C991 Disaster

In a corner of the sky above He Xue City, two experts of Peak of Heaven Martial Stage were leisurely playing chess in the pavilion.

"Haha, fellow Daoist Huang, you seem to be in a bit of a state of unease today. Why did you play a couple of stinky chess in succession? This is unlike your usual self!"

A long-haired man holding a black knife asked the white-haired elder with an unexpected smile