I, the Prince of Qin

　　"If this is a game, I want to say, it's pretty good, it's very real, it's more effective than making a few sets of vulgar horror movies. If it's that kind of pure horror scene, within a minute, it will be blown away by me. See through."

　　"Cough, cough, cough..." Qianye coughed so much that tears came out, looking pitiful: "Your Majesty, what are you talking about..."

　　"I'll play this game with you. I won't overturn the chessboard, because the future you showed me is entirely possible, and even something I have to face."

　　"If I can't go on this road, from the beginning, I will not have the qualification to inherit the throne of the First Emperor!"

　　Mo Zhe raised his head and finally glanced at the countless empty crystal coffins in the Lishan Mausoleum.

　　He patted Qianye on the shoulder: "Let's go, follow me back to the palace, 'Qianfei'."

　　Qianye was grabbed by Mo Zhe's shoulders, turned his head, and stared at Mo Zhe's face, as if it was the first time he knew the boy in front of him, or, the first time, he really knew him.

　　After that, Mo Zhe returned to the past, when he was in high spirits and worked hard.

　　Vigorously rectify the dynastic framework, eliminate accumulated malpractices, face the reality of withering talents, and actively promote and cultivate new talents.

　　With both kindness and power to the outside world, it won't be long before the prosperous times of Great Qin will come again.

　　In the harem, Mo Zhe did not shy away from Qianye.

　　In Qianfei's bedroom, Mo Zhe was still like the first time, he just stayed here, chatting and having fun, eating when he should, drinking when he should, and thoroughly.

　　After another turbulent time, Qianye panted and held up Mo Zhe's head, which was buried in his chest with some anger: "I said that last time, and now I'm not ashamed, you want to take the opportunity. Do you take advantage of my sister and me?"

　　Since the last time, after returning from Lishan Mausoleum, Qianye's tone has slowly changed.

　　Maybe he felt that there was no need to continue to pretend.

　　Mo Zhe squeezed her wrist and pressed her hands above her head.

　　The elasticity of the chest is shocking.

　　Mo Zhe raised his eyebrows slightly when he watched Qianye being penetrated.

　　"I just want to tell you that you think too much that you can corrupt and control me in this way."

　　Qianye bit Mo Zhe's shoulder with his teeth and smiled, expressing acceptance of the challenge.

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　　ps: may be updated later in the evening.

Chapter 180 Chapter [-] The Crown of the Son of Heaven

　　In the fantasy world of the black goat, time passes.

　　The illusory time actually washes away the human soul.

　　Mo Zhe was alone on the throne, guarding the Great Qin Empire.

　　A hundred years, a thousand years...

　　In the vicissitudes of life, things are right and wrong, only the kingdom is eternal.

　　I have experienced the days of decadence, doubt, dissatisfaction, resentment, self-abandonment, loss of emotion, and walking dead.

　　Live up to the first emperor's entrustment.

　　Qianye didn't give up and kept trying to pollute Mo Zhe's spirit.

　　Amplify any negative emotions, let thinking gradually lead to a dead end, and inflate self-interest and even exceed national interests.

　　Amplify the corruption of power on people to the extreme.

　　But these methods were all cracked by Mo Zhe one by one.

　　Offensive and defensive staggered, in a blink of an eye for thousands of years.

　　They have been enemies for thousands of years, and friends and lovers for thousands of years.

　　The two sides were still on guard against each other, and Qianye was still trying to find an opportunity for Mo Zhe, but in the end, whether it was for victory or just getting used to such a relationship, no one could tell.

　　Above Daqin, in the clouds, Mo Zhe was wearing the twelve chapters of the mysterious bird, sitting on the cloud, Qianye sat next to him, his long hair flying into the sea of ​​​​clouds.

　　"How, do you want to continue fighting?" Mo Zhe said.

　　"I really don't understand. Although you inherited the Qin Empire's throne, your spirit is just a human being. What is it that makes you persist to this point?" Qianye sighed, really convinced.

　　"Actually, it's not a perseverance." Mo Zhe played with the tentacles that stretched out from under Qianye's skirt.

　　At some point, Qianye, or in other words, Shabu Nicholas, has not even deliberately hidden his form.

　　But the female form in this fantasy is not the body at all.

　　In order to seduce Mo Zhe, and to communicate and seduce when necessary, Shab Nicholas created a human female image for himself, Qianye.

　　Possesses a human-like posture, can speak human language, and has human-like thinking.

　　In a way, a human incarnation of Shab Nicholas.

　　Naturally, also in the long days, there are some real human feelings.

　　Seeing that Mo Zhe was playing with his tentacles, Qianye reluctantly retracted the tentacles under his skirt: "I still don't understand, if they were normal people, they would have been numb, deteriorated, or even perverted."

　　When Qianye said this, the tone of exclamation was mostly, and even contained a hint of praise.

　　Mo Zhe stood up and looked down. Under the clouds, the land of Daqin, the magnificent city formed a circle on the ground, with people coming and going, and the lively scene of the bustling traffic seemed to be right in front of him.

