"Daily Challenges of the Great Emperor" Author: Musuli
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Years ago, Kevin, who had just joined the Reserve Corps, was entrusted with taking care of a child during spring break.
Many years later, Kevin, the commander of the Bronze Army who "resurrected from the dead", returned to the royal city, and the person in power has changed.
The good friend gloated: "Stupid, I heard that you beat His Majesty several times when he was seven or eight years old."
Kevin didn't take it seriously: "It's been an old account for so many years, I must have forgotten it long ago."
Oswald: "The person you admire, to me, is like a shadow of my childhood."
Kevin choked on a sip of red wine.
Oswald propped his chin, and said casually: "But now, the power I hold is already above him, how should I repay..."
Kevin: "…………………"
Question: I beat up a brat when I was young, and now that brat is the boss, how long can I live
Answer: After a good meal, you can go on the road.
Note: Nonsense in another world, no textual research, 1vs1, Austrian Gong Kevin Shou, he.
Content tags: Under the strong and strong years, the Marquis of the palace, the other world continent
Protagonist: Kevin, Oswald┃ Supporting role: etc.┃ Others: Qiangqiang, Western Fantasy, Nonsense, Magic
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Bronze Army Commander Kevin died in the desert seven years ago, and came back to life seven years later in the dense forest. He returned to the royal city, only to find that the person in power had changed. The new emperor is young, tall and handsome. Unfortunately, he happens to be the brat Kevin beat up more than ten years ago. At the same time as the friends reunited, a strange disease swept half the continent, which involved a series of conspiracies and suspense. The journey of flying dog jumping has begun. The setting of the text is novel, the narrative is humorous, and the writing style is fluent. The interaction between the protagonists is witty and interesting, and the plot is full of thrills and suspense. It is about soldiers and about love. It is a story that can be watched.
Volume 1: The Kneeling Lion Under the Vines
Chapter 1
Northern Emerald New Calendar 721st, May, Andoha dense forest.
This is the last late night of spring, and the longest period of miasma in the eastern part of the mainland has just ended, and few living things are willing to come out of their nests.
Because of the extraordinarily quiet environment, the slight movement in the depths of the dense forest seemed extraordinarily abrupt.
It was a lion digging mud.
It looked thinner and smaller than ordinary lions, and seemed to be underage. Its shoulders were bowed and its buttocks were pouting. There were scratches all over its body, some of which had festered, and the rotting flesh was mixed with pus and blood, exuding an indescribable smell.
But it didn't care about it, and just swept away the mosquitoes and flies close to it with its mud-rolled tail from time to time, and its two weak front paws flew up and down, and soon dug a big hole in the mud.
It let out a grunt from the bottom of its throat, looking excited and full of expectations for the food under the mud, after all, it has been hungry for too long...
Just when it couldn't help but lift its tail up to the sky, its front paws digging into the wet mud suddenly touched something.
Hearing a metallic sound of "ding—", its claws were trembling, and it suddenly retracted.
lion:"… "
That's not the sound meat would make!
The lion stared at the mud pit in bewilderment, and its tail raised to the sky fell to the ground with a thud.
It hesitated for a long time, but finally succumbed to the craving, and bravely continued to plan.
After a while, the whole thing buried in the pit was revealed—
It was a monster in human form!
The reason why it is called a monster is because he has two big heads, and his head can't even be divided from the front to the back, just like a round and heavy melon. There are almost no white spots on his whole body, and he is covered with three layers of old mud everywhere... except for the hands folded on his chest.
Half of the metal armor was buckled on those hands, covering from the wrist to the base of the fingers, rusty and mottled, covered in wet mud, so black that the original color had long been lost. The only exposed front half of the finger was neither stained with dirt nor showed a trace of blood, it was so pale and clean that it was almost morbid.
Lions can't care about things like real, fake, fresh or not, as long as they can eat them!
It jumped to the monster's chest, and lowered its head to bite!
There was a soft sound of metal friction, and the pair of thin and sickly hands twitched suddenly. One hand pressed against its sharp teeth, and the other hand quickly touched behind it, stroking its buttocks without saying a word. Just a slap.