"The king is the son of heaven, the Supreme Lord. If you contribute your body to him, you will become the king of the world.
And your family, the king will naturally treat them well.
You don’t know yet, the world is going to be in chaos. If you are willing to give your body, the king can protect the safety of your family.
Otherwise, when the rivers are destroyed, you will all die."
As if he had seized Zhao Yang's handle, a smile appeared on Xu Fu's face: "I heard them say, are you a person who believes in filial piety? Now your whole family can survive because of you, and the choice is up to you."
"Is there any more?"
After hearing Xu Fu said so much, Zhao Yang felt bored when he saw that he finally had a picture of his dream.
"What do you want? It will take a while for the king to merge with your body. During these times, you can also experience the treatment of the King of Qin."
"I mean, those people just fool you, didn't say anything else?"
"Um?"
"They didn't tell you that I am the priest of Daqin now? Or is it a guy who has a very irritable temper and just runs around with the soul chased by the Dragon Knight when he has nothing to do?"
Xu Fu: "..."
"Or, after you die, your mind is no longer clear. If you don't pinch a soft persimmon, you like to pinch a hard stone?"
After a word fell, Zhao Yang got tired of playing. Seeing Xu Fu in front of him still thinking, he sighed boredly and said, "You are dead."
"I? Dead?"
"Diet on Yingzhou Island, he was called king before his death, and was also called Emperor Shenwu. Now he still has a group of descendants, crying in front of your tombstone every day."
"impossible!!!"
As if stimulated, Xu Fu's hair was flying up, and his eyes stared at Zhao Yang: "I am the sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial silence of the Great Qin Dynasty, and this is the destiny of heaven. I have been loyal to the Great Qin Dynasty for three thousand years, so how could I proclaim myself as king!
You are lying to me! You must be lying to me!!!”
Boom.
After Xu Fu finished speaking, thunder broke out in the sky.
The originally floating snowflakes turned into heavy rain and poured down like a sky leaking from the sky.
Standing in the wind and rain, watching Xu Fu go crazy, Zhao Yang silently raised his heart.
"You must be lying to me! I am a loyal minister of the Qin Dynasty! I am a destiny to sacrifice wine! I have been loyal to the Qin Dynasty for three thousand years! How can I become independent!
Yes! These are all you are lying to me! These are the reasons you find when you don’t want to become the body of a king!
I'll kill you, the traitor!!!”
boom!!
Another thunder struck down, but this time the thunder's target was indeed Zhao Yang.
At this time, Xu Fu had two more thunder and lightning whips in his hand, and his whole body turned into a giant about a 100-meter-old!!!
"I'm going to kill your soul! I'll take your body!!!"
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......
Between the square inch, there are thunder and heavy rain, and beyond the square inch, the wind is bright and sunny.
Xu Fu was mad and was only in front of Zhao Yang, but at this time, there were snowflakes in the ice city, which turned into water droplets before they fell.
It snows on sunny days, which is just a basic operation for the people of Ice City.
At this time, in Lin Yu's family, the son of destiny who was protected by sunglasses, was tied to the home by a series of formations. In front of him, seven or eight people in black were responsible for reminding him and persuading him.
"Lin Yu, you have to take the overall situation into consideration. Your friend Zhao Yang is just a sin."
"For the sake of the overall situation, the First Emperor must be resurrected. This is a unanimous decision within the institute and you cannot let go of trouble."
"We need the millions of troops under the First Emperor and we need them to resist the weird invasion."
"It's all for the overall situation!"
"Don't blame us..."
The black-robed monks were still persuading Lin Yu, but they had not stopped since last night.
I found a house for Qin Shihuang, and in one night, I selected dozens of people.
But after giving these candidates to Xu Fu, he immediately won the next batch.
First of all, women can't do it.
Secondly, it is not enough to be over thirty years old.
The first emperor's body requires at least a golden elixir and the qualification to cultivate the soul. Before these two, the option of heroism and extraordinaryness must be added.
After one wave of victory, only a few candidates were left.
Among them, except for Zhao Yang, the three non-interests, the rest are disciples of various major families, or they are masters of the great sects with a long history.
Under such harsh conditions, it is not so easy to find candidates. It is because of the huge network of Daxia that Zhao Yang is finally screened out.
After deciding on the candidates, the first thing they did was to search for Zhao Yang's interpersonal relationships, design Lin Yu, and control him.
It is cost-effective to exchange a disobedient monk for an ally with a common enemy, isn't it?
They were right, and the people who made the decision were wrong.
pity.
Looking at the person who was still persuading him, Lin Yu's eyes showed a hint of sadness.
"You are wrong, Brother Zhao...he will not sit still and wait for death."
"Lin Yu, don't think too much. Zhao Yang's attitude is not important. Even if he has some skills, how can he defeat Xu Fu?"
"You know, that is, that is, the person who has lived three thousand years ago to the present. How terrible he is, you will not understand it if you haven't seen it with your own eyes."
"Zhao Yang is dead."
"Xiao Yu, don't blame us..."
The monks in black robe disagreed with Lin Yu's words.
Zhao Yang? A Jindan monk?
In the game, he has that group of supplements and a noble identity.
But now that it has changed to reality, how can he reject that person's "good intention"?
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graduate School.
In the Weapons and Equipment Research Department, an old man who was about sixty years old was holding the Dragon Hunting No. 1 returned by Li Xiaomeng, holding a magnifying glass in his hand, constantly observing the patterns of the Dragon Hunting.
After a long time, he put the dragon hunting on the table with a serious expression.
"Good thing, who changed the divine pattern on this gun?"
The old man turned his head and looked at the latter's people around him and said, "Bring him over here, I see, if you have talent, I will make an exception and accept him as a closed disciple."
Who changed it?
Several researchers looked at each other, but no one dared to get the merit.
After a while, Li Xiaomeng was brought in.
Seeing this, the old man frowned: "A girl?"
"This... Mr. Yu, this gun was assigned to Li Xiaomeng. I think she couldn't stay idle and made random mistakes if she had nothing to do..."
Someone was talking to Li Xiaomeng and kept winking at him.
This is a great opportunity!
The old man in front of him is the chief engineer responsible for the development of the dragon hunting series. Not only is he a noble position, he is still a monk who has lived for more than 200 years.
If Li Xiaomeng can be taken as a closed disciple by him and inherited his mantle, it would be that the ancestral tomb will smoke, and then it will climb to the branch and turn into a golden phoenix!
Li Xiaomeng saw their eyes, but she hesitated and didn't know how to speak.
"I...."
Chapter completed!