Yue Yang, who was in the game, was silent all the time.

I don't play chess.

The middle-aged scribe waited quietly, looking patient. For a chess game that is destined to win in the end, he has no reason to feel annoyed, as long as the person who is about to lose, he will be angry and restless and feel uncomfortable everywhere, such as the current Yueyang classmate, he is very unhappy, slapped the chess pieces, and shouted and scolded: "What kind of bullshit chess pieces, they don't feel at all to the touch, can't they be made with slightly better jade to make chess pieces?" This kind of rotten chess pieces, even if you hold it in your hand, you have no inspiration at all!"

Everyone knows that playing chess has nothing to do with chess pieces, and the texture of the chess pieces has nothing to do with the result.

The people who feel relevant are all kinds of people.

That's the one who loses fast!

Yue Yang looks like this kind of person...... The middle-aged scribe looked at him, changed his angle, and imagined that he was the third young man of the Yue family, and suddenly faced with many super powerhouses such as the Temple Supreme Heavenly Emperor, the Peerless Emperor, the Demon Emperor, the Golden Emperor and the Immovable Supreme, he would feel that his head was as big as a splitting headache. Not to mention the first few, even the five giants of the Eastern, Western, and Southern Heavenly Realms ranked below them are definitely not the masters to be messed with.

Back then, the Prison Emperor sacrificed himself in order to seal the three giants of the Western Heavenly Realm.

The current Yueyang not only has to face as many as five Heavenly Realm giants at the same time, but also five peak powerhouses such as the more powerful Heavenly Emperor, Peerless, Demon Emperor, Golden Emperor and Immovable Supreme. Ten people are like ten mountains, any one of them will also overwhelm people, and now ten people are here. How can you teach people not to be sad, sad and miserable!

The middle-aged scribe thought about it. felt that if he was a Yue Titan, with the handful of cards in his hand, under the pressure of the army of ten strong enemies, there would be only one way to die.

Can't win.

If you want to win this game of chess, it is even more difficult than ascending to the sky!

Thinking for this third young man of the Yue family, he can't think of any way to win, and if he thinks for himself, he can't think of any reason to lose!

Under such circumstances, the middle-aged scribe felt that he could slightly let go of the depression and preoccupation of ten thousand years, and quietly wait for the fruits of victory that had been planted ten thousand years ago and had been cultivated for ten thousand years to ripen...... Now is the time to enjoy, the time to appreciate the pain and madness of the enemy. Now is the time to take revenge on the frustrations of 10,000 years ago! The middle-aged scribe looked up to the sky, and a grim smile curled into the corner of his lips: Those fools who looked away and refused to support themselves to the top of the Tower of Babel? If your heroic spirit is not far away, then look with dead eyes, because of your stubbornness and mistakes. On the contrary, they have missed the best successor, because of you, the Tower of Babel has completely fallen and ruined, and the original supreme glory will no longer exist, and even turn into an eternal shame, leaving a stench for ten thousand years!

That's your choice!

It's because of you, it's because you didn't choose me, the Tower of Babel has become what it is today, and it's all because of you!

Tower of Babel. If I can't get it, then no one can get it! If I can't get it, then I'll destroy it with my own hands! I will make this beautiful home that has rejected me a real purgatory, let it become an abyss of despair, let millions of people shed rivers for it, let thousands of unfortunate people be buried in it, and let out the last cry of pain!

The middle-aged scribe slowly clenched his fists, as if he had clenched the fate of the Tower of Babel and the throats of hundreds of millions of people.

"Smack!"

Yue Yang suddenly slapped the chess pieces on the stone table in anger.

There was a surprisingly loud sound, and although the expression was not angry, it was definitely not in mind.

I saw the hand. The middle-aged scribe showed a kind smile on his face and comforted: "Children, you can't play chess impulsively, you must know that sometimes one hand of chess can determine the direction of the whole situation." Patience and observation are very important. Are you sure you want to take this step? Are you really sure? Otherwise, for the sake of your fellow countryman. I'll give you a step of repentance, you think it through first, and it's not too late to go down!"

"No, it's a shame to be your junior, and it's best never to mention it. Yue Yang's eyes glared at the middle-aged scribe like a sword, if the gaze was really a sword, it was estimated that the middle-aged scribe would have hundreds of more transparent holes on his body: "Young Master Ben plays chess, you can play as much as you like, you can commit suicide if you feel uncomfortable!"

"People who win don't commit suicide, they usually do it by people who lose. The middle-aged scribe laughed when he heard this.

"I didn't lose!" Yue Yang snorted heavily.

"I haven't lost now, but I guess it's going to be soon. The middle-aged scribe didn't think that this kid still had the possibility and chance to get back, he looked at the chessboard, suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed at the white chess pieces on the stone table, and smiled at Yue Yang: "My chess piece is peerless, a big chess piece that can eat all the chess pieces, can you stop this chess piece?"

"I'm also a big chess!" Yue Yang motioned to the middle-aged scribe not to move his chess.

"Your big chess, how big is it?" The middle-aged scribe didn't think that this move, which was full of masculinity and domineering, and lacked femininity, could stop his peerless emperor.

To be able to stop the peerless Emperor of the Peerless, it must be to conquer the Empress Vivien Leigh.

Unfortunately, it's not her.

And even if this move is blocked by her, then what about the Temple Supreme Heavenly Emperor, the Demon Emperor, the Golden Emperor, and the Immovable Supreme behind it?

Classmate Yue Yang once again pushed the black chess pieces that the middle-aged scribe was about to clear out of the chessboard back to its original position, and solemnly warned: "Don't touch Young Master Ben's chess! I play like this, of course I have my reasons! Your chess pieces are the peerless emperor, is he very big? My chess is the demon dragon that swept the entire heavenly realm back then, and it is trivial to stop your peerless emperor!"

