Luo Xier knew that this person had some skills, but he pretended to be useless and could not do anything.

"Please speak..."

After Mo Qingcheng got the words, he no longer beat around the bush, and he immediately went straight to the point

"In the last two games, the judges will give the advice to the audience below. You should know that the public's eyes are all sharp. If you are losing or losing, you will have no objection..."

Mo Qingcheng's words seem to be very graceful, but in fact they are already a matter of one blow and cannot be refuted. If Luo Xier refuses to accept it, he must be guilty of looking down on everyone. If he agrees, he will be afraid of losing... Just talking about chess, Luo Xier is full of confidence, so he smiled and said with a smile.

"As the young master said..." Everyone in the audience was watching the show with the mentality of watching the show. At this moment, there was a show. Even though Mo Qingcheng won the second game very insidiously, no one blamed or anything...

On the contrary, many people think Mo Qingcheng's words make sense, and the man in a blue shirt, although not very outstanding, can be said to be romantic and suave...

The woman named Huaer spontaneously walked to Mo Qingcheng. Mo Qingcheng looked carefully and thought to himself that in ancient times, not only many handsome men, but even women were very distinctive...

This woman's gauze dress looks like an ink painting, with moon white as the background, and a few light ink traces faintly appearing on her cuffs, as if Mo Qingcheng's favorite bamboo shadow. Although not many, she only adds some bookishness to this woman... Looking at the hem of the skirt, the deep and shallow green green is like rolling lotus leaves, which is so beautiful... A bunch of green tassels tied around her waist, and she looks quiet and gentle...

Mo Qingcheng loved this tone very much, and immediately grinned at the woman, but saw a little smile in the woman's eyes, just like a clear spring in the mountains, extremely clear... Mo Qingcheng was stunned, so he smiled and said

"Please let's go..."

The woman was not shy when she heard this. She made a brush from somewhere. She didn't know when the exquisite small color plate was placed. The woman's wrist moved slightly, but a white silk satin spread out in the wind. The woman turned into a white butterfly and flew on the stage, occasionally lingering, sometimes light, and sometimes reluctant to leave. Mo Qingcheng was dazed and didn't want to beat the beauty's figure. A beautiful scroll was born...
Chapter completed!