The reborn cute wife is a ghost

Chapter 273 Killing (3)
This old man living alone with a murderous look.

The more Qiao Guan thought about it, the more he felt uneasy. When Fu Tianlang put him down, he dragged him away.

"It's getting dark, and there is Sanjiang Village ahead. There is no hotel for you to stay in. If you don't mind, you can spend the night with me today, and leave early tomorrow morning?" Old man Lu turned his head slowly. There was a big swollen lump on his ankle, and even though he was unable to move, he still wanted to get up and pour them a cup of tea.

"Okay." Fu Tianlang responded, took the empty pot in his hand, and went into the kitchen to boil water familiarly.

Qiao Wan was stunned for a moment, she didn't expect him to agree so readily, although the old man treated her kindly all the way, but she didn't really dare to rest assured, so she chased into the kitchen three steps at a time, lowered her voice and muttered .

"Let's go, if you can't find a hotel, you can spend the night in the car"

Fu Tianlang bent over to light the fire: "Why?"

Qiao Wan thought for a while, and his voice became softer: "He doesn't look like a good person."

He paused, then turned to look at her: "how to say?"

Qiao Wan touched his nose and lost his breath.

I can't tell him that the old man has a dark heart, no, a dark soul, and it's a mess of lumps, and he can tell at a glance that he has done a lot of harm...

For dinner in the evening, it was Qiao Wan who fried the dishes. Old man Lu’s house had little meat and not many ingredients to use, so Qiao Wan cooked the elder sister’s bacon and simply fried vegetables, but it was as simple as that It was a home-cooked dish, but the old man ate it so much that his mouth was full of oil, and he almost added to the plate.

Noticing Qiao Wan's bright eyes, the old man scratched his bald head: "Young girl is good at crafting. If this young man marries you in the future, I will be blessed."

Fu Tianlang nodded silently, Qiao Guan bit her chopsticks and remained silent, now she also noticed some clues, Fu Tianlang seemed to have some respect for this old man?

After the two of them had enough to eat and drink, Qiao Wan packed up the dishes and went to the kitchen. When she finished her work, she saw an old man and a young man playing chess as soon as she entered the living room.

Facing the old chess player in front of him, Fu Tianlang lowered his brows and lowered his eyes, making moves silently.

Qiao Guan was not interested in playing chess at first, but she didn't dare to run around, so she grabbed a fried rice cake and watched, sometimes took a bite by herself, and sometimes broke off a small half and brought it to his lips, and he opened his mouth to eat it. His piercing eyes never left the chessboard.

It is said that chess quality is like character, and that to play a good game of chess, what is important is the layout, and different people have different chess styles. Obviously, Fu Tianlang met a master this time.

The old man intends to try him, and the game he set up for him is extremely dangerous. The chess piece is a calamity within a calamity, and there seems to be a way out of the calamity, but after taking another look, he finds that it is actually a dead end, and so on, People who are slightly weaker in concentration will get dizzy, and finally get dizzy and make a wrong move. If they make a wrong move, there is no possibility of a comeback.

With a sound of "da", Fu Tianlang dropped a son without hesitation.

The old man raised his eyes in surprise: "Boy, you are committing suicide."

Fu Tianlang remained calm and only made a gesture of invitation.

The old man raised his eyebrows, and continued to play white pieces, but the more he played, the more he felt that this game was originally a dead end, no matter how it ended, it would be a dead end, but this young man killed his own black piece for no reason, and when it seemed that the entire army was about to be wiped out. , the situation suddenly became clear again!
There was a little admiration in the old man's eyes, and then he dropped another piece. In the quiet room for a while, only the "da da" sound of the chess pieces falling on the board remained.

The wind blew through the window, and the two played this game of chess for an unknown amount of time, until the bright moon hung high outside the house, and it finally came to an end.

The old man sighed softly: "Wonderful! Look at your young age, you actually know this kind of chess moves."

He "tsk tsk" in admiration twice. He usually has no hobbies. He just studies chess records in his spare time. Today, he set up this game on purpose. It was by no means accidental, he must have broken his game after careful consideration!

This decisive young man may have more control over the overall situation than many old men in high positions, and the calmness on him is far from the tolerance he can have at his age.

"No, I'm not good at chess. It's my master who taught me well." He was packing the chess pieces aside, then glanced down at Qiao Wan who had fallen asleep on his lap, and his dark eyes became more gentle.

The old man was taken aback: "Who is your master?"

Fu Tianlang didn't make a sound, just glanced at him thoughtfully, then picked up Qiao Wan, turned and went to the guest room.

(End of this chapter)