Da Qin: Don’T Pretend, Your Father, I’M Qin Shihuang

"Where am I?"

Zhao Lang woke up and looked at the antique room beside him, as well as clothes that were obviously not modern. He was a little confused in his mind.

"Didn't I get hit by a truck? How come I'm here...his!!!"

Suddenly a flash of memory flooded Zhao Lang's heart.

After digesting this memory, Zhao Lang showed a wry smile on his face.

"Even through?!"

As a fan of online literature, he quickly adapted to this kind of thing.

Zhao Lang looked at the memory he had just obtained.

The original body of this body was also called Zhao Lang, but it was a bit silly, so there was not much information.

All I know is that this is China, he is the son of a wealthy landlord.

I accidentally fell down two days ago and bumped my head.

Zhao Lang was given a chance to come over.

"Anyway, I was alone in my last life, and I had nothing to worry about."

"After graduating for a few years, I can't even afford a toilet in the magic city, and it's not bad to be a rich man here."

Zhao Lang looked at the furnishings in the room, classical and generous, even if it is modern, it is not affordable for ordinary people.

Get out of bed slowly and walk to the bronze mirror in the house.

Suddenly, a young master Pianpian appeared in Zhao Lang's eyes.

"Fortunately, I have the 8-point handsomeness I had before."

Zhao Lang nodded in satisfaction.

At this moment, the door of the room was suddenly opened.

A majestic middle-aged man in black uniform walked in with an old man.

The old man saw Zhao Lang standing in the room, he hurried over to support Zhao Lang, and then muttered,

"My son, why did you get out of bed?"

Zhao Lang looked at the figure of the old man, recalled for a moment, and then he knew who the old man was.

"Fu Bo, I'm fine."

When Uncle Fu heard what Zhao Lang said, his face was taken aback, and then he said in surprise,

"The son...recognizes the old slave, and speaks smoothly!"

"You... your dementia is over!"

Uncle Fu quickly said to the middle-aged man on the side,

"Patriarch! Patriarch! The son's dementia is over!"

A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the majestic middle-aged man, and he asked in a deep voice.

"Lang'er, do you know who I am?"

Zhao Lang looked at this majestic middle-aged man, he hesitated, and called out a little jerky.

"father."

This is the father of the original owner.

It's just in memory that this father is often away from home, and he has never treated the original owner badly in Life.

If you own someone else's body, you won't lose out even if you call Dad.

Hearing the shout, the middle-aged man shook his whole body slightly, and there was a glimmer of tears in his eyes.

But he quickly closed the relationship, and then pretended to say indifferently,

"You fell down the day before yesterday, but you didn't expect that it would be a good thing to get rid of the dementia."

"You will have a good rest these few days."

Zhao Lang had no choice but to nod. He had always been alone in his previous life, and suddenly there was an extra dad, which is really unaccustomed.

But there are still some things he wants to figure out,

"Father, I have been a little confused all these years, I don't know what year it is now?"

Zhao Lang originally wanted to ask about the dynasty, but this was a bit too abrupt.

The middle-aged man hadn’t answered yet, the Fubo on the side said cheerfully,

"The son's dementia is good. It's normal if you don't know it, but you have to remember it in the future, otherwise you will be laughed at."

"It is now the 33rd year of Emperor Qin Shihuang's administration."

When Fubo talked about Emperor Qin Shihuang, his tone was full of pride.

The majestic middle-aged man on the side also nodded proudly.

When he heard the reply, Zhao Lang knew it.It turned out that he came to the Qin Dynasty.

The Qin Dynasty was also pretty good. The unification of the dynasty was a bit short-lived. After the death of Qin Wangzheng in 36 years, the world was in chaos.

Zhao Lang was startled suddenly, and asked in a somewhat incredulous manner.

"Fu Bo, how many years are you saying this year?"

Forber came back again,

"Qin Wangzheng for 33 years."

Zhao Lang's heart sank, and he couldn't help saying,

"It's over, there are only three good days left."

When the middle-aged man heard this, his face suddenly changed.

Uncle Fu also froze for a moment, and then quickly said,

"The son is talking nonsense again."

"You have the blessing of the Patriarch, and you will be rich in your life! Wu You is carefree!"

Hearing this answer, Zhao Lang just wanted to burst into tears.

Listen! Listen!

That rich! Wu You carefree!

These two words sound like eating popsicles under the scorching sun, refreshing!

It's like a shiver after a long battle, unobstructed!

But the more so, the more uncomfortable he felt.

Such a good day can only last three years, so who is not uncomfortable?

At this time, the middle-aged man on the side frowned and asked,

"Lang'er, what are you talking about?"

Zhao Lang also knew that he had missed his mouth, and was thinking of how to find a reason to fool it. Two choices suddenly appeared in front of him.

"The god-level selection system has been activated."

"One: fabricate a reason to reward ten thousand liang of gold."

"Two: Tell the real reason, and reward special soldiers for their physique!"

Zhao Lang was stunned for a moment, and he had already reacted in his heart.

"Through the necessary system!"

Looking at the choices in front of him, Zhao Lang thought quickly.

"Although Golden Million Liang is very good, but the troubled times are approaching, no matter how much money it is, it can't be held without force, and the family doesn't seem to be short of money."

"The physique of the special forces is different. In an era when a cold can be fatal, a strong physique is king."

Moreover, it is better to say late than early, and you can also prepare the family early.

Zhao Lang made a decision, took a breath, and slowly said,

"Father, in three years, the world will be in chaos!"

Hearing this, the eyes of the middle-aged man suddenly opened, and Fubo even turned pale, and quickly said,

"My son, did you have your dementia again? Patriarch, my son didn't mean that."

The middle-aged man’s eyes changed a few times, and then he said in a deep voice,

"You go out first."

"Yes, Patriarch."

Uncle Fu didn't dare to defy, but before leaving, he gave Zhao Lang a worried look.

There were only two people left in the room. The middle-aged man took a deep look at Zhao Lang and said,

"You have been suffering from dementia since you were a child, and Life is in this village. Don't you think that this tyrant Qin should be countered and the tyrant of Qin Huang should be blamed?"

When the middle-aged man said this, his eyes were a little bit sad and cold.

Nowadays, although the world has been settled in Da Qin, there are Huns outside to spy on the continent of God, and remnants from the six nations are waiting for the opportunity.

It's not peaceful.

None of these things can shake his mind.

But today, he received news from Uncle Fu that he, a child born with dementia, fell into a coma after a fall.

He felt that he owed the child before, and after handling the government affairs, he rushed over.

Unexpectedly, the first thing his son did after he became sober was to kill his father and destroy Qin.

How sad is this feeling?

Because he is Qin Shihuang!

Qin Shihuang had made up his mind, and after he left here, he would thoroughly investigate the whole village!

His son has been with dementia since he was a child, and he will have this kind of thought after he wakes up. It must be often mentioned by people around him.

Zhao Lang didn't realize it at this time. With a word of his word, he put the lives of the entire village on the tip of a knife.

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