Chapter 2400: The chess player, it's me! (under)

A drop of cold sweat gradually appeared on the pope's forehead, and he finally felt Chen Fan's sinister intentions. This is step by step, personally digging a big hole for him, just watching him jump in.
Now, the pope must answer, otherwise he would be weak in front of Chen Fan, and it would be harmless to him.
Just such a difficult question, how should he answer?
After thinking about it and pondering for a long time, facing the three narrow passages that Chen Fan only left, the pope still didn't know how to choose.
In the end, weighing the pros and cons, he chose to be honest.
"No!"
This indicates that all the behaviors of Tiandijiao against Chen Fan can basically be concluded based on his identity.
Looking at a deeper level, Chen Fan believes that Tiandijiao is likely to know his own life experience as a traverser, and it is because of this that he is very concerned about him.
After all, if only as the son of Shenzong, Chen Fan does not think that the Church of Heavenly Emperor has carefully arranged such a big game of chess, which has gone through hundreds of years of layout.
Moreover, according to Zhang Daoling's words before, the Tiandijiao Zangjing Pavilion actually recorded many of the roads he was going to take and the choices he made before he came to this world.
Obviously, it was the result of rigorous deduction by a dedicated person.
Therefore, this made Chen Fan even more certain that his life experience in this life, as well as his inadvertent journey back then, might really hide a big secret that was earth-shattering!
Looking at Chen Fan with a clear and relaxed expression, the Pope's heart is almost mixed.
He admitted that he underestimated the enemy.
Even the record of Chen Fan and the humanity revealed by all the choices he has made all the way over the years are telling Chen Fan's extraordinary.
But the pope still underestimated the enemy.
He never thought that there should be such a person in this world, who could unknowingly dig a big hole that he could not even find.
You can also force yourself to jump in directly.
From this point of view alone, if there is no element of identity or status, the pope actually appreciates Chen Fan somewhat.
It turned out that the Pope believed that Chen Fan can have today's achievements, everything is doomed.
But now it seems that some people, even if the sky is destined, may be because they cannot reach the height of Chen Fan.
"Thank you, the Pope, for solving my doubts. There are still many things waiting for Chen to deal with in the Chen Dynasty. I will leave now."
After getting the answer he wanted, Chen Fan got up and left.
He didn't even care about winning or losing the previous game.
To be honest, the Pope called Chen Fan to come today, just to try it out and observe again what kind of character Chen Fan is.
But what the Pope didn't expect was that he had always mentioned in his Tiandijiao intelligence that Chen Fan was very important to winning or losing, so this time he lost in the game. Didn't he leave anything in his heart?
"Emperor Chen..." Zhang stopped Chen Fan. The pope couldn't help but wondered, and asked: "Do you have anything to say about this game?"
After hearing this, Chen Fan pondered for a moment, as if he had guessed what the Pope thought.
He smiled slightly, came to the chessboard again, and opened his mouth to the Pope: "Chen lost this game, but I don't care at all."
"It's just that I lost the game, and I didn't lose myself. Who can guarantee that next time, I won't win it back?"
"After all..." The smile on the corner of his mouth grew louder, and the pale teeth made the pope shiver uncontrollably: "After all, I am the one who plays chess!"
After that, Chen Fan turned around and left. Before leaving, he patted the chess table imperceptibly.
"Crack!"
The Pope looked down and saw that the chessboard was completely shattered into dust, including black and white. At this moment, all of them no longer exist. Once a gust of wind blows, it can be completely dissipated.
Just like what Chen Fan said, what can be proud of whether a game of chess is won or not?
The real victory is far from yet in time.
Just like today’s game of chess, the pope is complacent with his victory.
But the next moment, the chessboard turned into chaos, why was he happy?