I crossed over and became the fate of the Qin Dynasty

Ying Zheng only felt that his eyelids seemed to be getting heavier and heavier, and he couldn't pull his hands back even if he wanted to, and his eyes were a little dazed when he looked at Chen Xuan.

"Chen Xuan, you cheated me again..."

Chen Xuan watched Ying Zheng fall down slowly, without even finishing his sentence.

"Boy Zheng, all this is for your own good..."

Chen Xuan looked around and waved his claws. There seemed to be something around, but there didn't seem to be many.

After doing all this, Chen Xuan looked at Ying Zheng who had fallen asleep in front of him, and slowly floated onto Ying Zheng's head, rubbed it twice, and then slowly disappeared, disappearing on Ying Zheng's head.

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Chapter 115: Lord Wu An?King Qin Zhaoxiang? ! (Please subscribe, please collect)

It was dark everywhere.

Ying Zheng slowly opened his eyes, and saw nothing but darkness.

"Chen Xuan?"

Ying Zheng's voice passed through the darkness, echoed, and then disappeared.

There seems to be nothing but darkness here.

Ying Zheng didn't know what this place was, but thought the grayness was so annoying.

"Chen Xuan? Hurry up and come out to me!"

Ying Zheng fumbled and stood up, as if there was a wall or something beside him, which gave Ying Zheng a little peace of mind.

No one responded.

Ying Zheng's voice still echoed here, no one, or anything cared about him, he disappeared into the darkness like a tiny thing.

Ying Zheng groped forward and walked forward.

He didn't know what this place was, he only knew that it was Chen Xuan who brought him in.

Now, he was wavering again, whether he should trust Chen Xuan or not.

But after all, it is a step by step.

Now he is still a child in front of Chen Xuan, there is no room for resistance.

Ying Zheng didn't want this, it couldn't be like this.

As Chen Xuan had always told him, he was the Son of Heaven, the only person who unified the whole of China, and nothing could surpass him, not even Chen Xuan himself.

The darkness seemed huge, and Ying Zheng walked for a long time without touching anything, only the wall beside him.

This piece of darkness seems to be very small, the sound is only confined here, not a single bit of it is transmitted out.

This seems to be a room, or a different kind of space.

Ying Zheng was holding on to the wall, as if he was spinning in circles, unable to get out or come back.

"when……"

A bell seemed to ring in the distance, drawing Ying Zheng's attention.

"when……"

It was the bell again, and it seemed to be accompanied by other different sounds.

Ying Zheng stopped, stood where he was, and listened carefully with his ears pricked up. He vaguely heard the sound of weapons, the mighty formation of the army, and, as well as a tragic mourning.

"...Join the old Qin, let's go to the national crisis together, Jiujiu the old Qin, restore our country....The world is in turmoil, how can we get peace!...Who will fight..."

Ying Zheng seemed to have heard this kind of mourning before, and it was the eve before Qin and Zhao had ever confronted each other, and Ying Zichu led him outside Xianyang city to hear it.

That is the knife that Chen Xuan told him, and he is also the person who supports him the most now, bar none.

"when……"

Another bell rang, but the wail seemed to disappear, but it was accompanied by a roar of a dragon and a roar of a tiger, which made Ying Zheng hear it clearly.

"...Does it mean no clothes? I wear the same robes as my son. The king Yu Xingshi repaired my spear and spear. I have the same hatred with my son... How can I say no clothes? I wear the same clothes as my son. The king Yu Xingshi repaired my armored soldiers. Walk with my son... ..."

This roar of dragons and tigers is like what Ying Zheng heard outside Hangu, awakening the blood in his heart.

Ying Zheng just stood there, as if waiting for the next bell to strike, but after staying for a while, there was no new bell toll.

It seems that the bell will never be heard again.

Ying Zheng looked at the darkness in the distance, looked at the place where the bell rang, as if he had decided something, and walked slowly into the darkness.

Dark, still dark.

No matter how far Ying Zheng walked, or how long he walked, there is only darkness here except darkness.

It seemed that the place where the bell sounded was not far away, but Ying Zheng could never walk, touch or see it.

What went wrong?

Ying Zheng looked around, as if he wanted to see something nearby, but after looking for a long time, it seemed that there was really nothing but darkness, not even the "wall" that was close at hand.

Wait, wall?

Ying Zheng stretched out his hands and touched something next to him, as if wanting to confirm that it was the "wall".

The touch is still hard, but unlike the walls, it is too smooth.

Ying Zheng seemed to have thought of something, slowly put his hands down, and took a few steps back.

A stagger almost brought Ying Zheng down, and it seemed that a wave of chaos was enveloping Ying Zheng, trying to swallow him up.

Everything is forcing Ying Zheng to help, to lean on the "wall" that is not a wall.

Ying Zheng did not resist.

He neither moved forward nor struggled, just stood obediently, standing in this chaos.

"Boom...boom..."

It seemed that the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground and then lifted echoed in the darkness, dispelling all the chaos and rescuing Ying Zheng.

A group of soldiers appeared in front of Ying Zheng's eyes.