Nong Hanwu finally let Youhuang Chessboard claim its ownership.
As for how much blood he lost and how much pain he endured during this process, he could only knock out his teeth and swallow it in his stomach due to the sourness.
When he was done, and when he stood up, he felt dizzy, his whole body swayed, and he almost fell to the ground.
Before he could recover, he was completely controlled by Nangong Ling. He could only obey the instructions obediently and became a puppet on strings who obeyed orders.
The war at this time has ended with the complete victory of Lituo Bin. There are no swords on the battlefield, and it is also a fight between the top strong men. The lethality of the spiritual skills is too amazing, so most of the strong men from the two families of Nonggui
They died on the spot, and not many prisoners survived.
However, it is not difficult to find a dozen spirit slaves to use as chess pieces of the light camp.
He first used his identity as the owner of Youhuang chessboard to suck the more than ten spirit slaves into the chessboard space one after another, occupying all the chess pieces of the light camp. Then he let Dabao, Tianyi, Zhong Wen and others participate in the chess game as the dark camp.
middle.
The person who was most suitable for the position of the Lord of Darkness was undoubtedly the wise and demonic Nangong Ling.
However, the Nangong Ling here was not herself, but an illusion created by Li Chen's body. She was not sure whether she could continue to control the old man's behavior after entering the chessboard, so she decisively rejected the proposal and instead recommended the resourceful Ten
Sanniang will be the main spirit.
As a result, the strength of the two sides is extremely different, and there is almost no suspense about the outcome of the chess game.
But even so, Nangong Ling still felt that it was not safe enough, so he tried another trick, and even arranged for the main spirit of the Bright camp to be one of his own, that is, Jiang Yushi, a general of Daqian.
As a female general who has experienced hundreds of battles, Jiang Yushi knows how to win battles, and of course she also knows how to destroy her own army as quickly as possible.
In other words, the already weak Guangming camp actually even has its own coach as an "undercover".
How to win?
The result was no surprise at all. Under the command of Thirteenth Mother, the dark camp was chopping melons and vegetables with overwhelming force. They slaughtered the light camp in just a few strokes, setting a record for the fastest win in history.
The moment he regained freedom, Dabao immediately hugged Xiaohu and kissed him hard on his big head. Then he fell into Ye Qinglian's arms. The mother and daughter cried together. For the old man Zhong Wen,
Dad didn't pay much attention.
Zhong Wen knew that he had not fulfilled his responsibilities as a father in these years, and he felt guilty. He just stood aside with a smile, obediently admiring the scene of a loving mother and a filial daughter, without daring to complain.
"Thanks."
Tianyi patted Taiyi's shoulder heavily, his words were concise and to the point, but his sincere eyes seemed to convey a thousand words.
"The Lord God is so powerful."
Taiyi wondered, "Although I am still young and have little experience, how could I end up in such a situation with you by my side?"
"I feel ashamed to say that the Lord God unintentionally showed his strength in front of Nong Zangfeng. He graciously invited me and agreed out of courtesy."
Tianyi's expression suddenly became awkward, "Actually, when this old man offered to assist the Lord God with secret techniques, I noticed something was wrong, so I asked him to try it on me first, but who knew..."
As he spoke, he couldn't help but sigh deeply.
"So you thought you were on guard."
Taiyi was stunned for a long time and couldn't help but laugh, "In the end, he was so clever that he was mistaken for his cleverness?"
"To be honest, if I hadn't been controlled by Nong Jichun, the Lord God would have to take care of me."
Tian Yi covered his forehead with his hands and looked ashamed, "With her strength, how could she be plotted by Nong Zangfeng and included in the Youhuang chessboard?"
"It turns out that the Lord God will become a spiritual slave."
Taiyi suddenly realized, "Is it also because of the Youhuang chessboard?"
"if not?"
Tianyi glanced at him, raised his neck and said, "Is it just the garbage from the farmers?"
"correct!"
Nong Hanwu gently stroked the chessboard, his eyes rolling around, and suddenly his heart moved, and he blurted out, "Where's that Fatty Zuo?"
His eyes searched every corner of the scene, but he was unable to find Zuo Buliu.
"Ran."
Nangong Ling replied casually.
"What? How could you let him run away?"
Nong Hanwu was surprised, "In this case, wouldn't everything that happened here be clearly understood by Wang Ting?"
"so what?"
Nangong Ling glanced at him lightly.
"I, my farm family and the royal court have been enemies for generations."
Nong Hanwu was stunned by her question, and after a long while he stuttered and answered, "If the Lord of Chaos learns that the Nong family is now greatly weakened, there is no guarantee that he will not take the opportunity to attack, wouldn't it?
yes……"
"farmhouse?"
