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Chapter 247 This is Another Suicide Chess!

Chapter 247 This is Another Suicide Chess!
Ye Xuanji was annoyed: "Takeaway is food sold outside. Alright, don't get distracted, and concentrate on playing your chess!"

"It's a novel way to call it. It's the first time I've heard of it. Is this also a way of saying in your hometown?"

Mo Qingcheng seemed to be curious and asked questions endlessly.

He picked up a sunspot and wanted to put it down.

Ye Xuanji gasped, this is another suicide game!
She coughed heavily.

Mo Qingcheng was also very good, and immediately realized that something was wrong, and retracted with his fingers between the sunspots.

Probably the chess piece was too cold, he missed it, and the white piece fell down again.

So desperate to fall into the eyes of his own chess.

As a result, more than a dozen Baizi were tragically declared dead...

Ye Xuanji was dumbfounded, she almost couldn't speak while shaking her fingers.

Mo Qingcheng smiled apologetically with an innocent face, "My hand slipped."

slippery?Swipe a p!

It doesn't matter if his hands are slippery, it almost made her little heart pop out!
Her eyes darted back and forth on the chessboard desperately.

I only hope that this time Mo Qingcheng made some mistakes on purpose, and he can turn defeat into victory in the end.

But after watching it for a long time, he really couldn't see that Baizi had any chance to turn defeat into victory.

He took a breath and looked at Mo Qingcheng: "Do you have any other wonderful ideas? Think about it quickly."

Mo Qingcheng looked down at the chessboard, shook his head, and sighed: "There is no way to recover, this game, I lost!"

Ye Xuanji almost didn't mention it in one breath, and looked at the chess game again unwillingly.

Sure enough, the white chess has become a straggler, and it is difficult to become a climate.

"Forget it, lose if you lose, anyway, you just made 70 taels of silver, just return it to him."

Ye Xuanji could only comfort him like this.

"It's not 70 taels..."

Mo Qingcheng replied slowly.

"Isn't it 70 taels? Then it's 50 taels like the first game? It's okay, it's okay. That's how you made 20 taels..."


(End of this chapter)

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