I, the Prince of Qin

　　With Mo Zhe's order, all the land of Daqin, golden light reappeared, gathered on the rooftop, blasted through time and space, and landed on Shabu Nicholas' head.

　　"boom--------"

　　"▇!??▇▇??!!!▇!?!"

　　After two dimensional cannons were fired, Shab Nicholas finally showed signs of weakness.

　　The countless tentacles that were still trapped in the Great Wall were twisting and rolling, and the slamming movements seemed a little weak.

　　Above the countless tentacles, the blurred and indistinct huge woman's body swayed, grinning, and looking at the hazy expression, it seemed extremely painful.

　　After Shab Nicholas was further weakened, he couldn't get out, couldn't get out, couldn't fight back and break free, and could only passively wait for the third round of dimensional shelling.

　　With another blow, she will be severely injured. Even if the Outer God will not die easily, she will almost lose her power to stay in this world.

　　One more hit!

　　Mo Zhe knew in his heart that the end was the same as the beginning, and the truth could last for a long time.

　　Suddenly, the position of the head on Shab Nicholas' huge female body suddenly turned around.

　　Although he couldn't see his face clearly, Mo Zhe's heart couldn't help beating wildly.

　　On sight!

　　not good!

　　Because he was too cautious, he focused too much on her.

　　Facing the Outer Gods, this is almost fatal!

　　Before Mo Zhe could look away, Shab Nicholas' face suddenly became clear.

　　It was a face that, though huge, was unusually beautiful.

　　Really, it's incredibly beautiful.

　　Ordinary people, no matter how beautiful they are, are still within the framework of rationality and within the scope of understanding.

　　But that face has far surpassed the limit of human understanding. It is a beauty that is as deadly and poisonous. It can burn the brain just by looking at it, and it is a despairing and crazy beauty!

　　"▇ Hall▇▇!?"

　　Ah Fang's exclamation disappeared in an instant, and he could not hear it, and all he could see was that beautiful face that shattered his brain and rationality.

　　The Emperor's Mianfu emits a strong light, and Mo Zhe can still maintain a certain self.

　　Suddenly realized-

　　The real battle with the Outer Gods begins.

　　▇▇▇▇▇▇san check▇▇▇▇▇▇

　　………………

　　…………

　　……

　　...

　　Mo Zhe suddenly opened his eyes.

　　In front of him is a familiar scene.

　　Daqin Xianyang Palace, the main hall.

　　Covering his forehead, he was a little tired.

　　My mind was aching.

　　"Your Majesty, the state affairs are heavy, please take care of the dragon's body."

　　Beneath the hall, Prime Minister Fang Xuanling tried to open his turbid eyes and bowed his scrawny body. He was weak, but said it sincerely.

　　Mo Zhe looked at him and felt even more tired for no reason.

　　"I know. Fang Qing is very old, so it's not appropriate to overwork. Go home to have a good life and recuperate, and spend your old age in peace."

　　"Your Majesty! The old minister can still manage!" Hearing Mo Zhe's words, Fang Xuanling cried out in a hurry, and the wrinkles on his face all expressed unwillingness.

　　Mo Zhe sighed, although sympathy and pity, things like age and lifespan are really helpless things for people who do not have eternal life.

　　Even if the Great Qin has the Lishan Mausoleum, the awakened courtiers will still grow in age when they actually work.

　　Except for a very few people, most of the courtiers will eventually leave, sooner or later.

　　Mo Zhe felt a tingling in his head again.

　　Some things are vague, like floating in bottomless water.

　　But gradually, I can still remember something.

　　By the way, he has already ascended the throne and became the Emperor of Qin.

　　Even, it was recognized by the First Emperor and had the qualification of immortality.

　　And now is... Daqin calendar, 4444▇▇▇44 years.

Chapter 177 Chapter [-]

　　"His Majesty……"

　　Under the hall, Fang Xuanling's stubborn voice pulled Mo Zhe back from the quagmire of his thoughts.

　　Mo Zhe rubbed his temples: "What else?"

　　Fang Xuanling hesitated.

　　Mo Zhe looked at him and sighed.

　　If Kong Ming was still alive, he wouldn't be so hesitant.

　　Kong Ming died of overwork a long time ago.

　　When he is not working, he can sleep in the freezer at Lishan Mausoleum, but in the early stages of his ascension, many people need his help.

　　As a result, Kong Ming handled affairs almost day and night, and his age increased rapidly.

　　Daqin Technology can prevent and treat diseases to the maximum extent and increase people's life expectancy, but there is a limit after all.

　　When Kong Ming died, his eye sockets were sunken, and he was constantly coughing because of smoking.

　　At that time, he pulled himself, what was the last word he said?

　　It seems to be: "Your Majesty, what about the promised vacation?"

　　Aw... I lost my arm.

　　After Kong Ming, the Prime Minister of Great Qin changed many people.

　　One by one, one by one.

　　I still remember that there was a man named Chen Gong, who was beaten out by all the ministers as soon as he took office.

　　For what?As if it was because he disagreed with others, he became angry and scolded, "I'm full of NP, you can do it yourself!"

　　What is called a rat crossing the street, the target of public criticism is also an eye-opener.

　　One after another, how long has it been?

　　Fewer and fewer people can use it, and the Lishan Mausoleum is becoming more and more empty.

　　Although there was no major event in Daqin except for a few wars, an aura of decadence and decay inevitably appeared above the hall.

　　Perhaps it also corroded his own heart.

　　Even if they are immortal, who can maintain hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of years, do their best to govern, be diligent and love the people, and be impartial?

　　Even if the body is immortalized, the spirit is still a human being.

　　The human spirit, structurally, cannot afford to wear and tear for too long.

　　The feelings, emotions, impulses, wills, dreams that belong to people will gradually wear away and decay over time.

　　What you care about at first, the touch that goes deep into your soul, will also become blurred and indifferent in the long, endless river of time.

　　When the feelings that belong to man gradually disappear, man becomes more and more like a machine.

　　There is no ego, every day is just up, down, up, down...

　　There was a voice inside, roaring, but gradually, even that voice was almost inaudible.

　　So, even if you have a thousand-year empire, even if you live forever, what's the point of going backwards?

　　But he has been bound by the so-called Mingjun, constantly suppressing himself, like a machine, like a gear that keeps the country running, the biggest gear, turning, turning, turning, turning, turning every day▇▇, what's the point?

　　So boring, so boring, so boring, so boring▇.

　　Even if you become an emperor, you still have concerns about this and that. You have to consider the court’s clearness and the people’s demands. You make a little mistake. Occasionally, you want to be self-willed. What does everything mean?

　　It's not that I haven't thought about abdicating, but such a thing as a prince's failure to live up to his expectations is really not something that can be transferred by human will.

　　Moreover, the successor to the throne has a very high threshold for immortality. So far, only himself has been reached.

　　The result is that even if there are occasional princes who are okay, but they are fully calculated, they will only be on the throne for a few decades. After that, who can guarantee that the next one, the next one, will still be a wise prince?

　　Rich but three generations.

　　In the end, you still have to come back and clean up the mess yourself.

　　Countless days and nights.

　　In countless days, he worked conscientiously, only for the prosperity and stability of Daqin.

　　However, in the end, is it just a screw in the state machine that can be used for a long time?

　　I don't know when, when it's corrupted and can't be used, it's thrown away with a bang?

　　Like throwing away an abandoned part?

　　"Your Majesty... Your Majesty!"

　　Fang Xuanling's voice became louder, interrupting Mo Zhe's thoughts again.