Fantasy game evolution

So, five minutes later...

"Check—" said the signature line of the magic team, Ling Yan looked at his opponent twitchingly, and put down his car: "I won."

In the case of being double general, she moved the king one space away, but in the end he was overtaken by his car.

I have to admit—he Lingyan is very weak, but...Ke Leite is even weaker!

But think about it carefully, there are no professional players in this world. Even Keim’s players only play two games just to kill time, such as Colette and Lafilia. In the case of someone who can be trusted to play a few games and there is no one to play chess together... If she has a better chess skill than Ling Yan, then Ling Yan can die.

He Lingyan now finally knows how Keim feels!Obviously he is not strong, but the opponent who originally thought it should be good is actually a chicken who is weaker than you!

This feeling-it hurts... After all, there is no reward for winning, right?

then--

"That's Checkmate." With a finally liberated expression, Ling Yan sighed, and said while rejoicing that his luck seemed to be good, "So, can you let me go next?"

"Hmm--" However, the saint closed her lips tightly and set the chessboard again, as if she would not let Ling Yan go without winning.

"You really hate to fail." Faced with this situation, Ling Yan didn't know how to complain: "Although it is me who is tortured."

"If you have the skill to move your mouth, please hurry up and reposition the pieces."

"It's also very embarrassing to be so awkward by you." Facing her childlike stubbornness, Ling Yan pulled his face and said, "How old are you."

"I'm not awkward!" Facing Ling Yan's words, she resolutely denied.

"Let's look in the mirror, anyone can tell that you are unhappy with your current expression, and it's still very childish."

"I was like this." Without any surprise, she still made a very childish response.

This point is understandable. After all, if it is not about faith, she is just a child of age.

"Then, let's start the next game." She said again after placing the pieces.

"As you wish--" Ling Yan sighed.

So, she lost two sets again...

"You should have had enough, right?" Ling Yan asked helplessly, facing the saint who was silenced by the dying again, "Let's talk, what's the matter?"

"What are you talking about?"

"No matter how you look at it, right from the beginning you had an expression that you wanted to say something?" Putting the chess pieces back into the chess box, Ling Yan said helplessly, "So, what do you want to say?"

"—" After a long silence, the saint finally asked a question that made Ling Yan feel very uncomfortable: "Can you please take Rafite away?"

"What did that stupid angel tell you?" Facing this kind of question that was completely beyond the plot flow, Ling Yan's tone changed a little: "What do you think of doing this suddenly?"

However, the saint shook her head, showing a somewhat confused expression: "It's just some intuition of mine..."

"I always feel that something will happen next, so I want to leave the church with Rafi."

"--" Ling Yan scratched his head when facing Collet's words: "You really cooperate, you are worthy of being the sisters who have lived together until now."

"You mean—" The moment the saint heard this, the saint knew what it meant.

"Although your premonition is right, your thoughts are too extreme." Ling Yan immediately changed the subject and looked at the chess pieces on her side that had not been recovered: "It is normal to play a little trick to win. If you connect this If you can’t accept it, then you think that taking Rafi away might help her?"

"Does that make me lie?!" Facing Ling Yan's question, Colette's tone began to become excited: "Did it make me betray my faith!?"

"How is it possible?" Ling Yan sighed in the face of Colette's unexpected reaction: "On the contrary, I really hope you can tell the truth directly."

"That's impossible!" Corlett rebuffed: "I know what you are thinking! But doing that would be too cruel for people who believe in me!"

"——Then you can only wait for the enemy to play chess first~" Ling Yan shrugged his shoulders when facing Corrett: "After all, I said, you just wait like this, it is impossible to save The angel who comes out to save you, isn't it?"

"It may be great to give up the purpose for the means, but this greatness is not suitable for your identity and this world."

"--" Finally, Colette bit her lip, seeming to be struggling, and finally said helplessly: "Please let me think about it for a while?"

"It's up to you." Facing her reaction, Ling Yan's tone remained unchanged: "Even if I really can't stop those things from happening, I still have the ability to keep you two."

Well, the picture function is out-I will try it~

Incidentally, because of neurasthenia, I choose to have one watch today-and then pay it back slowly~

No one has read the trash book anyway (turning his head)

Ask for collection and ticket~

Chapter 93 ZUN You definitely drank too much again!

In the end, because of Ling Yan's words, the saint was not prepared to continue to want to play chess. After all, Ling Yan's words were too [extreme] for her.

Of course, in Ling Yan's view, she was the one who was really extreme--especially from the perspective of God who knew the plot, Kolet's pure gratitude was nothing but fate, not the sick angel.

——So, this kind of plot is really troublesome.

Lying on her guest bed-the bed in the guest room, Ling Yan sighed: "The ruling father, you can't give it a little bit now, just [rebel] in advance, and then let me have a reason to kill you directly.

Complaining about the inability of a certain first villain, Ling Yan found that the difficulty of his promotion task was not purely in terms of force, but the so-called resourcefulness!

Almost if you don't have a role like Himiho, who is like a wise man, then if you come alone, it is estimated that once the prison plot is over, there will be no other way except to destroy the city's politics.

But just because of the existence of Himihu and the strength of force that can kill humans in seconds, what I have to face now is a stubborn idiot woman who can't move at all...

Although just like her own saying: she is a doll without faith, she has nothing but faith.

But your beliefs are using you now, and you still insist on this kind of stupid thing if you don't pay the salary when you run out of it-Ling Yan can't understand it, or just don't bother to understand it.

He just wanted to know now after Keim followed his brother into the upper class, where did the ruling father go, and how far he plans to play [under one person]...

You know, Ling Yan is not afraid of him, but he is afraid that they will keep holding on to the emperor.

After all, as long as the emperor hadn't realized the fact that she was a puppet for a moment, then if Ling Yan moved casually, all his previous plans would fall short.

——Although there is actually no plan.

"I'm back!" Just when Ling Yan was about to close his eyes and squint, the little animal's happy voice sounded.

"How's the visit to the Great Temple?" Ling Yan asked, still lying on the bed like a savage on the top of the mountain, closing his eyes.

"It's really interesting!" The little animal happily described everything he saw today: "In the studio in the room of the Great Church, there is glass processing inside!"

"Stained glass, don't be so excited, right?" There was no doubt like Keim in the original plot. Facing the stained glass, which is necessary even for some churches in the countryside, Ling Yan did not produce any The emotions of novelty and doubt are enough.

"Huh!? Does Mr. Ling Yan know this!?"