Chapter 1708 (1/2)

If the willpower is not strong, it is absolutely impossible to resist the sense of sadness that has existed since ancient times.

It is worthy of being a forbidden area of the ice clan. It is estimated that ordinary people will doubt their life if they enter.

Jiang Hao decided to make complaints about himself, then he couldn't help but Tucao.

and after he make complaints about it, the scene suddenly changes, and a small wooden house appears before him. In front of that log cabin, there is an old man with white beard and white playing chess with himself.

The black and white chess pieces fight fiercely on the chessboard. Even Jiang Hao, who doesn't play chess very much, can feel it.

”Are you the elder of the ice clan?”

If on weekdays, Jiang Hao could wait and wait for the old man to finish playing chess before asking himself. But now it is different. The flame mark in his body needs to be solved urgently, so Jiang Hao can only make a voice to interrupt the old man's thinking.

However, after Jiang Hao finished, the old man did not respond in the slightest. He did not even lift his eyelids. As if he had not heard what Jiang Hao said, he was still sitting in front of the chessboard and fighting with himself.

Jiang Hao had no choice but to walk forward. As a result, he took two steps. However, the old man suddenly raised his head and looked at Jiang Hao. Those eyes were the same as those of Nalan.

The light blue pupil seems to be keeping a distance from all things in the world. Under such gaze, Jiang Hao has the feeling that all his secrets have been seen through by the other party.

This feeling is not very good, Jiang Hao just ready to speak, is to hear the old man low shout.

”Eh?”

The old man's eyes seemed to have a trace of doubt. He looked at Jiang Hao and the chess piece on his left finger. Then he lowered his head again and began to fight with himself.

The black-and-white chess pieces have a clear path. They are crisscross and crisscross on the chessboard. It looks very wonderful. Rao Shi, who is not interested in playing chess, can't help but focus on the chessboard and watch the old man fight with himself.

”Sunspot is going to lose.”

Although you can't say a word, you are a real gentleman, but the sunspots on the chessboard have fallen into a dilemma. On the surface, it seems that the number of sunspots on the chessboard has not been exhausted, and there is a possibility of turning over the game. In fact, the sunspots have been exhausted, and it is a dead game.

After hearing Jiang Hao's words, the old man's chess hand stopped, and then the chessboard in front of him suddenly disappeared.