Break Through the Steam Game Library Chapter 92

　　Sun Lichai walked on the dark mountain Songshan, holding an insect net in her hand.

　　 Lu Zhengkang sat on the couch with a chess board in front of him.

　　 The woods at dusk are quiet and cold, and beyond the branches, one can see the thin red glow of the west. This faint, unidentified light, passing through the arms and hair of the trees, shines scatteredly on the fallen leaves.

　　 The chess pieces on the chessboard are placed one after another, chaotic and disorderly, and almost all are black.

　　The shadows of the woods are dark and deep, and the low thorns and weeds seem particularly terrifying. Sun Lichai moved forward slowly, her eyes bright, like a faint star landing on the horizon. Those dimmed colors are reflected on her mirror, clear and elegant. Although the outline is blurred, it is more reserved. The night is like a veil of all things. After the scorching sun disperses, it gives the world a rest. corner of.

　　 Baizi landed on the chessboard, and kept moving, Lu Zhengkang moved silently. A monk ran to say that the benefactor Sun Xiao was missing. Lu Zhengkang sighed, "Call Jueguang."

　　 Within a quarter of an hour, Jueguang arrived in a hurry, frowning, watching Lu Zhengkang hesitate to speak.

　　 "Sit." The Buddha pointed to the chessboard.

　　 Jueguang slipped on the couch and sat cross-legged across from Lu Zhengkang.

"watch carefully."

　　 The monk lowered his head and looked at it. This is not a chess game at all. There are only two white stones on the entire board, and the rest are black stones.

　　 In the next second, a soft white finger gently moved Baizi.

　　 The chess game changes, all the horizontal and vertical terraces disappear and become a calm and clean board like the surface of the water. Heizi and Baizi also melt into it.

　　 "This is!" Jueguang exclaimed in silence.

　　 Water ripples, a blurry scene appeared.

　　 Sun Lichai wandered among the tall trees, her delicate palm touching the bark, it was dry, cracked, rough, and hard, like skin covered with scars, dark and ugly.

　　 At this time, the sun is almost set, everything is silent, only the low sound of insects sounded.

　　All the commotion was suppressed, just because the insect king was born.

　　 Sun Lichai carried her simple insect-catching net and listened patiently. This did not look like a child, but like an experienced hunter.

　　 Jueguang exclaimed: "Xu Xiucai is right, this child is really divided into seven spiritual wisdom."

　　 The old mothers and monks around are all inexplicable. They are burning their eyebrows. Why are they still hysteria facing a chess board? But Luyuan Bodhisattva did not speak, how could they dare to make a noise?

Looking down on it for a long time, Lu Zhengkang raised his head and said to a monk standing beside him: "Go and tell Wang Ruoping that her child is safe and sound, and tell her not to worry," he told Jueguang, "Go find her, but don't disturb her. ."

　　 "Little monk obeyed."

　　 "I see." Jueguang got up and went out.

　　 Lu Zhengkang looked down at the mirror plate, gently stretched and flexed his fingers, like playing a piano, like weaving threads.

　　 The darkness swallowed the woods completely.

　　 The golden light of twilight has also been diluted by the night, turning into a touch of lavender on the rolling hills.

　　 The cold air and moisture began to seep into the body, and Sun Lichai's face turned pale.

　　 seems to be foggy.

　　Sun Lichai stubbornly walked through the bushes reaching her chest. Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15th, and she is determined to catch Chuzhi and offer it to Lu Zhengkang under the full moon tomorrow night.

　　The moon rises, and the white water is spreading over the mountains and rivers, and in such a blurred light, the fog in the forest also reveals a calm and elegant, like a white jade beauty like a cage.

　　 Sun Lichai stood foolishly in a clearing without wood. Moonlight could shine in directly and unimpededly. When shining on an orchid from above, the wonderful fragrance seemed to dissolve in the moonlight, as the cold fog permeated into the bones.

The jungle at night is mysterious. Above the normal world, there is a layer of weirdness, like an invisible cover. In such a scene, those ghosts who are rubbed into the quilt by their mothers just talk All came out from the depths of my mind, one by one, string after string, those monsters that eat children, those elves of mountains and rivers.

　　 Mr. Xu's favorite Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs", the wonderful and stubborn words and sentences, now I think about it so vividly and aptly.

　　 "If someone is like a mountain, he will be led by a prickly pear. It is both contemplative and laughable, Zimuyuxi is good and fit..."

　　 was thinking, the surrounding insects slowly dissipated, but instead there were chirping chewing and rubbing sounds, accompanied by Ruoyuowu singing, like a confused ghost mirage.

　　 What is flashing past the pines and cypresses where the black shadow stands tall?

　　Weird body, is it a mandrill?

　　 Fast as a dot, is it a ghost?

　　Sun Lichai began to run away.

　　 But the surrounding changes became more and more dense, until she slammed her head against a hard body, and then knocked the opponent to the ground.

"Squeak!" The other party yelled a few times. Sun Lichai looked through the moonlight and saw that there was a big cricket on the ground, but this cricket looked like a human, with hands and feet, a round body, and a pair of insects. His eyes looked around blankly, and his mouth kept squeaking.

　　 The little girl looked around. She didn't know when she came to the pile of weaving. These huge and anthropomorphic insects were jumping and fighting among the grass and branches.

　　 They are similar to Sun Lichai's body, the bigger ones are even one or two heads taller than her. The little one is less than her waist.

　　 I don't know why this group of weaving agents turned into this appearance. Although they look big, they still seem to be stupid. They are humanoid but not human. They are dumbfounded and purely natural.

　　 Is it a monster?

　　 Sun Lichai tried to lift up the Chukeng who was knocked down by herself, but it jumped away in panic.

　　 Seeing that it was all right, the little girl no longer paid attention to it, but turned her gaze to this group of monsters and insects. Their insect traits were downplayed, and they looked not terrifying, but rather cute.

　　Sun Lichai observed a lot of precious weaving after watching ~www.mtlnovel.com~. The rare captains can be seen everywhere, and there are more guards everywhere. They shouted loudly, and there seemed to be a faint color light all over their bodies.

　　Sun Lichai was chasing after the bright, brightly colored knitting, but the more beautiful the knitting, the faster she ran, and she often left before she got close.

　　 She sent her her life to death, and since she had agreed to catch the best-looking autumn insect, she would never give up.

　　 is getting away from the crowd.

　　 is getting darker and darker around.

　　 Those beautiful insects swept across the sky like shooting stars, disappeared, no longer chased.

　　Sun Lichai has no physical strength to move anymore.

　　 At this moment, there was a blazing red light flickering in the bushes in front of her, so she rose up to rush, the light dissipated, and an ugly weaving was pressed on the ground by her.

　　Sun Lichai was disappointed.

　　 This bug is so ugly!

　　 Short stature, crooked mouth, slanted eyes, dry limbs, thin belly, dull body surface, dull color, rough wings, dry voice.

　　 As a cricket, it can't be inferior, it can't fail any more!

　　 Sun Lichai sat up, and after seeing that there was no injury on her body, she waved and pushed it away, and then planned to rest on the spot for a while.

　　 Then she saw the bug's eyes.

　　 Clean and stubborn, like a burning campfire, warm and public.

　　 There is such a thrilling soul under the ugly skin!

　　 It lay on the ground, its body swelled up, and it was extremely loud. Although its cry was dry and dumb, no insect dared to respond.

　　 "This worm is all misfortune, there is nothing really absurd. It is so ugly and lightly abandoned, and all losers are the king of bugs."

　　Insects, the king of weaving, eight defeats!

Chapter end