Hunter Fan - Snake

She used to have a chess set, the chess board was made of rosewood, and the chess pieces were made of colored glaze, which was very beautiful.Holding it in your hand and facing the light, it will emit colorful colors, like a dream, an extremely gorgeous dream.

Stretching out her hand to her mouth and breathing, the hand was a little cold from the dry wind, and the feeling of being stiff made her feel uncomfortable. She rubbed it casually twice, and she moved forward, with yellow sand behind her.All over the sky.

In fact, she had no direction, and just walked with her eyes closed. Her shoes were sunk in the sand, filled with many small stones, and the soles of her feet were very painful.She walked nonchalantly on the unusually soft sand.

Many times she would recall the good times in the past, in this desert where the wind blew her face so painfully.She stopped to rest for a while, drank some water, and there was still a little bread left in the suitcase. She was not very hungry, but her throat was very thirsty, which should be related to the lack of water.

Thinking of this, she got up, facing the sky and imagining the scene above her head.What will it be like?In this dry climate, blue tint, or gray.

She thought of the sea water, which is said to be iron-gray when it is clean.She didn't know where she heard it from, she shook her head, and got rid of those unbelievable thoughts, maybe the truth is not what she thought.

Laughing, she raised her hand and waved it towards the sky.I used to want to learn to dance in the past. When I move my body, I feel so ethereal. Maybe she is also the kind of person who is too sad in her bones, but her father let her play chess, backgammon, flying chess, chess, go, and finally... Military instrument.

The arms stretched out from the cloak, awkwardly imagining the movements he had seen before, the waist was too stiff to stretch the ligaments, the movement was frozen at a strange angle, and then grinned and rubbed the sore and painful waist.

Suddenly she sat down, took off her shoes, shook them upside down in her hands, and poured out the sand inside. When she put them on, she touched the soles of her feet, and there were blisters, all of different sizes.She raised the corners of her lips, her smile was suitable and warm, she put on her shoes and kicked the sand surface before moving.

It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, really.

Thinking, she opened her hands, and the hood on her head slipped back, revealing her malt-yellow hair, which was as dry as a dehydrated straw stalk.She closed her eyes and faced the sky, which was blue, the clouds were white, and the yellow sand was yellow.

When she laughed, she bowed her body, her chest vibrated in a muffled laugh, but there was no sound.Then she heard a voice, an extremely soft voice, with absolute elegance and gentleness.

"Come with me, our king summons you."

She closed her hands and shrunk in the overly wide cloak, her fingers were clenched tightly and sunk into her palms, but... it didn't hurt, it really didn't hurt.

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She was lifted up into the air, and the wind made the hood rattle, making it unable to block the oncoming sand grains so strongly that there was a painful and numb touch on her face, which was very dry.

Flying, she thought, it was a feeling that she didn't know how to describe, and suddenly she felt afraid, not for the unknown, not for fate, but for those things, those things that she had clearly realized.

The body was hugged by the waist, and there was no point of support on both feet. She moved to suppress the inexplicable sense of fear. She felt that it was novel, and it was the first time to fly.

She shook her hands and danced her limbs casually to match this rare atmosphere, with a smile on her lips and crooked eyes.Pressing the hair flying around her ear, feeling rough, she opened her mouth and said without looking back, "What's your name, please? I'm Xiaomai, a professional chess player."

Her answer was a long silence, which made her feel that the gentleman hadn't heard clearly. She hesitated for a while and planned to repeat it. After all, this is a high altitude, so it would be very troublesome to speak.

"Xiaoyapf." There was an inaudible forbearance in the intermittent words.

To endure what?

It is massacre.Kill the one that doesn't stay, it's food.

She listened, froze for a moment and then turned around with difficulty. The restriction around her waist made her move a little sad. When facing the person who was holding her, she breathed a sigh of relief before smiling, and her fingers brushed without warning. On Xiaoyapov's face, his fingertips were cold, and there was an unusual softness that made people nostalgic.

She touched very slowly, stopped for a while when she was thinking about something, and then continued to touch, from the forehead, to the eyes, the bridge of the nose, and then the lips.

Ouyapov's forehead is a bit high, but his hair is combed, his nose is very straight, a bit like a Westerner with a deep profile, his eyes close when he brushes them, they are red phoenix eyes according to their shape, and finally, his lips are very thick. Soft and thin.

Hearing that most people with thin lips are so fickle, she was stunned for a while, put her hand back under the cloak, unnaturally pulled the long pole in her hand, and turned her face away.

Xiaoyapov's hair is very soft, it's the kind of very fluffy and docile hair, if you lean forward a little bit, you can smell the fragrance on it, it's that kind of very light floral fragrance, she forgot the name, but... ...smells nice.

She moved her head closer, and couldn't suppress the impulse to bury it into Ouyapov's hair, only when the tip of her nose touched the hair did she suddenly regain her senses.

Looking up, she faced the sky, which was blue, and then smiled and said, "I'm sorry."

