A million ways to survive in the dungeon

boring!

bored to death!

Damn it, why is it so boring? !

After closing the folder-shaped memorial, Situ Xing yawned.

After Situ Zhou died, Jin Ge, who served as regent, hurried to the border to pick up Situ Xing.

But the problem is, if your king dies, then you will die. Then what should happen to the country will still happen, and you will not betray your king's face.

No, the internal affairs in eastern Sichuan have been squeezed for nearly ten days. As soon as Situ Xing came back, the first thing he did was learn to deal with these trivial matters.

Managing a country is not about sitting on the throne and posing.

Officials did not have the right to deal with many matters, so the king had to decide them himself.

Among them, there are many details, which can even be said to be trivial things.

As a king, you must have the ability to handle these things correctly and quickly.

"Ah~ah~ finally done~" Situ Xing stretched as if relieved.

After six consecutive hours of intense review, the piles of completed memorials on both sides of the seats had become so large that the servants had to use a dump truck to load them away.

He never thought that as soon as he stood up, he heard a snap.

Looking closely, he saw Jin Ge lying on the rocking chair behind him, his eyes covered with two pieces of cucumber. Without even looking at him, he slapped Situ Xing on the buttocks with the pointer.

"Ouch WDNMD why did you hit me?"

Jin Ge said lazily: "What you just approved was only the document on the first day after your father passed away. If you look at it today, it has been eleven days since your father passed away."

Hearing this, Situ Xing's face suddenly froze.

"Hey...hey! Old man Ginger, you, you, you...what are you talking about?"

Jin Ge didn't reply to him, but just drew circles with the pointer in his hand.

【Space transfer】

A thud.

A sea of ​​memorials fell from the sky, crushing the table in front of Situ Xing.

The memorials were piled up to five meters square and six to seven meters high, almost touching the ceiling.

Situ Xing's eyes almost popped out of his sockets.

Jin Ge said leisurely: "Total all of them, there are three and a half tons of memorials in total. You have to approve all of them. Of course, the new memorials that arise during the review period must also be approved.

Well, I've done the math and I estimate that you will have to approve about six tons of memorials. "

Situ Xing: "..."

"Can... memorials be measured in tons?"

Looking at the memorials that were squeezed into a sea, Situ Xing was afraid.

This this…

"I might as well go back to the fucking frontier!" As he said this, he wanted to escape out the door.

[Apocryphal Code * Space Cutoff]

Unexpectedly, Situ Xing failed to cross the open door and ran straight into a transparent wall.

The towering bridge of his nose was almost broken by the impact.

"This is advanced space magic. I imitated it from some great superpower."

Jin Ge's cold voice sounded from behind.

Situ Xing turned around stiffly in despair, and saw Jin Ge opening a piece of cucumber on the rocking chair, sneering at himself and saying:

"Although the power is not even 10% of the original version, it is not something you can break through. By the way, six sides of this house have been covered."

After saying that, Jinge clicked lightly like the Balala little devil fairy.

[Apocrypha*lowest level gravity control]

"Ugh!"

Situ Xing was pulled back to his chair by an inexplicable force on the spot.

[Apocryphal Code*Lowest Level Space Confinement]

Situ Xing felt as if there were several thick and transparent hemp ropes binding him to the chair.

Situ Xing, who was sweating profusely, clearly saw Jin Ge standing up from the rocking chair, eating the cucumber slices used to apply to his eyes, and walking towards him with a devilish smile.

"You are not allowed to leave your seat until the approval is completed."

Situ Xing: "..."

"No! Help! Dad!!!!"

Deep in the palace, Situ Xing's screams resounded.

But because Ginger had greeted him in advance, everyone who heard him pretended not to hear and turned a deaf ear.

…the other side…

"Oh? Is this where the strongest of you humans gather? The scenery is nice."

Following Zhao Aotian to the King of War Gate, Zheng Kun put his hands in his pockets and looked at everything around him with a curious expression.

