundreds of infants, 19 gods into this place!

These three are not as good as the Purple Palace, but they are not weak.

The three masters have not yet had time to show a few more words, but they see the sky above, a man and a woman stand alone. The woman's appearance is peerless, and there is a star-shaped cover, which is actually healing the starlight.

The man was gloomy. When he saw three masters, he immediately took a storage bag and held a **** sword. It was like a demon god. He did not hesitate to slap the soul, and the mana was poured into the sword light!

"Get back!"

A sword, **** sky!

Under this Jianguang, the three sects of the baby are tragic deaths, and the 19 gods have not yet stood firm, they will see the **** swords rushing into the sky, and immediately shocked, and they rushed out of the Star Palace!

In the early days of the 11th, even if they fled very fast, they all collapsed in the flesh, leaving only the gods!

In the middle of the 6th, even if there is already preparedness, under this sword, it is also seriously injured and coughing up blood.

In the late three, the repairs have already been shocking, but under this sword, each is not hurt, so it is easy to escape from the Star Palace, and it is already scared.

"Half-step virtual treasure blood sword! This person clearly only the initial cultivation of the gods, but with the spirit of the soul to possess the late magic of the gods! With the late mana holding half-step virtual treasure, it is the peak of the gods must be injured! I can't escape my life, I am lucky!"

"This person guards the star gate... Is he the Lubei who killed the master of the Purple Palace!"

Three masters, already timid.

This star palace is dangerous, far beyond their imagination, the stars of the Emperor, not they can fight!

"Hate! Go!"

The voids heal and the passage disappears.

The three masters were afraid of Ning Fan and left in a hurry. Le is very sad, coming too fast.

Ning Fan received a blood sword, the momentum is like a rainbow.

With his current means, the blood sword is not as strong as it used to be.

There is him, no one can disturb the female body to repair the sea.

As time passes by, Ning Fan guards one side, and the indifferent eyes will only be softer when they look at the female body.

waiting…

Ning Fan is waiting for the female corpse to wake up, and the female corpse is not suffering for 150 million years, only to wait for Ning Fan to become a butterfly.

No regrets, no regrets, I steal the fairy medicine, and for you to abandon the marriage contract.

No regrets, no regrets, I will sleep for a long time, for you to stay in the face.

No regrets, no regrets, I will become a corpse, and pity for you.

It seems that the door is open, and eventually it turns into a glaring sun, and it is shot into the eyes of the woman.

"Some glare... I should have been sleeping in the dark..." The female body was indifferent, like everything in the world, and she could not make her a little happy.

Her gaze, looking at the stars, but disdain, cold as autumn water.

Just when her eyes fell on a man in front of her, she couldn’t calm down.

There is no doubt that the man in front of him has changed his face and changed his face.

There is no doubt that the man in front of him has changed his mind and broken his mind.

But she was still a look, and she recognized the man in front of her eyes, with a black and white gaze, but with a hint of stubbornness and sentimentality.

"You are... Xiaofan!"

I can't describe that kind of mood. After sleeping for 150 million years, I wake up to remember and see the only person I want to see.

There are tears in my eyes, but I can’t bear to fall.

There is a smile in the corner of the mouth, but it is twitching.

Xiaofan is the name of my butterfly...

He is, my butterfly!

"It's me, I haven't seen you for many years, is it okay..."

On the face of Ning Fan, he still took the blood of the murderer, but tried to smile calmly.

Yes, I haven’t seen it for years...

"Xiaofan, I am so happy, so happy...but I am so sleepy..."

The female corpse has a glimpse of her eyebrows, and she is very painful in the sea and dumped in Ning Fan’s arms.

This strain of singular purple sage has repaired some of the sea, but wants to completely repair it, so that the female corpse remembers all the past, but I don't know what year and month to wait.

She needs a rest and needs a long time to recover her memory.

"I want to sleep, don't leave me before I wake up..." In the eyes of the female corpse, a little clear, just rising, began to empty.

This is a kind of self-protection. Before the memory is revived, she still needs to seal the broken memories and give them a chance to recover from the sea.

As the eyes are hollow, the female corpse becomes a constant sorrow.

The name "light?", only the female body with low intelligence, will call Ning Fan.

The female body is asking, why should Ning Fan hold her?

The female body was asking, what happened just now, why is there blood on Ning Fan?

Ning Fan reveals a complex expression, this title, afraid to listen for a long time.

"Stupid girl, go back... rest assured, I will definitely cure you, sure!"

"Well?" The female corpse was squatting and didn't understand.

It’s just faint, and she’s not so resistant to Ning Fan’s embrace.

Even, there is still a look, dependence...

"Light... one... get up... sleep?"

The female corpse issued an invitation.

"Stupid girl, the corpse is not to sleep." Ning Fan can not laugh.

It seems that even if the female corpse is unable to restore her memory for the time being, she will improve her mentality by taking Zizhi.

It's not simple, it will seduce yourself. If you are not eager to enter the temple, you are more than willing to sleep with her.

Last time, still in Ningcheng, still forced to surname, life can not help...

"Thank you, protect me so many times, paper cranes, cool..."

"Hey?" The woman’s corpse was blind, and she said she could not understand. (To be continued.