I, Xianyue, Qin Shi Huang

Qiankun Cosmic Feng smoothly integrated into Zhao Zheng’s body, becoming the second organ next to the heart, that is, the second node that provides magic.

As Zhao Zheng thought, Qiankun Cosmic Front’s adaptability to his body was very high, and the Xuan Bird bloodline in his body was also active as if he had been stimulated by something.

The energy released by the Qiankun cosmic front can be called the second small sun, and the action of the Xuan Bird swallowing the sun seems reckless, but it is actually very stable, and the Xuan Bird of the Qin Kingdom does not refer to the swallow, but refers to the bird shape occasionally formed when a large area of black spots appear in the center of the sun.

That’s right, for Zhao Zheng, this is a concept that is not very clear, but slightly heard.

Sunspot.

This is the true face of the blood of Zhao Zheng Xuanjiao, in the legend degree can be transformed into real power, the legendary fantasy species will appear because of the power itself, Zhao Zheng did not take long to understand his connection with the sun.

Why is it that as an atavistic descendant of the genho bird, even surpassing himself, he is so strong, the owner exaggerates the magic power that no one can match, because it is something related to the sun.

Type Moon will make magic power its own small source and the big source of the outside world, then for Zhao Zheng, the big source sun of the outside world will open the external hanging for him and give him the greatest authority.

His own small source makes him a small sun himself.

Therefore, although it is not obvious on the surface, under the surface of his human being, he is actually a hanging wall.

Although he had struggled with the fact that he was still not human, it didn’t take long for the king of Tonglai to open the question.

An unknown King Arthur is obviously the son of the red dragon, isn’t he also a human being, and those who are entangled in details are stupid!

In this case, the act of swallowing the sun by the Xuan Bird is not so much devouring as it is fusion, and the compatibility between Qiankun Cosmic Front’s own and Zhao Zheng and the fate with the Xuan Bird’s bloodline maximize the existence of Zhao Zheng itself, suppressing the erosion of mercury and the impact of information flow.

Even Qiankun Cosmic Feng’s own brilliance dimmed a lot, and all of this energy was used for Zhao Zheng’s evolution.

Under the huge energy that was enough to burn Zhao Zheng himself to ashes, Zhao Zheng’s magical cells began to completely smash their own transformation, and mercury was smoothly integrated into it, no longer the previous fury, and the information flow of Daqin also naturally shuttled through its kind, without causing the slightest pressure.

In the light, Zhao Zheng, who was located inside his mercury shell, fell into a deep sleep.

When he wakes up, a new world awaits him.

A week had passed since the second day of Tiancun, and with Zhao Zheng announcing in advance, Daqin was still turning methodically like a machine.

As long as Zhao Zheng gave the order, even if he waited for the end and future in endless time, no courtier would complain in the slightest.

But in those old days, there was always an indifferent and majestic presence on the square platform, which was empty, only a scroll folded on it, which was re-presented in the past few days.

Although no one used it for several days, it was still not contaminated with the slightest dust, as a starship, the automatic cleaning function of Xianyang Palace made Zhao Zheng’s palace less than a lot of people, plus he himself did not need anyone to serve, so as the most noble person in Daqin, Zhao Zheng lived in a very deserted place.

But he also enjoys it, because even if he wants to relax himself, he can only be alone, he is the perfect king, not a duty imposed on him by others, but his own faith and responsibility.

He cannot have any close friends, he cannot have weak emotions, and once these things exist, no matter how wise a king, he will have weaknesses.

Zhao Zheng did not allow himself to have flaws, and if he had flaws, there were flaws in the Qin State.

Carrying all his people, he could not tolerate this responsibility on his body, although he was very willful, sometimes did not want to work, and would lie in bed doing nothing for up to five minutes, although he was very domineering, no matter how heartfelt his courtier, if his actions and loyalty angered him, Zhao Zheng would also put him in prison.

But he is a king, he has to be responsible to his people, no matter what the way, no matter whether it is a human burning or a wandering star crisis ahead, he will lead the Qin Kingdom on a journey.