　　"A long time ago, I took you to Lishan Mausoleum, remember?"

　　"Remember, you are still strangling my neck." Qianye joked, half-irritated.

　　"In the Lishan Mausoleum, many officials of Daqin are sleeping in ice, waiting to be awakened to serve the people until they die." Mo Zhe stared at the vast country without blinking: "That empty coffin is all A monument to a soul that bows to the essence and has no regrets."

　　"Before they were my important ministers of Qin, they were first of all, ordinary people. I'm just an ordinary person. If there is any difference, it's just that we have no regrets."

　　Mo Zhe stood on the cloud, white clouds swayed past him, and the clouds were boundless.

　　My heart is pure.

　　"Papapa!" "It's just a sentence without regrets!" Suddenly, there was a crisp applause between heaven and earth.

　　A majestic female voice seemed to come from all directions, from outside the world, breaking through the illusion.

　　Mo Zhe realized right away that this was the voice of the First Emperor.

　　Qianye raised his head slightly, not too surprised by the appearance of this voice.

　　With only some reluctant eyes, he looked at the young man standing beside him: "The fantasy is almost over, you have won."

　　Mo Zhe looked around. The clouds in the sky and the earth were all distorted and blurred. This spiritual world created by Shab Nicholas began to disintegrate rapidly.

　　Mo Zhe was stunned for a while, suddenly feeling a little uncomfortable.

　　This world is illusory, but it is real to myself who has been in it for thousands of years.

　　Looking at Qianye's slightly reluctant eyes, Mo Zhe couldn't help but let out an inexplicable sigh.

　　The woman in front of her, although she was an enemy, had lived together for thousands of years, and had become a husband and wife for thousands of years.

　　Many experiences cannot be simply summed up as unreal.

　　Mo Zhe walked over: "There is no fundamental conflict or irreconcilable conflict between me, Daqin, and the Outer God."

　　"This incident is an unexpected encounter. Maybe in the future, I will meet the Outer God and his family in other places."

　　"Based on your nature, it may not be easy to live peacefully."

　　"But if you can restrain some of your relatives, and I am a little more cautious in my contact with them, maybe I can find another way to get along, just like the two of us have done for thousands of years. "

　　Mo Zhe looked at Qianye in the illusion that was about to collapse, and said sincerely.

　　Outer gods, although the nature of their existence is chaos and destruction, the war with them is definitely a thankless thing.

　　The chaotic universe is boundless, and the family of the outer gods spreads all over the starry sky.They are the embodiment of the disorder of the universe. They can only be caught in an endless war of attrition, and they have no war interests.

　　A war without profit and huge losses can be avoided if it can be avoided.

　　Sooner or later, Da Qin will go to the universe, and the relationship with the outer gods is a hurdle that cannot be avoided.

　　Qianye blinked helplessly: "The me in front of you is just an incarnation of Shab Nicholas' body. What I say doesn't necessarily count."

　　Mo Zhe smiled: "Try it, you won't lose anything."

　　Qianye smiled charmingly as usual, and walked over with a light gait: "Then, as the first step in a friendly negotiation, would you like to take a shot as a souvenir?"

　　Mo Zhe looked up at the sky that was constantly disintegrating into pieces: "Are you sure you want to be at this time? No, it's been thousands of years, and it's still not enough?"

　　Qianye licked his lips, wrapped his tentacles around Mo Zhe's waist, rolled them over, and respected them first:

　　"Little brother, elder sister, I am the mother goddess of countless outer gods and old rulers. Do you think this mere thousands of years can satisfy me?"

　　The space debris fell like crystal rain, Mo Zhe sighed: "Well, while you are still in human form... With the tentacles retracted, I have no interest in being caught behind."

　　"Huh--" The rays of light overflowed, and the Daqin Empire in the illusion turned into a powder of light and slowly disappeared into the void.

　　Overlord world.

　　Mo Zhe came back to his senses.

　　"Your Highness!"

　　"Your Highness! How are you!?"

　　"Aaaaa!?"

　　The voices of A Fang, Sima Yi, Kong Ming, Li Shuwen, Yu Ji, and little Tiamat rang out in unison.

　　It seems like a lifetime!

　　"I'm fine, everything is over." Mo Zhe looked at the familiar real people in front of him, thousands of years of memories in the fantasy world, but only a short moment in reality, just the moment when he met Shab Nicholas' eyes.

　　"Where's Shabu Nicholas!?" Yu Ji suddenly exclaimed.

　　Mo Zhe looked up and saw that in the Great Wall formed by the black bird's tail feathers, the body of Shabu Nicholas, who had been rushing in and out of the siege, suddenly became transparent.

　　Those surging thick tentacles no longer hit the Great Wall and stopped all aggressive behavior.

　　Above the sea of ​​tentacles, the huge woman's body looked back when it was about to disappear.

　　Qianye's familiar, helpless smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

　　In the blink of an eye, the sea of ​​tentacles that covered the entire sky and the huge female body disappeared without a trace.