Rare moments of leisure, sneaking some time amidst the busyness, with experts to liven things up.
Ye Tian had just finished the second game with Elder Duan.
As in the first game, the Heizi instantly transformed into a Black Dragon, leaving no trace of the Whitezi.
The fate is sealed!
Originally, Elder Duan thought that by using a hundred and two percent of his strength, he had at least a fifty-fifty chance of winning. He didn't expect to lose so decisively. He sat upright, his expression increasingly grave.
"Grandpa Duan, after this third game, it's time for lunch," Ye Tian weighed the black chess piece in his hand, smiling slightly, his attitude calm.
Meanwhile, Yun Yi had a face full of disdain, secretly muttering, "What kind of game are these two playing? It's chaotic, with no trace of any pattern."
"I've memorized so many chess manuals and can't see any similarity."
"Could they be throwing the game, pretending to lose in front of me just to keep me from marrying Yanyan??"
