Young Master Qi was unhappy to be embarrassed in front of his wife. Miss Ye’s chess skills were so good that she could defeat his grandfather. If she knew that he had played a bad move, she wouldn’t have to laugh over him.

Surprisingly, His Majesty, who looked light and noble, played so badly.

Two of the same ones were bad, just in time to get together.

...

After the game ended, Qi Ye glanced at the chessboard, his beautiful eyebrows and eyes deepened, and stood up, put his hands in his pockets and walked out slowly.

The slender back quickly disappeared outside the temple.

Ou Ruoqinghan didn't look up, and his deep eyes kept staring at the chessboard, as if he was thinking deeply. After a long time, he suddenly smiled and felt a little sad: "So that's it."

...

Qi Ye left the temple all the way. After last night's incident, his name is now almost everyone in the Holy See.

Even a servant who swept the floor knew that this was the husband of the Pope's newly recognized princess, and the charm of life.

As we walked along the way, everyone we met on the road avoided him from afar, and the hidden hostility could be felt from a distance.

Qi Ye didn't take those people at all. He walked around a quiet corridor, and giant pillars shone through his side one by one. The ground was covered with luxurious carpets, and the sound of footsteps falling to the ground was not heard at all.

Seeing Qi Ye about to finish the corridor, a shadow suddenly turned out silently from outside the corridor column. His appearance was strange, almost as if it had suddenly emerged from the column. The electric shock rod in his hand hit Qi Ye's back with a "bang".

The slender voice fell down immediately.

The man stopped stopping for a long time, helped the people on the ground up, dragged him into the corridor, and disappeared strangely again.

...

In the dark and cold space, dim lights hung on the walls, a large pillar that required about ten people to hug each other, and an iron chain like an arm tied up a person.

Around the pillar was a deep groove, like a bottomless pit, with some "rustling" sounds wandering past, making a terrifying and strange sound in my heart.

Behind this independent dark room, there was a small room where an old man sat with a cold expression and a little vigilant: "You said he had almost never resisted, and you were caught by him?"

"Yes, the third elder." There was a man kneeling in front of the old man, covered in black. He was the guy who brought Qi Ye here from outside.

The third elder narrowed his eyes slightly, for some reason, and suddenly felt a little uneasy.

He checked Qi Ye, originally planning to frame him and call him a "devil", but he found a blank.

This is a very strange thing. The spy under their command has the ability, identity and skills. Even if he gets into a mouse hole, he can't escape their ears and ears. However, even the living person in front of him, no matter how he checks, he will have no clue.

What kind of person can erase a person's trace without leaving any trace?

There is only one answer, a very powerful person.

Not only him, the third elder thought of Ye Weilan in an instant.
Chapter completed!