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Chapter 250: This is Another Suicide Chess!

Ye Xuanji was not angry: "Takeaway is food sold outside. Read the latest VIP chapter\

"This name is quite new. This is the first time I have heard of it. Is this also the saying in your hometown?"

Mo Qingcheng seemed to be curious, and kept asking questions.

I picked up a sunspot and wanted to put it down.[

Ye Xuanji gasped, this is another suicide move!

She coughed heavily.

Mo Qingcheng was very good at it. He immediately noticed that he was wrong, held the sunspot between his fingers and retracted it.

Maybe the chess pieces were too cold, so he missed and the white piece fell again.

Finally, he fell into the trap of his own chess game.

As a result, more than a dozen white stones were tragically declared dead...

Ye Xuanji was stunned, shaking her fingers and almost speechless.

Mo Qingcheng looked innocent and smiled apologetically, "My hand slipped."

Slide your hand? Slide your hand and make a p!

It didn't matter that his hand was slippery, it almost made her little heart pop out!

Her eyes darted over and over again on the chessboard.

I just hope that this time Mo Qingcheng will make mistakes on purpose and be able to turn defeat into victory in the end.

But after watching for a long time, I really couldn't see that Bai Zi had any chance to turn defeat into victory.

He took a breath and looked at Mo Qingcheng: "Do you have any other clever ideas? Think of them quickly."

Mo Qingcheng looked down at the chessboard, shook his head, and sighed: "There is no way to save the day. I lost this game!"

Ye Xuanji almost didn't lift it up in one breath, and looked at the chess game again without giving up.

Sure enough, White has become a straggler, and it is difficult to become a leader again.

"Forget it, if you lose, just lose. Anyway, you just made 700,000 taels of silver, so just give it back to him."

Ye Xuanji could only comfort him like this.[

"It's not 700,000 taels..."

Mo Qingcheng answered slowly.

"It's not 700,000 taels? Then it's 500,000 taels like the first game? It's okay, it's okay. Just like that, you still made two hundred thousand..."

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