The temple.

Looking at the silent Lao Zhu, Su Chen's mouth raised.

I couldn't help but feel happy, "It seems that I was shocked, but it's okay. This guy has been a little bit arrogant recently...

It’s good to give him some motivation, so I can save all day long and think that the best in the world!

Excessive pride is not enough.”

At this time, on the light curtain, in the small world of Qin, as Su Chen said, Ying Zheng chose the second one.

But if you want to talk about the two Ying Zhengs, who is the most powerful than domineering?

I can only say that the two are win-win!

Under the oppression of the main world, Ying Zheng of the small world had no choice but to give two choices, which was already a disguised surrender.

But from another perspective, Ying Zheng was forced to make a choice.

No one wins and loses, and who is better or who is better. Because of the special relationship between the two worlds, it is not an exaggeration to say that they are alone.

It is not easy to have a clear distinction between yourself and who wins and who loses!

Of course, it means people who are destined to be extraordinary, and their minds and courage are awesome to the end, such as Ying Zheng.

If you are an ordinary person, you will definitely be completely abused when you are still facing yourself, you will definitely be in trouble.

Ying Zheng's confrontation with himself ended in a win-win situation.

The world of Daqin does not interfere with the decision-making and development of the small world, and it is necessary to discuss and decide on issues related to future heavens and interests.

But in the development of the Great Qin in the heavens and all worlds, the small world unconditionally obeys and supports them.

Of course, the future of the Great Qin Dynasty in the Heavens is likely to be as strong as Su Chen said, every small world may be as strong as the main world.

If the entire Qin universe is launched in full swing, perhaps any of the heavenly dynasties will be their opponents.

Small world.

Outside Xianyang City, Daqin.

In a quiet manor.

A young man wearing a purple long gown, holding a roll of ancient books in his hand, standing under the tree, looking at the falling leaves, wondering what he was thinking.

This young man is no one else, he is Han Feizi, one of the seven sons of the pre-Qin Dynasty!

The Nine Young Masters of Korea!

"Brother Jiu, what are you thinking?"

In a pink dress, the innocent Honglian jumped in front of Han Fei and said.

Upon hearing this, Han Fei sighed and said, "Suddenly I remembered that in ancient times, there was a big tung man who regarded eight thousand years as spring and eight thousand years as autumn.

The Spring and Autumn Period is timed by thousands of years, what a great power…”

"ah?"

Honglian looked at Han Fei with a puzzled look, and seemed not to understand what he was saying.

Looking at the sister in front of him, Han Fei shook his head and smiled, saying:

"Why didn't you practice swords with Wei Zhuang today?"

"Uh, this..."

When asked, Honglian's face turned red and she was a little confused. She didn't know how to answer. Can she say that Wei Zhuang was too strict and she couldn't stand it anymore?

But I thought that I wanted to learn it by myself at the beginning, but now I give up halfway, so I feel a little embarrassed.

"A person who can't even hold the sword is learning martial arts, and is sending her to death."

At this moment, Wei Lao Er, wearing a gold suit, walked coolly from a distance with a shark-toothed sword.

"No, I, I'm just tired and need a rest..."

As he said that, Honglian bent down, supported her knees with both hands, and looked like she was very tired. This drama artist's performance made Han Fei's head full of black lines.

"Puff!"

At this time, a chuckle sounded.

The purple girl in purple clothes walked out of the room with wine. In the cottage on one side, Nong Yu sat down with Changqin on her back.

"Dong!"

"Dongdong!"

A knock on the door sounded.

The young man Zhang Liang, dressed in Confucian scholar, also walked in and smiled gently, "Everyone is here?"

"Hmm? What's wrong with Your Highness Honglian?"

As the boy Zhang Liang said, he saw Honglian looking very angry and glaring at everyone.

"Why do you have time to come today?" Han Fei looked at Zhang Liang and said.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Liang smiled bitterly and shook his head, then looked at Han Fei, and said, "It's still the same thing as before. He is ranked as the third minister and is the position of the Censor."

"This is the sixth time Ying Zheng has come to invite you, are you planning to refuse?"

Wei Lao Er held a silver wine pot and leaned against the trunk of the old tree, looking at Han Fei at the squint.

When the purple girl on the side heard this, she opened her mouth but said nothing, but a look of worry appeared in her eyes.

The sixth time!

They didn't know if Ying Zheng's patience would be smoothed out, and Han Fei might die by then.

"Now, several people in the court have asked you to be executed. I am worried that his patience will be limited, then..." Zhang Liang said.

"I have put my death aside..."

As he said that, Han Fei seemed to have thought of something, looked at the gloomy sky above his head, and said, "It's just Honglian, I'll ask you in the future."

"Brother Jiu, you..." Honglian was about to speak.

But at this moment, a cold voice suddenly rang out.

"South Korea has been destroyed, meaningless persistence can only be exchanged for cheap chips of death."

"Who?!"

The sudden sound made the people in the courtyard feel nervous.

Weizhuang, the purple girl came to Han Fei almost instantly and stared at the gate. A burly figure stood in the wind and fallen leaves.

"Click!"

A thunder flashed by, illuminating the figure.

The person who came was not someone else, but Weizhuang. He hesitated for a long time and finally came.

"Who are you?"

I saw Weizhuang who suddenly appeared.

The white hair on his head was vaguely similar to Wei Zhuang beside him. However, at this time, the most shocking thing was Wei Laoer himself.

Especially after seeing the shark teeth in Weizhuang's hand again, Wei Laoer's heart had already stirred up storms.

"That sword is shark teeth that can't be wrong!"

Wei Laoer looked at the shark teeth on his hand and murmured in his heart: "But how is this possible? Who is he..."

"Hey, who are you? Don't you know that you can't break into other people's residences!"

At this time, Hong Lian, who was still rude and ruthless princess, said, and was about to rush forward, but was stopped by Zhang Liang, who was keen to observe.

At the same time, protecting Honglian with a solemn expression, he also noticed the shark-toothed sword in the hand of the mysterious man in front of him.

It also looks like the person's outfit and hair color coincide with Wei Zhuang.

His heart was also full of doubts at this moment.

"Brother Weizhuang, is this your twin brother?"

Han Fei seemed to be unaware of his vigilance and came to Wei Laoer carelessly and said heartlessly: "But it looks quite similar.

The color of hair, eyes, and sword on your face and hands are the same!”

Han Fei said, while hooking up Wei Laoer's shoulders, without any concern about Wei Laoer's already gray face.

rub!

A cold light flashed by.

The next moment, the shark teeth were already on Han Fei's neck.

Immediately afterwards, Wei Laoer's cold voice sounded, "If you want to have less parts on your body, I don't recommend helping you!"

"Uh, don't be impulsive, I'm just kidding, haha..."
To be continued...