"Dice?" Li Huowang looked at the constantly rotating dice in his hand, the words he once said echoed in his ears. "Whoever wins, I'll help."
The dice indeed told the truth at the time, but the person it thought would win was not himself, but Qing Wanglai!
And there were two dice, which means the Da Liang National Master is also one of the San Qing!
"No! Perhaps it's worse! Doumu's Heavenly Dao has long been stolen by San Qing!" Li Huowang suddenly turned his head to look at Zhao Lei, who was becoming increasingly insignificant.
Looking at the others around him, Qing Wanglai gently pushed the glasses perched on his nose, a slight smile on his face. "Looks like if I don't speak today, I can't leave?"
Then he turned his gaze to Li Huowang, "That's right, it's indeed done by me. In fact, I've done much more, but it seems you haven't found out."
"In fact, from the beginning, you were just one of my many chess pieces. Everything is under my control."
