The golden chessboard was as calm as the surface of water.
Not long after Yale finished speaking, ripples appeared in the corner. A middle-aged man with a scar on his face appeared inside the chessboard.
His eyes were like the sea of stars, but they were full of vicissitudes of life.
His lips were thin and not particularly rosy, and messy stubble grew around them.
He wore the most ordinary cotton shirt, cotton pants, and hemp rope shoes. His waist was lightly tied with a hemp rope.
Even so …
It still couldn't hide his sharpness.
Even if he walked in a crowd, he would still be noticed by others.
This was his inner temperament. It didn't need to be set off by clothes.
"You can't be East Emperor Taiyi."
After looking at the man for a while, Yale made this judgment with certainty.
The man didn't speak. He tilted his neck and scratched his back as if he was scratching an itch.
This went on for at least half a minute before the man retracted his hand. He looked at where his index finger and thumb were pinched.
Hum …
Flames suddenly appeared on his fingertips.
"How dare you bite me."
Flames.
Seeing the flames in the man's hand, Yale's eyes narrowed slightly.
Just now, he saw the man turn into a water droplet of wood water. Just now, the vines and swamp were water and wood wood. Now, he released flames …
"Hey, you're pretty smart. You know I'm not East Emperor Taiyi."
"That's true. How could I be East Emperor Taiyi? He's so ugly."
The man in rough clothes suddenly spoke. From his words, it was clear that he was responding to Yale's words. But his reply was a bit too slow. Yale didn't know how many things other than what he said.
"Ahem …"
Inside the chessboard, East Emperor Taiyi coughed and didn't say anything else. He probably didn't want to argue with the man in rough clothes too much.
Yale didn't say anything either. His eyes were still looking at the man in rough clothes.
"Even though I know I'm very attractive, but … sorry, I don't like men. And I already have a wife. If they find out that I'm fooling around outside, I'll die. "
The way the man in rough clothes spoke, his words, his tone, and his body movements were all very pleasing.
Especially when he spoke, the subtle changes on his face vividly displayed the emotions on his face.
"You're an interesting person." Yale looked at the coarse clothed man and said, "This Emperor has an old friend. If he was still alive, he would definitely like you."
Old friend referred to the God King of Pleasure.
God Monarch Pleasure liked interesting souls, and Yale felt that this man in coarse clothes was one of them.
"May I ask if your old friend is a man or a woman?"
"Male!"
"No, no, no. It's better if he doesn't like me. If it's a girl …"
A foolish smile flashed across the man's face. A few seconds later, the beautiful scene in his mind turned into two fiendish female yakshas chasing after him with pitchforks.
For a moment, the man in rough clothes trembled.
He shook his head forcefully.
It was better not to think about this kind of unpleasant scene. It would affect one's mood too much. He had to get rid of this image.
Shaking his head until he was a little dizzy, the man nodded in satisfaction.
Not long after...
The scene appeared again.
"Heavens! Are you demons!? "
The man in rough clothes in the chessboard acted as though he was performing a monologue. At first, Yale found it quite interesting, but then he began to suspect that this man had some mental problems.
This kind of nonsense …
It was indeed hard for others to accept.
"Is this friend of yours always like this?"
"He's not really my friend. I don't have much contact with him." Donghuang Taiyi said, "But he was like this in the past, just not as serious as now. Perhaps he misses his wife too much. Please understand. "
"Is that so?"
After being messed around by the man in rough clothes, Yale seemed to have forgotten about the Darkness Godhood waiting for him outside.
He watched with great interest as the man in rough clothes played around. One moment, he was begging for his wife to spare him, and the next moment, he was shouting that they were demons …
He was having fun. At the very least, the chessboard was very lively for the past few minutes.
At this moment …
"Is it nice?"
The man in rough clothes, who was acting as though he was being chased by his wife a second ago, calmed himself down in the next second and looked at Yale with bright eyes.
"Not bad." Yale shrugged.
"That's good news."
As he spoke, the man in rough clothes stretched out his hand and placed it on Yale's chest.
Yale could feel that this man was not hostile towards him. At the very least, he did not have any hostility when he stretched out his hand.
"What are you doing?"
"Tipping me money. If it's nice, shouldn't I give you money? Do you think I'm watching it for free? "The man stretched out his hand as though he was waiting for Yale to give him money.
Money?
It was a strange word to Yale.
It was not that he did not know what money was.
It was that he had never carried any money on him.
If he liked something, he would just snatch it. No one dared to collect money from him when he went to that shop. As a result, for the past tens of thousands of years, he did not carry a single cent on him.
"What? Look at how smooth you are. Don't you have any money in your pocket? "
As he spoke, the man in rough clothes stretched his hand towards Yale's chest. Yale's eyes suddenly darkened, and his palm pressed on the man's shoulder.
"Hey, why are you hitting me?"
The man in rough clothes, who was pushed back tens of meters, glared at him. Yale did not know why, but he actually felt somewhat embarrassed.
The man in rough clothes did not hurt him. He just wanted some money.
He did not give him money, and yet he hit him …
"Hug …"
No.
Why was he apologizing to them?
This man in rough clothes and Donghuang Taiyi were in cahoots. He wanted to get out of the chessboard, not to watch them make a fool of themselves.
"Hehe."
Suddenly, the man in rough clothes pursed his lips and smiled.
"You noticed it quite quickly. In the past, I could even trap Donghuang Taiyi for ten days to half a month with my mist illusion. The God race's God Emperor does have some skills. Unfortunately … you are still too slow …"
Rumble …
Countless gravel suddenly appeared around Yale's body.
These gravel directly buried him within the chessboard, finally forming the shape of a pyramid.
"So simple … hmm …"
The man in rough clothes, who had a relaxed expression, suddenly froze. He turned his head and saw that his pyramid was already full of cracks.
Not long later …
Bang!
Gravel flew everywhere!
The man lightly snapped his fingers, and a layer of sand wall appeared around him, blocking the gravel outside. Looking at Yale walking out of the pyramid, a smile gradually flashed in his eyes.
Yale, who walked out from under the gravel, had the same expression. He looked at the man in rough clothes standing in front of him.
"I know who you are …"
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