The emperor's plan: to rule the world

Chapter 1126 Si Zhuoyuan, I'm really going to die
Excessive blood loss caused him to feel cold all over. Li Jin didn't even realize that his body was shaking non-stop at this moment, and the sound of his heartbeat began to become faster and lost its previous rhythm, becoming no longer strong and powerful.

His physical strength was gradually lost with the blood, his limbs were cold, and his eyes turned black. Li Jin closed his eyes, feeling that today was really bad to the extreme.

Hemorrhagic shock.

Li Jin almost didn't need to think about what kind of physical condition he was in now. This kind of injury might not be curable even in modern times, let alone in ancient times when medical conditions were all backward.

When he just crossed over, Li Jin thought countless times that if one day he died in this world, would he be able to return to his original world? However, Li Jin found that he still had such a trace of nostalgia and reluctance for this world.

He hated the world so much.

There is a clear distinction between superiority and inferiority in this world, and a word from the superior can easily determine the life and death of his subordinates, being bullied, oppressed, and ignored... There are so many bad things in this world, but in Li Jin's eyes, all of them are Not as good as one lagging behind.

Just for this reason, he can't like this world.

But later he stayed in the Qinglong Palace for a while, and slowly realized that there is nothing wrong with this world, it is just a little backward compared to modern society, and there are many things here that he has never experienced before. Whether it is between monarchs and ministers, or between ordinary friends.

At this time, what Li Jin recalled most in his mind was his scene in Qinglong Palace. The young man who was always calm and stable like a mountain was a veritable king. He doesn't show his face, but he holds great power but behaves well. It seems that nothing in this world can make him change his face.

All the people can only kneel at his feet and speak, in the fief, he is the supreme king.

The world can only see his almost perfect face like a god, but Li Jin can see his unknown side.

Li Jin remembered that ridiculous night after being drunk.

It's not that he doesn't have the power to resist, but he doesn't know what kind of mind he is in, so he didn't resist.

He didn't want to leave, but had to.

If Si Zhuoyuan knew his origin, what would he think of him?
It's just a lonely soul from another world who forcibly occupied this body. No matter how well-informed Si Zhuoyuan was, if he knew about it, he might be treated as a ghost.

Holding his breath and getting up from the ground, Li Jin looked down at the bloody wound on his body, but his eyes were blurred and he couldn't see anything clearly.

He tried hard to open his eyes to take a look, but his eyelids were over a thousand weights, as if they were being pressed heavily by something, no matter how hard he tried, he could only close them powerlessly in the end.

Li Jin remembered that he used to keep saying "I'm going to die, I'm going to die" and never took such bad words seriously. Like the little old man, Li Jin always laughed at him.

This time...but it made him a prophecy.

Li Jin pursed his lips, smiled bitterly, and said in an inaudible voice, "Si Zhuoyuan, now...I'm really going to die."

(End of this chapter)