At this moment, the young man nodded.
Sister Zhou's head fell to the ground.
Sister Zhou's face was deathly pale. It didn't look fake.
In the live broadcast room, countless people did not dare to breathe.
There were even die-hard fans who had already closed their eyes.
"Meng Tian, put away your sword." His voice was cold and murderous.
The burly man who was about to attack instantly withdrew his copper sword.
"Young Master, this woman's origins are unknown. If she wasn't an assassin, how could she wear such strange clothes into the palace? They must be assassins sent by the Six Nations." Meng Tian said softly.
"No worries." The noble youth raised his hand.
"Yes!" Meng Tian cupped her hands and retreated.
At this moment, the live broadcast room exploded.
Xianyang Palace.
Meng Tian?
The king's funeral?
Numb.
The entire live broadcast room went numb.
The number of viewers in Sister Zhou's live broadcast room was close to three million.
Everyone was spamming the bullet screen like crazy.
"King Zhuang Xiang of Qin, Bintian, when the Ancestral Dragon ascended the throne! Old woman, you're too f * cking stupid!"
"I'm numb. Is the Ancestral Dragon that handsome?”
"Ying Zheng ascended the throne at the age of thirteen.”
"I'm about to pee. Is the Ancestral Dragon's aura so awesome at the age of thirteen?”
"Ancestral Dragon! Ancestral Dragon! Ancestral Dragon!"
"F * ck, f * ck…"
"Impossible, absolutely impossible. You actually believe in transmigration? This must be the script."
"Old woman, you're really willing to spend money!”
The live broadcast room was filled with rockets and gifts.
Under the impact of the gifts in the live broadcast room, his popularity doubled again.
Sister Zhou was still celebrating her survival.
Stomp!
The young man stepped forward.
He lifted Sister Zhou's chin.
Sister Zhou was still in a daze.
"A person who descends from the heavens must have auspicious signs. It just so happens that I lack a maid by my side.”The fairy-like youth spoke gently.
That appearance.
His gentle tone instantly intoxicated Sister Zhou.
"F * ck, old woman, why are you so infatuated now? The Ancestral Dragon asked you to be his maid. Hurry up and die!!!”
" Nodding!"
The bullet screen instantly brought Sister Zhou back to her senses.
After he reacted, he nodded his head vigorously.
As long as he could survive.
"Are you really a person who descended from the heavens?" Meng Tian asked in a low voice as she guarded the young man.
Sister Zhou was so frightened that she trembled and said,"A bolt of lightning struck my head, and I came over.”
"What's your name?" Meng Tian's voice was like muffled thunder, causing one's ears to ring.
Sister Zhou immediately replied,"Zhou…I'm Shu…Shuyi!"”
He wanted to say that his name was Zhou Shuyi.
However, the bullet screen kept reminding him.
"Qin destroyed two weeks!"
"Surnamed Zhou will definitely die. Old woman, just say that your name is Shuyi!”
"Shuyi, your name is not bad." The banished immortal youth withdrew his hand." Get up."”
Sister Zhou was really frightened.
When he got up, his legs were weak.
"The old woman is really soft. This time, she's probably scared out of her wits.”
"F * ck, I traveled to the State of Qin and almost died. Anyone would be scared silly.”
Since his life was no longer in danger, the live broadcast room began to flood with messages again.
Are you sure it's Ying Zheng?"
"Just let the old woman ask.”
"I'm stupid. Ask the Ancestral Dragon? Aren't you afraid of getting your head hurt?"
Sister Zhou didn't dare to either. No matter how much her brothers urged her, she didn't dare to.
At this moment, there were hurried footsteps outside the door.
"Take her to the side." The young man waved his hand and Meng Tian immediately brought Sister Zhou to a corner by the wall.
The guard made way again.
A group of people entered the room. They were silent and depressed.
"Grand Scribe." The youth nodded at the leader.
Seeing the person who had come, the beautiful woman who was originally by the bed was about to cry.
The young man stepped forward and pulled the beautiful woman, saying in a deep voice,""Mother, Wang Li has a law! Don't mess up!"
He waved at the old chamberlain.
The old chamberlain had already helped the person on the bed up.
The three old imperial physicians took turns to take the pulse and whispered to the Grand Scribe.
Grief and solemnity.
It was not until the Grand Scribe finished writing that he bowed to the youth and said,""The king is dead!"
"Woo!" The beautiful woman wailed and fell to the ground.
"The King of Qin has passed away!" the Grand Scribe stood up and shouted. Isn't it sad?"
The young man slowly closed his eyes as tears rolled down his face.
Boom!
Five hundred black ice platforms knelt down at the same time to see off the king of Qin.
Sister Zhou also knelt down.
It was silent, and only the beautiful woman's sorrowful cries could be heard.
The bullet screen was filled with tears.
"I don't know why, but I can't help but want to cry when I see this scene.”
"Is this Wang Li? I want to cry."
"Farewell, King Qin!"
"Xuan Prince's Will!" The chief historian suddenly announced solemnly.
The queen's sorrowful cries slowly stopped.
The bullet screen in the live broadcast room was empty. Everyone was waiting for the old historian to read it.
"King of Qin Ying Yiren's special order: This king knows that it won't be long, so I'll write a testament to announce it to the ministers! He ordered his eldest son, Liu Zheng, to be the new king and ascend the throne as the king of Qin. All the ministers assisted him. If anyone disobeyed, he would be killed without mercy!”
The wind and rain roared!
The young man slowly knelt down and kowtowed, saying firmly,"Your son, Ying Zheng, respectfully obeys your last will!"
Boom!
Sister Zhou's mind was blank as she looked up blankly.
Ancestral Dragon!
Ying Zheng!
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