I Just Won’t Play by the Book

"Oh?"

Seeing the one that Mo Xia had landed in the abdomen, Jiang Beiran put the white piece that he had just taken out of his hand back into the chess set, and he began to think seriously.

‘Huh...huh...’

Seeing the brother thinking seriously, Mo Xia's breathing became quicker, and his fists were already clenched.

"Moxia."

"Yes!" Mo Xia immediately sat upright and replied.

"You are getting more and more superb, not bad."

The so-called embedding is a move that is inferior in the finalization stage. It seems clumsy, but contains tricks, traps, and seductive tricks.

Jiang Beiran knew that Mo Xia had always wanted to use his mentality of underestimating the enemy to set up traps, but he had said it once.

I thought he would give up this method, but he didn't expect him to use it better.

Hearing this compliment, Mo Xia didn't know whether he was happy or sad for a while.

The happy is naturally praised by the senior, but the sad is that since the senior has praised his inlay, it means that he has seen the situation he laid out.

Up.

‘As expected, brother...I really don’t know how far he can see. ’

"Thirteen of Seventeen, Shao."

Jiang Beiran slapped his son out of his sight with a "slap", covering Mo Xia's son virtual within his sphere of influence, making it impossible to continue to grow angry or escape.

"Amazing!"

Seeing this step, Mo Xia couldn't help but cried out.

"It's you." Jiang Beiran raised his head and said.

"Yes!" Mo Xia quickly looked down at the chessboard.

‘Although the yoke of brother is indeed exquisite, there is still a chance for me. While thinking about it, Mo Xia took out a sunspot and fell down.

"Snapped!"

After more than two dozen rounds of offense and defense, Mo Xia, who was pressed by his seniors, was almost out of breath, but he was pretty sure that his formation was not chaotic. As long as he resisted this round of offensive, his chance was Will appear!

After five more difficult rounds, the opportunity Moxia was waiting for finally arrived!

‘That’s it! ’

Looking at the shining [Jishuo] on the chessboard, Mo Xia almost fell down like a drowning man grabbing the driftwood.

But when Moxia was about to withdraw his hand, he found that the corners of the senior brother's mouth suddenly turned up slowly.

'Oops! ’

Mo Xia, who was shocked out of a cold sweat, immediately understood why the brother laughed.

Because the step just now was the embedment of the senior brother.

"I... I surrendered."

Mo Xia clenched his fists and lowered his head, trying hard to keep the tears from flowing in his eyes.

For more than a year, the brother is still so invulnerable. He has to do his best to complete the hand, but the brother is like a child playing, and the backhand pushes himself away in a better way.

‘It’s too strong... why can brother be so strong. ’"

"It's very good, you really did not live up to my expectations." Looking at Mo Xia who was trembling slightly, Jiang Beiran poured a cup of tea and handed it to him.

Feeling the scent of tea coming to his face, Mo Xia lifted his hand to catch the teacup, and replied with a vibrato: "Much...Thank you brother!"

"More of this kind of unwillingness will make you progress faster, how about, do you want another game?"

"Yes!" Mo Xia replied firmly and forcefully, and at the same time quickly picked up the chessboard with both hands.

‘If this character is used for cultivation, the child’s future is bound to be boundless. ’

It wasn't until the morning that Mo Xia left the brother's cabin in perseverance. What he walked was called one step and three turning around, and found that the brother did not intend to accompany him in the next game before he had to open the door and leave.

Seeing the door closed by Mo Xia, Jiang Beiran couldn't help stretching and yawning.

"It's really scary to be born later"

Mo Xia's chess skills are indeed rising very fast. Even if there is no teacher or opponent, his strength is still growing at an extremely alarming speed, so fast that even Jiang Beiran feels that he can't hold him anymore.

After yawning again, Jiang Beiran found that the night was indeed too exhausting. After all, the mental competition was often more tiring than the physical competition.

After swallowing a chewing gum, Jiang Beiran lay directly on the couch and began to fall asleep.

"Little girl film, you really are not afraid of me!?"

"We are all ghosts, why should I be afraid of you."

"Okay, I'll give you one last chance. If you don't let me, I will eat you!"

"Anyway, I'm already dead, you can still make me die again, no! No! Just no!"

"Hahaha, little girl, I think you haven’t been dead for long. Whoever tells you that if you die, you can’t die again. If I eat you here, you will never have the chance to reincarnate again, knowing that I’m afraid If it's gone, let me go!"