"Demon Dragon?" The middle-aged scribe was stunned, he didn't understand how this kid Yue Titan could know such a bull as the Demon Dragon, so he frowned, and looked at Yue Yang and refuted word by word: "You, the root, the root, the original, just, no, the recognition, the knowledge, the demon, the dragon!"

"I don't know the Demon Dragon? he was released by me, will I not know him?" Yue Yang sneered and retorted: "In the world." Except for me. Who else can lift his seal, except for Young Master Ben, who else will desperately hug his thighs and cry and shout to recognize me as a relative? If it weren't for him crying pitifully, he would want to be my eldest brother and dream!"

"Even if the Demon Dragon is your eldest brother, it is impossible for him to come to the Tower of Babel, let alone be an enemy of the Peerless Emperor!" the middle-aged scribe suddenly laughed.

"Why?" this time it was Yue Yang's turn not to understand.

"Because he has just broken free from the seal, and he has not yet recovered to his peak state. The middle-aged scribe laughed and shook his head: "He must be hiding now, hiding in an extremely hidden place to heal himself, you just want to find him." I can't find it at all!"

"Won't I inform him?" Yue Yang said that it was easy to send a message.

"Impossible!" The middle-aged scribe still shook his head: "Only those who have the key to Babel can make the treasure book of Babel report information in a short period of time, such as issuing a conscription order." In other words, the demon dragon is not a member of the Tower of Babel, he will never be able to obtain your information, and the pointing information will not flow to him, because the person the entire Tower of Babel is looking for is you, the third young man of the Yue family, not the demon dragon that no one knows! The Key to Babel is a gift from me, because, after it is used, it will make it impossible for the entire Tower of Babel to issue a second summoning order or a directional message within a year, and the Tower of Babel's Summoning Book will be silent for a year to restore its connection energy...... Don't look at me like this, Yue Sanshao, maybe you think I'm not a smart person, but in fact. I'm not dumber than you or slower than you, I just don't have your destiny of being blessed with God!"

The middle-aged scribe picked up the black chess pieces that Yue Yang had slapped on the chessboard and threw them away.

He felt.

It's a waste move.

However, at this time, suddenly there was a hand. From the handover of heaven and earth, stretched out, thousands of miles away. He easily caught the chess piece and threw it back to the position where Yue Yang had played.

Just when the middle-aged scribe's face changed, a lazy and domineering voice sounded: "Actually, I'm really not a nosy person, but if someone bullies the door and scares the children in the family, as a big brother, there is no reason not to stand up and say something." Although it has been sealed for 100,000 years, don't be a Lao Tzu who doesn't exist anymore, okay? There has always been only Lao Tzu bullying others, but I didn't expect that after 100,000 years, someone would bully Lao Tzu's door, if you let the old guy of the Dragon God Supreme know, I'm afraid it will break my legs!"

"Demon Dragon!" The middle-aged scribe roared, "It's really you!"

"I'm very sorry to let you fail in your calculations, what a smart you, but unfortunately you never thought that Lao Tzu would hide in the Tower of Babel to recover, right? But you Nima's, you can't be Lao Tzu without saving zài, if you want to bully Lao Tzu, wait for Lao Tzu to really die and stand on Lao Tzu's grave and brag about it, okay?" The lazy and domineering voice reprimanded the middle-aged scribe like a child, in front of him, I'm sorry, the middle-aged scribe who has lived for thousands of years can only barely be regarded as a little kid playing with pee, and wants to be an equal?

The middle-aged scribe's face changed again, but he remained calm.

There is only one demon dragon who is far from being restored to his peak state, it is nothing at all, it is difficult to say whether he can stop the peerless emperor of the peerless, even if he can block it, the Supreme Heavenly Emperor of the Divine Temple, the Demon Emperor, the Golden Emperor and the Immovable Supreme will not stand idly by!

A good thing like forcibly besieging a Heavenly Demon Dragon while in a weak state is definitely a good opportunity that is not encountered in thousands of years, and whoever knows will be moved.

Perhaps, this battle not only calculated the three young men of the Yue family, but also wiped out the demon dragon.

"Boy, I'm your eldest brother, I was a little bit of a thigh, but I definitely didn't cry, did Lao Tzu cry? That's excitement!" The lazy and domineering voice snorted: "Lao Tzu is so good to you, remember to say a few more kind words in front of the Dragon God Supreme in the future, it's best to let him marry a super beautiful daughter to Lao Tzu, at most Lao Tzu gave birth to a daughter and then consider whether to marry your son, come and kiss!"

"Get out of the calf!" Yue Yang scolded angrily: "Just like you, you also want to marry someone else's dragon princess, aren't you a nymphomaniac after being in prison for too long! Get out, now I want you to save the field, you still have to put on a score here, you will die if you don't blow it for a while!"

"Damn, Bai cares about you kid!" The demon dragon who was sprayed in the face was speechless.

"Who cares about it, if you have the ability, you can kill the Heavenly Emperor!" Yue Yang's classmate doesn't need anyone's attention except for the beauty.

"Lao Tzu is going to be able to kill the Tianyu now, and he is still squeaking here, and he has already gone to the Central Temple to grab the territory. Even the peerless kid is enough to choke, don't expect Lao Tzu who just came out of prison to be so awesome that he can be against ten, this really can't be blown!" The demon dragon was afraid that Yue Yang's classmate would send additional tasks, and before the voice was finished, the breath had already disappeared, and he slipped away.

"You saw the first step, now that Young Master Ben is taking the second step, who said I would lose?" Yue Yang looked back at the middle-aged scribe, snapped on the ground, and slapped a black chess piece on the stone table...... To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )RQ