Before he could finish his sentence, Nangong Ling interrupted coldly, "Where is the other farmhouse?"
"you……"
Nong Hanwu's expression changed, "What do you mean?"
"Don't you think..."
Nangong Ling turned his head sideways, looked directly into his eyes, and said word by word, "Is the farmer dead?"
"How, how could it be?"
Nong Hanwu's heart skipped a beat, and he forced a smile on his face, "Although the farm family suffered heavy losses after this battle, after all, many children from the side branch survived, and with artifacts like the Youhuang chessboard, their strength is still not to be underestimated.
Look, in the future, we will definitely be able to provide some help to lead Tubin to conquer the world, so how can we just say that we will perish?"
"I'm afraid the second young master Nong has forgotten his identity."
Nangong Ling sneered and said, "Lituo Bin won this battle. You are just a prisoner at best. Is it possible that you still have the final say whether the farm family can continue to exist?"
"you……"
Nong Hanwu's face turned as pale as a sheet of paper. His right hand holding the chessboard was trembling. He gritted his teeth and said word by word, "Are you trying to kill the donkey?"
"Slaying the mill and killing the donkey?"
Nangong Ling didn't seem to understand what he meant, and asked with confusion, "Why did the second young master say this?"
"To help you save Tianchen."
Nong Hanwu shouted angrily, "I did not hesitate to hurt myself and shed all my blood. Now you just say a casual word and want to destroy my farm family? Isn't it chilling to do this in such a desperate manner?"
"The second young master made a very impassioned speech!"
Among the crowd, Tian Jianxin's sarcastic voice suddenly sounded, "I want my Tian family to work hard for the farmers, but you don't want to destroy my entire family with just one word? I don't know where you can get the face now?"
"That, that was what the old guy and Nongxugu did."
Nong Hanwu's face stiffened, and he bravely argued, "I, I never meant this."
Tian Jianxin sneered, looked sideways at the sky, and almost had the words "I believe you are a ghost" carved on his face.
"Young Master Nong, why did you mutilate yourself? Everyone here knows very well."
Nangong Lingying opened her lips slightly, pointed at Zhong Wen, and said in a leisurely manner, "Don't bring out those vain words to embarrass people. What I want to remind you is just one thing, that is, farmers
Whether it can continue to exist depends entirely on him alone. You
It doesn’t matter what you say.”
"Leader Zhong, look..."
Nong Hanwu's eyes lit up and he quickly looked at Zhong Wen flatteringly.
"The power of the farm's secret method is indeed great. It would be a pity if it disappeared just like that."
Hearing the first half of this sentence, Nong Hanwu couldn't help showing a look of ecstasy on his face, but unexpectedly Zhong Wen's next words were like a basin of ice water being poured down on his head, making his heart instantly freeze, "But this Nong Zangfeng and his son
The three people have such despicable temperaments that it makes people sick to see them. If the farm is still run by one of them, then it is better not to continue to exist."
"That is to say."
Nangong Ling said thoughtfully, "As long as the three of them are not the heads of the family, can the farm family be preserved?"
"Nong Jichun can't do it either."
Zhong Wen thought for a while, taking Taiyi's emotions into consideration, and added another one.
"Leader Zhong, most of the reason why the farmhouse has been able to stand today is because of this chessboard."
Nong Hanwu suddenly raised the Youhuang chessboard and shouted loudly, "And the chessboard will only recognize the direct bloodline of the family leader. Leaving the three of us aside, even if the farmhouse is left behind, it will be nothing more than an empty shell.
What’s the point?”
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a light touch in his hand, and the Youhuang chessboard was snatched away by Nangong Ling.
"Miss Nangong, you..." He was taken aback.
"Change the chessboard's owner."
Nangong Ling said with a smile, "It's not that difficult."
"Did you say it?"
Nong Hanwu said anxiously, "Youhuang chessboard will only affect the direct bloodline of the family leader..."
"The blood of the farm owner."
Nangong Lingsheng interrupted him, "It's not just the three of you."
"What nonsense!"
In desperation, Nong Hanwu started to speak without hesitation, and his face was a bit ferocious and a bit manic, "Our lineage has suffered many changes, and the population is not prosperous. Apart from the three of us, who else..."
"Of course there is."
Before he could finish speaking, Nangong Ling interrupted again, "And she just returned to the farm a few days ago. Did you forget so quickly?"
"Where did such a number one figure come from..."
Nong Hanwu still wanted to argue, but he stopped abruptly in the middle of the conversation, and his face turned pale.
It wasn't until this moment that he realized that he had always missed someone.