"No, I won't let it, I won't let you hurt my uncle!"

"you!"

...

Listening to the waves of quarrels that were higher than the waves, Jiang Beiran, who was sleeping, slowly opened his eyes, and saw two ghosts, one large and one small, floating in the air.

That large female ghost is a very classic image of a female ghost, fluttering in white clothes, fluttering black hair, a pair of bloodshot eyes and a mouth with two horns torn to the base of the ears.

The female ghost in the trumpet turned her back to Jiang Beiran, unable to see what she looked like.

At this moment, the female ghost noticed that Jiang Beiran was waking up, and she no longer ignored the obstruction of the small female ghost, and immediately came to Jiang Beiran, staring at Jiang Beiran with scarlet eyes and said with a voice that seemed to be lying in Jiuyou.

"I hate it!"

"Hate what?" Jiang Beiran asked, scratching his messy hair.

"I……"

The female ghost was stunned. There were countless scares in her life. She had directly scared people to pass out, and had also caused people to faint. One of the most satisfying times was that the person was scared and did not run away and did not pass out. Instead, he kept kowtow and begged for mercy.

This is her favorite.

And when Jiang Beiran asked her back, she saw it for the first time.

‘Don’t you wake up yet? ’

The female ghost who made the guess controlled her eyes and left a line of blood and tears, and at the same time weirdly twisted her limbs, staring at Jiang Beiran in a terrifying posture with her body facing up and her limbs supporting the ground and shouted again: "I want to curse you!"

After listening to Jiang Beiran's sleepiness disappeared, he sat up and said, "Oh? You still curse, yes, you have some skills, come and come, even though I have done it, I haven't carried the ghost curse."

"you……"

The female ghost is stunned. She has been in the ghost world for decades, and has never seen such a card out of the routine. In normal times, even those cultivators will be frightened by her to pee. How can she be like the one in front of her? So calm.

"Have you cursed it?"

When the female ghost was stunned, Jiang Beiran asked.

Finding that the other party did not seem to be a normal person, the female ghost stopped frightening him, and hurled at Jiang Beiran after making a harsh cry.

"return to."

Just when the female ghost was about to get into Jiang Beiran's body, she suddenly felt a powerful mental force attack, and her phantom-like body was violently twisted, as if she was about to disappear.

"The king is spared, the king is spared!"

The female ghost who felt that she was about to be dissipated again and again told her forgiveness.

At this time, another little girl ghost flew to Jiang Beiran and asked: "Good uncle, are you afraid of ghosts?"

'Ok? How can this kid be so handsome? ’

Looking at the little girl's delicate face, Jiang Beiran asked, "Why is my uncle afraid of ghosts?"

"Everyone is afraid, no one in this world is afraid of ghosts."

"Then you're lucky, I ran into one today."

When talking with one person and one ghost, the female ghost was crawling out quietly, and the man in front of her couldn't help being scared, and she was so powerful that she was not like a person.

"Did you let you go?"

As soon as Jiang Beiran spoke, the female ghost felt another round of spinning, as if someone struck a bell in her head, making her brain tremble.

The female ghost who knew she could not go quickly turned around and kowtowed and said, "The little ones don’t dare, the little ones don’t dare. Your lord, you have a lot of them, so please forgive the little ghost. I promise I will never harass you again. ."

Ignoring the female ghost's begging for mercy, Jiang Beiran looked at the other small female ghost and said: "Come on, tell uncle who you are and why are you here?"

"My name is Qingqing! I am seven years old this year! I came here all the way because I wanted to protect my uncle."

"Then why do you want to protect uncle?"

"I saw everything you did in Lanruo Temple yesterday, Uncle! My brother and I were killed by those big liars, so I was very happy to see that my good uncle made a bad breath for us. "Oh right. , I should thank my uncle. "

After Qingqing finished speaking, he bowed and said, "Thank you, uncle."

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"Oh?"

Seeing the one that Mo Xia had landed in the abdomen, Jiang Beiran put the white piece that he had just taken out of his hand back into the chess set, and he began to think seriously.

‘Huh...huh...’

Seeing the brother thinking seriously, Mo Xia's breathing became quicker, and his fists were already clenched.

"Moxia."

"Yes!" Mo Xia immediately sat upright and replied.

"You are getting more and more superb, not bad."

