The Heartthrob System cultivates brotherhood online

In late autumn, the bamboos are still lush. Shadows are reflected on the white wall, and the sunset shines through the leaves, casting a red tinge on them.

The wind rustled the leaves, and apart from a little coolness, this was the most lively place in the courtyard.

The two figures sitting opposite each other stood still, only occasionally lifting their sleeves to drop a chess piece.

"Get ready to go."

The young man's eyebrows were slightly closed, and his cold white fingertips pinched a black chess piece and placed it on the chessboard.

The man opposite the young man suddenly raised his eyes. Although he already knew his itinerary, he could inexplicably sense a sense of urging when he heard it spoken by this person.

He opened his mouth to speak, but in the end it turned into just one word.

"Yes."

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Another quarter of an hour passed, and the white pieces on the board were in an overwhelming position, and the situation seemed to be settled.

There was no joy on the man's face, and he had already put his hands down, as he already knew the result.

Ling Si placed another piece, and in an instant, the situation on the chessboard changed dramatically.

draw.

Ling Si: "I have asked someone to prepare a new identity for you, Li Tingyan."

"The name was obtained by the Marquis?" the man was stunned.

"It is."

Ah Yan said a little more about his name, "Why is your last name Li?"

Ling Si said succinctly: "There are many people with the surname Li in Jiangnan."

Ah Yan looked at Ling Si's face steadily, scanning his eyebrows and eyes carefully. Ling Si was used to being stared at, so he took a sip of tea.

Ah Yan's gaze shifted to the young man's wrist, which was exposed when he raised his hand. It was white and slender, and blue veins could be seen as he moved.

If you only look at his appearance, who would know that this is the general from the small town who led a thousand elite soldiers to repel 30,000 enemies from the Northern Di eight years ago.

The bright clothes, the galloping blood, eventually turned into the dust of the struggle for imperial power and were buried in these eight years.

"Then how should Yan leave?"

Ling Si raised his hand, and the servant behind him came up with a sword.

The scabbard had ancient patterns and tightly bound the sword. Ling Si stood up and slowly pulled it out, then quickly placed it on the side of the opposite person's neck.

The servant bent down and stepped back. Ah Yan got goose bumps all over his body. The sword was cold, and it was obvious that it was sharpened.

Ah Yan stood up and took a step over the table, and the sword moved with it. The man felt a sharp pain on the side of his neck and could even sense that blood was flowing.

The two stood opposite each other.

The young man seemed not to notice the red on Ah Yan's fair neck. He just held up the sword with a smile in his eyes: "Why not say that Ah Yan disobeyed me and I was so angry that I swung my sword to kill him and threw him into the mass grave?"

The man's back was straight and tall, like a pine or bamboo. He touched the sword blade lightly with his fingertips and pushed it away. "That's not a good reason."

As he said, A Yan was really bold. If Ling Si didn't let him move the sword away, he would lose his fingers.

But he was gambling, betting that the young man would not hurt him, an act almost tantamount to sacrifice that usually occurs among those of lower status.

Unfortunately the young man didn't use enough effort.

"What's a good reason?"

The young man put down his sword and felt a pair of hands covering his waist. His whole body was gently embraced and a weight was pressed on his shoulders.

"Just say it--" Ah Yan leaned over and whispered his thoughts to him.

Seeing the young man's jade-white earlobe covered with a touch of pink due to the hot breath, the man's eyes became deep, and the next moment, his arm was gently taken away.

"Although it fits my reputation, my reputation has been like this over the years, and I don't need you."

Ling Si sat down again. Ah Yan stood for a moment, then squatted down to pour tea for him. His slightly gathered black hair fell to his ears. "If the Marquis succeeds, may I dare to ask for a promise?"

"What?" The young man paused while drinking tea.

"I haven't thought about it yet."

From then on, there was no A Yan, only Li Tingyan.

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