Chapter 352: Broken ... broken sleeves

A cloud of air pulsated around their feet, so that the three men were drawing.
"Pop!" A sunspot fell, blocking a large piece of white chess piece. The man shaking the fan smiled proudly: "Throne, transferee, I will win this game."
The man across from him seemed to be a bit distracted. He was pulled back by his voice and glanced at the chessboard. The blacks were strong and the whites were weak. The situation was really bad for him.
"Throne, you seem to be absent-minded, what do you think?" Brother Fanzi knocked on the chessboard with a fan handle, with a gossip expression on his face.
"What do you say?" The man called the throne looked pale, continued to think about the chess path, and ran another son at his will.
"I see that you seem to have used a micro-viewing technique to see a red dusty land. What did you see?" Fan Zixiong was obviously an observant.
He also gave birth. Anyway, he already has a chance to win, and he seems more casual to play chess again.
The woman watching chess next to him also looked at the throne, and there was a hint of curiosity in his eyes: "Yeah, throne, the place you opened just now looks like the capital of the sky country, didn't you just come back there soon? What weirdness in Murfina? "
She also took a look just now, except for those buildings, she only saw a Tsing Yi boy ...
"Guess?" The throne obviously didn't want to say more.
"Aren't you looking at a little girl? The peach blossoms of the throne are on?" Brother Fanzi closed the folding fan with a brush.
"Brother Rongyue don't make random guesses. There weren't many women in the red dust just now, but there was a teenager ..." the woman retorted.
The man known as Brother Rongyue looked at the imperial throne and looked surprised, "Isn't it? He is actually a teenager in the throne? Broken ... broken sleeve?"
"Pop!" Bai Zi dropped, and the light voice of the throne sounded: "You will not break your sleeve if you break your sleeve, you lose!"
Brother Rongyue looked down, and sure enough, he saw that the situation on the chessboard had turned down sharply.
Brother Rongyue: "..."
He looked painfully at the Emperor Slowly and picked up the jasper gourd next to him, and took away one of his treasures.
"Hey, this game doesn't count, it's because you cheated, and deliberately sold off the trick to attract my attention. No, it doesn't count, return the elixir to me first." Brother Rongyue reached out to the throne.
The Emperor ignored him at all, but tapped his finger on the chessboard: "Can't you play?"
"Next! Of course!" Brother Rongyue said: "I have to win the elixir again!"
The lip corner of the throne gently pulled, and if they didn't settle, the two played again.
At the halfway point, the Emperor suddenly asked casually: "Tian Lan, how many more sky wind fruit?"
"What?" Rongyue Tianlan looked at him obliquely: "This time, you have consumed most of the wind fruit that has been accumulated for a hundred years, and you have been consumed by most of you! The power of the throne has also been restored, so you don't have to remember the smaller ones Is it a fruit? "
The emperor tapped on the chessboard, and only said, "The sky wind fruit will break for a long time."
"So the emperor came here to consume me so much, is it for me? Afraid I can't eat it myself, and destroyed the violent heavenly objects?" Rongyue Tianlan grinds his teeth a bit.
"Tianlan, your IQ is much higher." The emperor praised him.
The girl next to him looked at Rong Yuetian Lan's dark and handsome face and laughed out: "The Throne is right, Tian Lan, the three of us have always distinguished each other. Since your fruit is a good medicine for the recovery of the Throne, contribute a few Anyway, you ca n’t eat anyway. "