He was a model in the world of self-cultivation in his last life.

The next piece, with a pair of fox eyes still staring straight at the white chess piece that Mo Feiheng was playing with under his fingertips, said plainly jealously: "Heng'er, what's so good about it, touch me."

He smiled and held out his hand to Mo Feiheng.

Mo Feiheng: "..."

Looking at Chen Xiao's fair and slender left hand without any blemishes, he squeezed his fingers, and the white jade chess piece turned into powder, raised his eyes and smiled, "Are you sure?"

His expression clearly stated——

"Show off again, it's like playing chess."

Chen Xiao looked at the powder, and then at his hands.

Thinking that if Xiaoheng found out that he couldn't squeeze his hand at all, he might be even angrier, so he withdrew his hand resentfully.

Mo Feiheng picked up a chess piece again and put it down heavily.

The game continues.

He stopped talking, and Chen Xiao didn't stop his commotion.

Whenever Mo Feiheng slumped, he followed closely behind, rubbing the back of Mo Feiheng's hand and hooking Mo Feiheng's fingers, and he was happy with a smile on his face.

It doesn't matter where the sunspots land.

Rao Mo Feiheng had extraordinary concentration, seeing the messy chess game, he finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Young Master Chen Xiao."

Mo Feiheng looked at him and smiled softly, "The terms of exchange for [-]% of the spoils also include these, huh?"

Seeing that he was angry, Chen Xiao rolled his eyes, grabbed Mo Feiheng's hand holding the chess, and sincerely proposed, "Sixty percent."

Mo Feiheng pursed his lips, looked down at the hand being held, as if thinking about it.

After a while, he said, "Is it limited to this?"

When Chen Xiao saw that there was still room for negotiation, he immediately pushed forward.

He held Mo Feiheng's hand to his lips, lowered his head and bit his fingertips, and said seductively, "Seventy percent."

Mo Feiheng laughed.

He touched Chen Xiao's lips with his fingers, and said in a gentle voice: "Why, young master Chen Xiao thinks my Haotian sect is a den of prostitution, and the son of the sect master also trades in flesh and blood."

"...Haha, play chess, play chess."

Chen Xiao's expression froze, and he immediately sat up straight and didn't dare to do it again.

Mo Feiheng put away the smile on his face, gave him a cold look, then flicked his sleeves and returned the pieces on the chessboard to the chess box, clearing the board.

This is to expose the past and start over.

Chen Xiao had a strong desire to survive, so he seized the opportunity and played chess honestly, not daring to make any small moves.

Jiuli looked at Mo Feiheng who had cold eyes, and then at Chen Xiao who was sitting upright, and turned his face to Wei Shengyu a little bit unbearably.

[Master, did the uncle already know Xiao Chen's identity? ]