She wants to play chess, she wants to play chess very much, only when she is playing chess can she not think about anything, only play chess.

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She was placed in an unknown room, and Ouyapf left after a short stay, leaving her alone.

At first, she didn't dare to move around, and she knelt down on the soft cushion that Xiaoyapf guided her to sit on. Because of the soft cushion, her knees didn't hurt very much. The blisters on the soles of her feet were broken, and the sock stickers were sticky. On the sole, it tore instantly after flying.

Later, she began to panic, which belonged to human beings' fear of unknown things. She shivered and knelt in a serious posture.Suddenly there was a kind of despair, like the despair that the whole world had abandoned her.She became timid, frightened, and continued to tremble.

Then she curled up and stepped back to lean against the wall. When her back was pressed against the wall, a gust of coolness rushed in and merged into her blood. She was so thirsty, very thirsty.Pursing her lips, she hugged her body and thought about something, then closed her eyes and cried.

She didn't know why she was crying, she didn't know why she was crying, but she just had a feeling that she had to cry, so she cried hard, without sound, not at all.

Enough crying, she stopped and stood up, squatted down and groped with her bare hands. A few steps forward was the cushion she made just now. floc.

Kneeling on the soft cushion, she leaned over, stretched her arms and touched the low table not far away. The low table was made of high-quality sandalwood, just like a high-end chessboard, with patterns clearly carved on it.She touched it for a long time but couldn't figure out what kind of shape it was, so she finally gave up.

She softened her body and lay down on the low table.His face was pressed against the cold tabletop as if he was about to fall asleep, his fingers were carving something on the tabletop, but when he looked carefully, there was nothing there.What is left is a mist of gentle fingers on the cold surface, gray.

She was frightened when Owlyapf came in again.She stood up hastily, she was too impatient and bumped into the corner of the table, the bump was painful, she gritted her teeth and swallowed the jjj she was about to export, and took a few steps back with a smile on her face.

"The king wants to see you, come with me."

She followed, at a long distance behind Onyapov, holding in her hand the long pole passed from him—the blinding stick.

Can't see it, can't see it.

She smiled, a little mockingly, and followed Xiaoyapov for a long distance, circling east and west without knowing the direction.Fortunately, there is someone to lead the way, otherwise I really got lost.She thought, and her pace quickened.

When she came to the door of a room, Xiaoyapf asked her to wait outside, and then turned to go in.Leave her alone.

She leaned against the wall, put her guide stick aside, raised her fingers, and raised them tightly, then lowered them.Lift it up and let it fall again.

She was in a daze, and the appearance of a chessboard appeared in her mind, with lines on it, erected, weighed, and intricately formed into a net.

She was in a daze, imagining that there was a chess piece in her hand, black and white in a single color, with text on it, that kind of common text.

Before she finished her daze, someone asked her to enter that room, but it wasn't Xiaoyapov's voice, it must be someone else, she thought about it, and she ignored something, but it doesn't matter, just play chess, Just play chess.

She went in, showing her figure from behind the wide dark red curtain, with a slender body and a long guide stick.

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It was a huge room, and sitting on the top seat was a very handsome man, with silver-white hair, silver-white eyes, and long nails, and the color on them was green.

The man looked down at something, saw that she sat down opposite her and didn't respond, squinted his eyes and returned to the book in his hand.Heads down, time is ticking.

When the man put away the book in his hand, she opened her mouth, lowered her head, and knelt down to worship the person opposite in an almost worshiping posture. That was the sky, that was the earth, like a supreme god.

She heard her say, "This time I was summoned by the Commander-in-Chief." Her tone was timid, with unnatural stuttering.

Before he could answer, she straightened up, and involuntarily stretched out her fingers to the chess box beside her. The smooth feel and cold texture were high-priced chess.

She opened her eyes, they were a pair of beautiful eyes, no pupils, no whites, just a piece of green, like a hopeless jungle.Belongs to fairies.

Lowering the corners of his lips, he stared at the chessboard that should exist in front of him, his hands were trembling, his body was trembling, like a wounded wild animal convulsing continuously.

"Can your eyes see?"

The voice floating over from the opposite side asked, the voice without temperature reminded her of the ultimate ice, at the bottom of the thousand-year-old lake.

She shook her head, her expression unchanged, "No, I can't see it at all. So please tell me where the chess pieces are placed. My eyes will only be opened when playing chess, and I can close them if you think they are in the way."

After she finished speaking, she raised her head, the corners of her lips were rounded to draw a nice angle, and the corners of her eyes were bent down. "Should I lock it up?" she asked, extremely cautious.

"No, it's okay, I don't mind."

She heard the man say this, with a voice like extremely mellow coffee, rich as if exuding aroma, sweet like brewing bitterness.

She stared at the invisible chessboard with her pupilless eyes, and moved her hands up and down.

"4—4—1 pawn."

She smiled, her expression was warm, she was very happy, really happy, and she could...play chess.

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