The sky was slightly overcast the next day, and the breeze was a little chilly. I was afraid that Tristan would get bored from being bored in the room all day long, so I stayed with him in the culvert to get some fresh air. The little maids were well-behaved, Luoyue held a chess set, and I, the Immortal Lord, played chess with Mu Ruoyan on the stone table.
Two games and three games were boring.
The so-called fun of playing chess is to compete with the person on the opposite side for the gain or loss of one or two pieces, three or two points. You were happy and I was angry, you were elated and I was sneering. At that time, I was scratching my head and scratching my head, while I was sweating and hesitated. This is what I wanted to have fun.
But Mu Ruoyan played chess with an expressionless face. You eat a piece of him, but his writing style remains unchanged; he eats a piece of me, but his writing style remains unchanged. After winning and losing, I was very depressed.
When I was in Heaven, I had played several games with Tristan Xingjun, but it was not like this now. You forced him to death, and he frowned slightly and pondered for a while; when I entered the urn, , although he is not happy, his eyes are slightly lower than his eyebrows, but he still has a bit of a smile. Although not much, there is always some joy and anger. In this comparison, Mu Ruoyan, who looks like a wood carving, is slightly different from Tristan back then.
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