Playing chess?

Ah Man frowned.

This Lingbao was about to recognize his master before he could see it. How could he have time to wait for Gu Han to play a chess game?

"Dare to ask, brother."

Gongsun Po's eyes were slightly cold and he said, "How long will this game of chess take?"

"It depends on how long I can live!"

Before Gu Han could speak, Luo Youran hurriedly said, "My aunt is not sick or in trouble. She is in good health and will live for a hundred and eighty years, easily!"

"Gu Han!"

As he said that, he looked at Gu Han again, smiled brightly, and said, "You can get off slowly in a while! Don't be in a hurry, you can go on for ten or eight years in one step, my queen... Ahem, so do I.

It’s worth the wait!”

Brush it!

Gongsun Po's face instantly darkened.

"Are you kidding us?"

"Just saw it?"

Gu Han smiled and said, "It seems that your hidden tribe's brains are not that useful."

"Senior Gu."

Ah Man said quietly, "It seems that you are not going to hand over this man and the Lingbao to me?"

"I said it."

Gu Han said seriously, "You call it, and if it agrees, I will give it to you."

"Brother Gu!"

Seeing what Aman wanted to say, Gongsun Po frowned and said, "No time!"

now.

The purple aura in the silence is no longer as strong as before, and the appearance of the chessboard is becoming clearer. There are nineteen vertical and horizontal lines, which seem to contain all things. The color is gray and simple, the Tao is natural, and the spirituality is self-generated. The nineteen lines are vertical and horizontal.

It seems to hide the mystery of all things.

"Ahem..."

At this time, a weak coughing sound suddenly came from the cabin.

Immediately afterwards.
Chapter completed!