Super God Gene

“Such beautiful pictures, I have a lot of them, you let me go, I'll give you ten, no, a hundred.” Hanson was a little depressed to see that he was only worth this painting.

“What do you know? This is the sky map drawn by the Imperial Emperor himself. The painting is the love of the Shadow Emperor's life, but unfortunately he has never been able to get it. Finally, the Shadow Emperor opened his eyes to the person he loved to fly through the door, and entered the genetic temple. On the day when there was no meeting in his heart, he couldn't help but draw this sky map from grief. ”

After a pause, the Thief continued: “This picture contains a reflection of the Shadow Emperor and his contemporaries at the time. Is the painting comparable? The world will never find a second painting like this... It's a good painting...”

Stolen Saints don't even look at Hansen, admiring the sky and sighing.

“The Imperial people traded this painting for my life?” Hansonton guessed a few points.

“As long as you wait here, Ben Saint will not make it difficult for you to move freely here. If you are not honest, you will be imprisoned.” Nor did the theft lock Hansen up, confident that Hansen could not escape from his sight.

“Who are you?” Hanson asked.

“Have you ever heard of the Great Bandit?” Saint De Jan said.

“The Great Bandits have heard of it, not the Holy One.” Hansen didn't mean to excite him, but he really didn't hear it. After all, Hansen doesn't know much about the big universe. He seems to be a saint, and nobody mentioned it to him. He certainly doesn't know.

“It doesn't matter if you don't know, just stay here honestly.” When the Holy Pilgrimage is finished, he ignores Hanson and takes care of his own admiration of the sky.

Hanson asked a few more questions, but the theft completely ignored him and was completely intoxicated by the sky map.

Hanson also looked around for a while, and found that on the nine nights there, he could see a palace like a temple, very similar to his genetic temple.

Hanson would very much like to ask who the woman in this picture really is, who is capable of killing into the genetic temple, and who is necessarily a Gestapo.

It was just stealing and ignoring him completely, just obsessed with looking at the painting, the saliva was about to flow down.

Bite two bites of fruit, the entrance is sweet, and a warm stream spreads over itself. It's not a taste, but for Hanson's present body, such fruit is not very useful.

“This self-proclaimed holy, weird old man is able to enter and exit the air garden freely, I'm afraid the level is very high, I can't make it out of my body any more, I'm afraid it's unrealistic to try to escape by brutal force.” Hanson turned his eyes and said to the thief, “Is it okay if I go around in the valley? ”

When the old man ignored him, Hanson walked out on his own, trying to figure out what was going on here first.

The valley is small, with the exception of a few cabins, surrounded by strange flowers, strange grass, flying animals, to a good hiding place.

Soon after, Hanson came to the mouth of the valley, looked outside, but it was another scene, only Huang Sha Mantian, it was a big desert outside, and the valley was like two worlds.

Without walking out of the valley, Hanson turned back and walked into the valley.

When Hanson walked behind those cabins, he saw some patterns painted on the mountain walls, which all looked like chess, an unfinished piece of debris.

“It looks a lot like chess, but there are only nineteen times nineteen wires, and there are many times more wires here, but from a black and white perspective and tactics, it does look a lot like chess.” Hanson had studied chess before when he practiced game art. He could not speak of specialization, but he was also weak in chess.

After a while, you can probably determine that the rules of this chess should be similar to those of a chess game, and that the painting there is indeed an unfinished legacy.

“Is this theft a chess maniac, so that he can see it every day by engraving the remnants on a stone wall?” Hanson watched for a while, and as you can probably see, white chess dominated the remnants of the game, which should look like a must win, while black chess was a stalemate and seemed to have lost.

Hansen actually likes to play chess, but now he is not in the mood to study this. He continues along the mountain wall towards the valley. Soon Hansen finds that every other distance on the mountain wall, there is an instant residue. When Hansen walks to the innermost part of the valley, he finds a total of 17 residues.

And every last game is different, with some boards coming to an end, and some boards just beginning.

Previously, Hanson thought that these chess boards were brilliant chess boards for the study of theft, but a lot of them were simple chess boards that seemed to have no value engraved on the mountain wall.

“Is it true that theft is actually a piece of chess basket, which is why such a simple chess game is engraved on the mountain wall?” Hanson thinks it's unlikely.

The spiritual strength of the Divine Powerful should be simple to learn chess. Even if there is no talent anymore, even such a simple chess game will not understand, and it will be engraved on the mountain wall to look at each other every day.

Apart from these residues, Hansen saw no more interesting things in the valley, and the whole valley was almost pure natural, with little trace of artificial engraving, except for the cabin Hansen didn't dare go in.

By the time Hanson returned to the cabin again, the burglar had closed the canopy and was lying in the sun on a hiding chair, looking comfortable.

“So what... theft... what do you mean you carved those chess games on the mountain wall?” Hanson knocked on the side, hoping to find a way to persuade the Saints to steal.

The Imperial Clan can be considered hateful to him. If it falls into the hands of the Imperial Clan, there is nothing to be done.

Stealing snorted coldly: "If I knew what those boards meant, I wouldn't stay in this place where the birds don't take shit. ”

“What do you mean? Weren't those chess games engraved on the mountainside?” Hanson watched with surprise the theft.

“I'm not that bored. It was engraved by an old man who said that if he could break the secrets in the game, he could find the treasure he left behind. I've seen it for decades and I don't see any secrets.” Stolen saints say casually.

Hanson's heart moved and looked at the thief and asked: “If I can help you crack the secret in the game, will you let me go? ”

“Don't waste your time. I've been the number one chess king in the big universe for decades, and I haven't seen any secrets. I'm sure that old man is lying to me.” Aware that he had missed his mouth, the Holy Spirit hurried to shut up.

Previously, Hanson only thought it was an ordinary chess game, but he didn't take a closer look at it. Now that he heard the saint say so, he thought it might be an opportunity, and walked back to take a closer look at the chess games.

Though it may not be possible to crack the secrets of the chess board, this is the only thing Hanson can do right now, and if he really understands the secrets in the chess board, he may still have a chance to negotiate with the scapegoat.

Hanson studied every diagram carefully, and when he first looked at it, he didn't find anything special, it was just 17 residues.