Xiao Jiyue, who came to Wushan, heard that someone played chess with him and won. As the son of God, Xiao Jiyue fulfilled a wish.
It was a rumor, but Xiao Jiyue promised Qingzhuo that as long as he beat Xiao Jiyue in chess, no matter what form of chess he played, as long as he won, he would grant him a wish, no matter what.
Xiao Jiyue believed that he had no desires and desires, but when he was addicted to desires, he thought of Qingzhuo. Only in this way could he exile himself to the most sinful and despicable love.
"Am I particularly despicable?" Qingzhuo said.
"Why do you say that about yourself?"
"The correct approach should be for you to return to heaven, then become a particularly powerful god, and then save the common people and me. But now I just want to keep you by my side to save me."
"What you said was wrong. It was you who saved me."
Intention: There should be a Qingzhuo wearing Tsing Yi among the green mountains of Wushan