The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

Feng Feili opened the book and casually flipped through a few pages, but couldn't see clearly what was written in the book.

After a while, when his footsteps were about to cross another bookshelf, he heard a slight sound, which was the sound of books being put back on the bookshelf.

So, he stopped in his tracks, lowered his head and carefully flipped through the books.

The corner of the black robe was raised slightly, and the person in the distance came, and was about to come to the open window, when the light finally fell on her.

Feng Feili was still reading with his head down, he hesitated when he saw the pair of little black boots walking on the ground, about to pass him.

Her steps were still light, steady, and incomparably graceful, as she crossed the desk and the window.

"Student Hanyue, can you play a game of chess with me?" Feng Feili finally moved his eyes away from the book, looking at her small silhouette and asked.

Qiongying stopped, turned her head slightly, raised her phoenix eyes slightly, looked at him, and a smile flashed in her eyes.

Feng Feili was stunned, and clenched the book slightly. At this moment, what she exuded was not the usual cold charm, but a kind of peace, and seemed to be a little happy. And at this moment, she was looking at him... book of.

He lowered his head to look at the book in his hand suspiciously, and when he saw it, he was immediately flustered and held it backwards.

"Aren't you going to play chess with me?" Her tone was a bit of a smile and a joke.

"Uh, yes." Embarrassed and pleasantly surprised at the same time, Feng Feili lost her usual composure and stuffed the book back into the bookshelf at a loss.

The sun was shining brightly, and it landed on the stalemate chessboard. The two sat casually, understanding each other, and did not reshuffle the chess, but continued to play from the deadlock.

After a while, Feng Feili had returned to normal, and she was involved in the chess game. This is a game. She can make Wu Yue fall into a difficult game. The chess skills must be high, and she must have seen this special chess game. He promised to play chess with him, so he has to go all out, and he doesn't want to let her down.

Black pieces fall, white pieces fall, the chessboard is not only black and white, but also old and new. The pieces that are covered with dust are the original pieces on the board, and the shiny pieces are the new pieces.

"The chess piece is helpless, no matter how hard it struggles in the chess game, it can't escape the fate of the chess piece." Feng Feili shook his head and sighed, and after a while, his slender finger tapped and dropped a white piece.

"If the chess piece is not in the chess game, what's the point of it." With a little finger, a black stone fell.

Knowing that she would reply, Feng Feili was surprised for a moment, this was beyond his expectation, he really didn't expect that a little girl like her would think so.

After a while, he hesitated for a while, then dropped a white piece, and replied: "The chess game is a deep pool of fighting, you can't help yourself, you are always cheating, don't you get tired of it?"

Qiong Ying casually played with a chess piece, and lazily said: "Scheming a strategy in the chess game is also a kind of fun. It's not too boring when the weather is calm."

Feng Feili smiled helplessly, it was indeed the case in the chess game, it was too boring, you can play a game; if you are bored, you can leave the game gracefully; if you lose, you can play another game.

But in the chess game of life, no matter how boring you are, you can only continue, no matter how bored you are, you can't leave the game. If you lose, there is never a next game.

What he wanted was to roam the world as he pleases, and when he first saw her indifferent, defiant, cold and aloof, he mistook her for someone who had nothing to do with the troubles of the world.

Just a few words at this moment subverted his previous conjecture. Now, he has just met her for the first time. She is too mysterious and unpredictable. He looks forward to getting to know her better.