The so-called embedding is a move that is inferior in the finalization stage. It seems clumsy, but contains tricks, traps, and seductive tricks.

Jiang Beiran knew that Mo Xia had always wanted to use his mentality of underestimating the enemy to set up traps, but he had said it once.

I thought he would give up this method, but he didn't expect him to use it better.

Hearing this compliment, Mo Xia didn't know whether he was happy or sad for a while.

The happy is naturally praised by the senior, but the sad is that since the senior has praised his inlay, it means that he has seen the situation he laid out.

Up.

‘As expected, brother...I really don’t know how far he can see. ’

"Thirteen of Seventeen, Shao."

Jiang Beiran slapped his son out of his sight with a "slap", covering Mo Xia's son virtual within his sphere of influence, making it impossible to continue to grow angry or escape.

"Amazing!"

Seeing this step, Mo Xia couldn't help but cried out.

"It's you." Jiang Beiran raised his head and said.

"Yes!" Mo Xia quickly looked down at the chessboard.

‘Although the yoke of brother is indeed exquisite, there is still a chance for me. While thinking about it, Mo Xia took out a sunspot and fell down.

"Snapped!"

After more than two dozen rounds of offense and defense, Mo Xia, who was pressed by his seniors, was almost out of breath, but he was pretty sure that his formation was not chaotic. As long as he resisted this round of offensive, his chance was Will appear!

After five more difficult rounds, the opportunity Moxia was waiting for finally arrived!

‘That’s it! ’

Looking at the shining [Jishuo] on the chessboard, Mo Xia almost fell down like a drowning man grabbing the driftwood.

But when Moxia was about to withdraw his hand, he found that the corners of the senior brother's mouth suddenly turned up slowly.

'Oops! ’

Mo Xia, who was shocked out of a cold sweat, immediately understood why the brother laughed.

Because the step just now was the embedment of the senior brother.

"I... I surrendered."

Mo Xia clenched his fists and lowered his head, trying hard to keep the tears from flowing in his eyes.

For more than a year, the brother is still so invulnerable. He has to do his best to complete the hand, but the brother is like a child playing, and the backhand pushes himself away in a better way.

‘It’s too strong... why can brother be so strong. ’"

"It's very good, you really did not live up to my expectations." Looking at Mo Xia who was trembling slightly, Jiang Beiran poured a cup of tea and handed it to him.

Feeling the scent of tea coming to his face, Mo Xia lifted his hand to catch the teacup, and replied with a vibrato: "Much...Thank you brother!"

"More of this kind of unwillingness will make you progress faster, how about, do you want another game?"

"Yes!" Mo Xia replied firmly and forcefully, and at the same time quickly picked up the chessboard with both hands.

‘If this character is used for cultivation ~ www.ltnovel.com~ this child might have an unlimited future. ’

It wasn't until the morning that Mo Xia left the brother's cabin in perseverance. What he walked was called one step and three turning around, and found that the brother did not intend to accompany him in the next game before he had to open the door and leave.

Seeing the door closed by Mo Xia, Jiang Beiran couldn't help stretching and yawning.

"It's really scary to be born later"

Mo Xia's chess skills are indeed rising very fast. Even if there is no teacher or opponent, his strength is still growing at an extremely alarming speed, so fast that even Jiang Beiran feels that he can't hold him anymore.

After yawning again, Jiang Beiran found that the night was indeed too exhausting. After all, the mental competition was often more tiring than the physical competition.

After swallowing a chewing gum, Jiang Beiran lay directly on the couch and began to fall asleep.

"Little girl film, you really are not afraid of me!?"

"We are all ghosts, why should I be afraid of you."

"Okay, I'll give you one last chance. If you don't let me, I will eat you!"

"Anyway, I'm already dead, you can still make me die again, no! No! Just no!"

"Hahaha, little girl, I think you haven’t been dead for long. Whoever tells you that if you die, you can’t die again. If I eat you here, you will never have the chance to reincarnate again, knowing that I’m afraid If it's gone, let me go!"

"No, I won't let it, I won't let you hurt my uncle!"

"you!"

...

Listening to the waves of quarrels that were higher than the waves, Jiang Beiran, who was sleeping, slowly opened his eyes, and saw two ghosts, one large and one small, floating in the air.

That large female ghost is a very classic image of a female ghost, fluttering in white clothes, fluttering black hair, a pair of bloodshot eyes and a mouth with two horns torn to the base of the ears.