Chapter 1228

Ning Xuemo is surprised. When he looks back, no one is there. He is confused. Turning around, he finds that God Jiuli is sitting opposite her. He looks at her lightly: "it's your turn."

Ning Xuemo: "..."

When did he come? Why didn't you realize it? It's easy to frighten people when they are haunted

The God nine Li looked at her one eye, slightly frowned: "the chess game is like the battlefield, can't be distracted."

Ning Xuemo calmed down and turned his attention back to the game. Looked, then twists a white son to fall in somewhere.

The crisp sound of the chess pieces falling on the board continued for a long time. Ning Xuemo is engrossed in playing chess, and finally loses by several sons.

Looking up at Shen Jiuli, I found that his expression towards her was finally softened. It seemed that she had something to recommend for her apprentice. At least, she played a good chess game and could play against him for such a long time.

Ning Xuemo is trying to say something. God Jiuli said lightly: "in the three games. If you win my game, I don't care about your book destruction. " With a wave of sleeves, the chess pieces on both sides turn around, and Ning Xuemo takes the lead of the black ones.

So they met again.

This game took a long time. Ning Xuemo tried his best and finally lost by a son.

Ning Xuemo rubs his brow and heart, and the last chance.

At the beginning of the third game, Ning Xuemo put out 200% of his spirit to fight, but Shen Jiuli opened and closed the game in a big way, and Ning Xuemo felt overwhelmed.

The black man is losing in the pursuit of the white man. He is going to be completely blocked

Shen Jiuli looks up at her. She is forced to retreat by him. She frowns and thinks. Her heart is slightly shaking.

Back to God, the eyes light moved, finally twist the black son in a wrong place.

Ning Xuemo is being forced to gasp for breath. When she is about to lose, she suddenly has a chance. So she tries to seize this opportunity to fight back against the white man.

In the end, Ning Xuemo won by one son.

The chess field is like a battlefield. A soft heart is a complete defeat.

Nine Li God quietly watching their own defeat of the white son speechless.

Ning Xuemo finally showed a smile: "Shifu, accept, the apprentice won!"

God Jiuli looks at Ning Xuemo's happy smile, and the last bit of discomfort in his heart disappears. It doesn't matter what her son is. Maybe he doesn't want to punish her any more from his heart

He finally showed a faint smile and stood up to pat her on the head: "come back tomorrow."

Still coming?

Ning Xuemo feels that his head has grown in a circle. In these three rounds, his brain cells have died countless. How about all of them die again

Forget it. It's time to practice chess. Ning Xue Mo nods, raises Mou way: "that I went back first."

Shenjiuli suddenly reaches for her pulse. She subconsciously wants to withdraw, but she doesn't. Finally, compromise to let him hold his hand.

Half ring, God nine Li let go of her hand, lightly looked at her one eye: "medicine to drink?"

Ning Xuemo: "..."

No.

Seeing her blank expression for a moment, Shen Jiuli knew the answer, and her face sank slightly: "go back and drink the medicine. Come back tomorrow. "

So one bowl after another?

Ning Xuemo frowned and nodded at last: "OK." Looking up at God Jiuli and seeing that he had no orders, he turned away.