The chess pieces quickly turned into ashes, and one of the sparks passed by Tristan Xuan's hand. Tristan Xuan didn't bother to hide, but in order to avoid him, the spark jumped in an unnatural arc in a posture that ignored the gravity of the earth.
There seemed to be the aura of Chi Yuan in the embers.
It is not the Chiyuan of today. It smells a little stale, the smell that filled the continent a long, long time ago when a war had just ended, mixed with lingering rust and blood, like a rough and cruel little stone tablet that has been preserved.
The Chiyuan demon energy in the chess piece had been exhausted, and when it was smashed by the tears of the nemesis Suzaku, it exploded into a cluster of small fireworks and ceased to exist.
Tristan Xuan was stunned for a while, then suddenly realized something and held Sebastian Sheng's neck tremblingly.
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