"You humans?"

Zhao Aotian looked at Zheng Kun behind him strangely.

Zheng Kun shrugged: "I mean us humans."

Zhao Aotian wrinkled one eye.

What a strange guy, worthy of being Zheng Qian’s brother.

Speaking of which, his arrogant posture with his hands in his pockets and his feet raised up was really carved in the same mold as Zheng Qian.

"By the way, what do you usually do?" Zheng Kun smiled and sat on the edge of the artificial lake. He asked while looking around, as if he was full of curiosity about everything.

Zhao Aotian sighed and held up the weapon rack that was blown down by the wind: "Everyone has been distracted recently. Otherwise, they are giving advice to the disciples, reviewing some business documents, and practicing on their own when they are free."

"Yeah?"

Zheng Kun was a little confused and asked: "What is a disciple?"

"You don't even know this?"

"I have lived in a foreign country since I was a child."

"No, no, no, even if it's a foreign country..." Zhao Aotian thought for a while and felt that he shouldn't deny him. It was too rude, so he changed his words and explained: "It's just a weaker person who wants to become a strong one, so he follows me and learns. .”

"In short, he is a weakling?" Zheng Kun's smile faded by three points.

Zhao Aotian nodded: "Although there are some discrepancies, that's probably what it means."

This made Zheng Kun even more curious: "It's strange, you are the strong one, why don't you think about how to surpass the stronger ones, but instead waste your time teaching the weak to become stronger?"

This made Zhao Aotian even more confused.

What country did this guy live in before? Why don't you even have such a bit of common sense?

"Because we are human beings, what matters is not the individual, but the collective. We cannot be complacent just because we are strong. Everyone grows up through learning, and naturally we have the obligation to pass on what we have learned to the next generation."

"Huh? Really?"

When Zheng Kun heard this, his eyes were filled with confusion.

He muttered in a voice that only he could hear: "Humans are really strange creatures, but they are more interesting than I thought."

Instead, he patted his butt and jumped out of the artificial lake: "So, Zhao Diaotian, what do you want me to do?"

"It's Zhao Aotian."

Zhao Aotian rolled his eyes: "Well, it's your first day here, and it's Lao Zheng's brother. In theory, you should be allowed to adapt to the environment first.

But I will open the door and recruit people again the day after tomorrow.

If you don't mind, how about doing some hygiene with me these two days? "

Zheng Kun raised his eyebrows.

oh?

Doing hygiene?

good! I like this human being!

Damn, I've been thinking since I walked in, this place is a mess, and if this human doesn't clean it up immediately, I'm still thinking about killing him.

did not expect…

Haha, good, good, very good.

Zheng Kun felt a million relieved at this moment.

Even Zheng Qian didn't know that Zheng Kun actually had severe mysophobia.

It doesn't matter in the Demon God Realm. After all, the rest index of the Demon God Realm is too low. The dust is actually "fiction" in nature, a product of imagination and not a real existence.

So in the demon world, it doesn't matter if Zheng Kun gets dirty.

But the human world is different.

The human world's sleepiness index is the most standard 1.0. In the human world, except for the soles of his shoes, Zheng Kun may tremble on the spot if even a speck of dust gets on his body.

"A very tasteful choice, Zhao Diaotian, I like you very much."

"Uh no, my name is Zhao Aotian."

Before Zhao Aotian could react, Zheng Kun waved his hand and took out two sets of brand-new aprons, sleeves, head wraps, four rags, and two large buckets.

Zheng Kun, who had a gloomy temperament, suddenly became excited.

"Leave the outside to me, Dickian, and you go do the indoors."

With that said, Zheng Kun threw half of the tools to Zhao Aotian and ran to the faucet to fetch water.

Looking at the tool in his hand, Monk Zhao Aotian was confused for a moment.

Why did this guy suddenly become more passionate than Bo Renzhuan?

"By the way, my name is Zhao Aotian. Did you do it on purpose?"

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