A breeze blew by, and the flowers swayed with the breeze. I felt like I was smiling with satisfaction to everyone present.
At this time, a flower leaf flew up from the flower, kept floating, and gradually landed on the crisscrossed chessboard.
The old man lightly dusted the chessboard, and the flowers and leaves gradually fell to the ground with his fingers.
"I didn't expect you didn't even let Xiao Dizi go."
This nonsense made Li Xiaoming feel panicked and a little confused.
The savior just calmly picked up the black chess piece and dropped it on the chessboard.
In an instant, bursts of killing sounds suddenly sounded in his ears.
"The people looking for him are not our people."
The old man took a sip of tea, and the white chess suddenly fell on the chessboard. The sound of swords and guns resounded throughout the room.
In a moment, the old man reached for the chessboard and took the dead chess piece off the chessboard.
"Wang Jin, Li Nan, wasn't Li Xiang invited in by your old man? Why aren't they one of yours anymore?"
The savior frowned when he saw the deathly air on the chessboard, and he didn't know how to move the black chess piece in his hand.
Gradually, he realized that he had lost this game of chess: "I didn't expect that senior can't hide anything from you without leaving home."
Then he looked at the old man in front of him: "Senior, although I lost on the chessboard, I can't beat you in reality."
After hearing these words, the old man knew that he had completely given up. But his eyes were always fixed on the endgame that should have ended: "Why do you think you will win?"
Just as the old man's voice fell, a very loud whistle suddenly sounded.
The savior recognized this voice, and the stone in his heart was relieved, and he looked at the old man with a smile: "That's all!"
At this time, footsteps of different shades came from outside the door, and every step felt lifeless.
The savior heard this voice, picked up a black chess piece, and landed it calmly on the chessboard.
"Senior, it seems you lost this time!"
Suddenly a soldier broke in from outside the door. He saw the savior sitting on the chessboard and immediately reported: "Savior, there are many zombies appearing out of nowhere."
When the Savior heard the soldier's report, not only did he not feel a trace of panic, but he was very calm: "Let them in."
"But……"
Li Xiaoming scolded from the side: "Are you asking the savior to repeat it a second time?"
The soldier was about to leave when he looked up at the old man opposite the savior and frowned slightly.
Then he left in a panic.
At this time, the old man held the white chess piece and looked at the chessboard for a long time, then landed on the chessboard leisurely: "Li Xiaoming, you always thought that Mi Li looked down on you because you were blind. I can tell you that even if you are not blind, she will definitely see it." Not to fuck you."
This sentence immediately hit Li Xiaoming's heart. He looked at the old man angrily: "Old man, if you say another word, I will burn all the flowers you planted."
The old man sighed: "Oh! It seems there is really no hope!"
"alright!"
The savior standing by suddenly spoke: "Senior, you can't change the result even if you do this. Just admit defeat!"
"Not always!"
Just as his voice fell, a roar came from the door: "Fight for the deep blue!"
Then a burst of gunfire pierced the long-lost peace.
The sound of gunfire not only broke the tranquility, but also made the savior's face turn livid: "Senior, you are indeed very skilled! But how could a few soldiers stop my plan?"
The old man's eyes were still looking at the chessboard, and he tapped the edge of the chessboard very hastily: "Since you can't stop it, why don't you play chess quickly?"
The savior found that he had lost his composure this time, but this loss of control also made him feel confused. The black chess piece in his hand somehow fell into the dead air of the chessboard.
The chess piece fell slowly, and his expression suddenly changed: "Why did you end up here?"
The old man remained calm, and the white chess instantly moved to the side, and a large area of black chess became dead chess once again.
"It doesn't look like I'm going to lose!"
Li Xiaoming saw the savior's mentality and immediately said: "Savior, I'm going to see what's going on ahead."
The Savior trusted Li Xiaoming very much. He had been in darkness all year round, but only the Savior brought him light, which no one else could do.
"Go!" The only chess piece in the savior's hand was Li Xiaoming.
Li Xiaoming quickly left here and entered the corridor.
However, unexpectedly, just as Li Xiaoming left, there was another roar from the door:
"Fight for the deep blue!"
When the old man heard the voice, a smile appeared on his lips: "It seems that all your people have turned against you."
This sentence immediately made Li Xiaoming's face turn slightly red, and a mouthful of blood spurted onto the chessboard.
He raised his head slightly and saw that his face had turned a little pale, and there was still a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth.
"Senior, you are indeed superior! But don't think that you are destined to win. Ever since I stepped here, you Deep Blue have already lost!"
However, the old man picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip of tea: "That's not necessarily true! If your dawn is a belief, dark blue is the reality that originally existed. No matter how dark your dawn is, the sky is still blue. .”
"Just like you, you always claim to be the savior, but in fact you just dare not show your shadow to others."
"No matter how the appearance changes, its nature cannot be changed."
These words immediately tore off the last fig leaf of the savior alive. He stood up suddenly: "Old man, you..."
Before he could finish his words, his vision suddenly went dark and he fell back.
The old man took out a crutch from the corner next to him and staggered to miss the savior.
Step by step towards the door.
Before he could walk out of the corridor, a strong fishy smell hit his nostrils. The old man didn't care at all and still walked out the door.
When he reached the door, he saw a terrible scene.
The ground was covered with red blood, and the blood slowly flowed along the roadside into the depths of the garden.
There were several soldiers lying randomly on the ground, with hideous wounds of various sizes on their bodies. Moreover, everyone's expressions were very terrifying, and they looked like they had just died.
It looks like a fierce battle just took place here.
Li Xiaoming was nowhere to be seen.
The old man slowly walked out of the door. The moment he stepped out of the door, a figure slowly fell down in front of him.
Only then did he realize that it was Li Xiaoming in front of him. At this time, Li Xiaoming was covered in blood and there was a hideous wound on his chest.
Sizzling blood.
At this time, he was dying and looked at the old man in front of him: "Mr. Xiang, I'm sorry! I remembered it all!"
The old man patted Li Xiaoming's head dotingly: "Son, a prodigal son can never change his life for money. But you only have one life. How can you atone for your sins if you waste it here?"
A smile appeared on his pale face: "Mr. Xiang, I know I won't live long this time. The most gratifying thing for me is that I can see all the beautiful things when I die."