The empty king was just a clown, and Zhao Zheng’s only weakness was the Qin State itself.

As a centralized system, because Zhao Zheng did not give any goals when he was not a person this time, but only explained that he would do his own things, so Zhao Zheng needed to make decisions about the remaining remnants of the Six Kingdoms, about new scientific and technological developments, and whether to carry out interstellar development.

If Zhao Zheng gives the order to conquer, then before his return, these twists and turns will be automatically classified into the central processing system, and will develop in the direction he has set to carry out interstellar colonization.

When the Qin Kingdom lost its king, it had this ability and courage. The girl’s white dress straps swung with her running, and they were also slightly drunk in the light that specially shone into Xianyang Palace, exuding a pleasant aroma and beautiful light and shadow.

Jing Ke jumped in, and the cold and fierce girl who was cold and fierce had turned into a harmless little rabbit.

Although Zhao Zheng had not yet issued an order to dispose of her, he gave Jing Ke many permissions, including freedom to travel to Xianyang Palace.

This is an honor that no one has ever received, and Jing Ke doesn’t know why, the girl sat on the square platform where Zhao Zheng was sitting, stretched out her hand, and looked at her cardamom-colored nails.

The slender little hands were white and smooth, like some delicate work of art, but Jing Ke just sighed, pressed his face to the wooden square platform, and let his hair hang down and spill in front of his eyes.

She didn’t know why Zhao Zheng was so tolerant of her, gave her answers to questions, and released her like a pet, but she never had any purpose.

Even flirting is limited to lip service, and busy kings rarely have time to relax, and rarely show any other desires, eat, sleep, and are not needed.

Only one by one, the folds slipped on the wooden square platform like flowing water, and the most common way to get along between the two was Jing Ke, holding a bowl and eating next to him, and Zhao Zheng was expressionless to correct the official documents.

The girl had never seen these exquisite things, shouting ‘delicious’ over and over again, and Jing Ke did not have any adjectives to express the feeling of happiness in her heart.

Zhao Zheng, on the other hand, never showed dissatisfaction, and when the girl showed the desire to eat a plate, he always stopped the movement in his hand and called the girl another plate.

In this way, a plate of egg tarts, Jing Ke ate for three days before retracting some, Zhao Zheng was still sitting next to him, and he didn’t even ask why he ate egg tarts.

The girl also seriously thought about these problems, because hibiscus lotus soup is the most flavorful when eaten by themselves, and egg tarts are to share with others when the aroma is emitted, and everyone eats together, otherwise it is better not to eat.

When Jing Ke told Zhao Zheng these things, Zhao Zheng’s expression still did not fluctuate, but he nodded, opened the next official document, and at the same time opened his mouth and ate the egg tart that the girl stuffed into his mouth.

What is the atmosphere between the two?

The girl assassin who had never been in love had completely forgotten her duty, rummaging through all kinds of books in the library of Xianyang Palace to find answers.

Unfortunately, nothing was found, but when she returned to the main hall of Xianyang Palace in frustration, Zhao Zheng glanced up at the girl, and then the act of holding her eyes made the girl understand.

This is not love, but a desire for something other than loneliness, I don’t know why, Zhao Zheng has an inexplicable familiarity and recognition of himself that he should never have seen, just like a cardboard box where a cat lives, even if he is given a big villa and countless toys, he still stubbornly returns to the shabby cardboard box and shrinks inside.

I don’t know what the reason is, but I should be the worn cardboard box, right? Jing Ke glanced at his not amazing, but not barren figure and beautiful face, thought about it, and felt that he should be a simple cardboard box.

So, Zhao Zheng, when will you come back, I kind of want to eat egg tarts.

The girl closed her eyes and sighed, her neat eyelashes shining beautifully in the moonlight.

She sat here for another full day, the seventh time.

And above, in the giant cocoon that emitted silver light, a tiny crack appeared.

(Wow, it’s over, I feel that the handsome girl assassin is written by me as a soft girl, but if you think about it, it seems to be good?) ）