I crossed over and became the fate of the Qin Dynasty

Although Zhao Qi shooter is a hard stubble and difficult to deal with, it is impossible to drag down Daqin's soldiers, nor can it drag down Bai Qi's soldiers.

Compared with Zhao Qi shooter, the recovery after reunification is what Daqin has to worry about.

……

King Zhao Yuxiang's hand had already been placed on Zhao Qian's head, and the stone platform in his mind spun wildly like a beast smelling blood.

Zhao Mourning King's face was still somewhat reluctant, but seeing that the mist seemed to be shaken, he no longer softened his heart, and slapped it down hard.

The son can still be born again, and the heir can also be raised again. Now that I have missed this opportunity, I don't know how long I will have to wait.

King Zhao Mourning Xiang didn't want to wait any longer, and it was impossible to wait any longer. The one-night experiment last night had exhausted his sanity to the point where it was infinitely close to zero.

Now seeing that the mist dissipated, he couldn't care less.

Cultivation method, the widow is here!

The blush from excitement on the face of King Zhao Mourning Xiang has covered the original paleness, and his hands have been placed on Zhao Qian. It won't take long for this prince to become a skin on the ground!

The excitement didn't last long, and was quickly replaced by shock.

King Zhao Mourning Xiang only felt that the hand was no longer his hand, and the fog and vibration in his mind did not dissipate, but shifted!

The stone platform has disappeared, and the fog mixed with the exercises has disappeared.

King Zhao Mourning Xiang's body has shriveled up, but Zhao Qian's body has become rosy.

"You...you!" King Zhao Mourning had already noticed the abnormality, and he yelled angrily: "Kill this rebellious son! Kill!!"

The Zhao cavalry shooter who was standing aside was silent, and just stood there, without any intention of saving King Zhao Mourning.

"Father, what's the matter with you?" The panic on Zhao Qian's face has dissipated, and some are only joking, "Widow? I have thought about this title for a long time."

"Ni...Ni... son!" King Zhao Mourning could no longer utter a sentence, and now he seemed to have felt the approach of death.

Zhao Qian didn't care about King Zhao Mourning's insults, just watched the man in front of him slowly wither and lose his breath.

Like a skin bag, it fell to the ground so lightly, no one knew about it, and no one went to complain for him.

"Hahaha..." Zhao Qian laughed, and then burst into tears while laughing.

Tears floated off the bed along with Zhao Mourning King's skin, and Zhao Qian also sat on the only bed in the palace.

He usurped the throne, killed his father, and it is unclear why he came to the throne improperly.

But what does that matter?

The Shitai that appeared in his mind has already let Zhao Qian know that no one in this country of Zhao, or in this world, can stop him.

"Don't forget the agreement."

The voice appeared lightly, as if reminding something.

"I will never forget." Zhao Qian seemed afraid that the voice would not be believed, so he repeated, "I will never forget!"

The voice ignored him, but the fog in his mind loosened a bit, revealing a sentence.

"Hu Fu rides and shoots to shock the northern border, and his martial arts are no match for the King of Martial Arts!"

Zhao Qian read it slowly, he knew that it was the voice, the luck of that stone platform.

The archer Zhao Qi in front of him still knelt down, as if he was surrendering, as if he was congratulating him on his ascension to the throne.

Zhao Qian knew that this was his bargaining chip and confidence in his superiority!

No one will care about King Zhao Mourning, and no one will care whether his throne is upright or not.

Zhao Qi shooter has already answered everything and answered all doubts.

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Chapter 154 An accident happened in the royal palace, and the success changed (please collect, please subscribe)

The wind and rain in Xianyang have subsided.

The red of the Weishui has not been dyed to Xianyang, but it has been dissipated on the road.

There is no so-called threat in Xianyang now, everything is controlled by soldiers loyal to Yingzheng, and there is no undercurrent daring to surge.

It's just that there is not much peace in Xianyang Palace today.

After Yingzheng drove to Yongcheng yesterday, the palace was about to enter silence, at least there would be no noise.

Now, the palace is full of people, mostly surrounded by soldiers.

There was a monster in this palace, or people turned into monsters.

"Where's brother?"

The child was talking to himself, his eyes glowed red, and a wild beast stood in the sky, roaring at the group of soldiers.

"Where's brother?"

The child asked another question, but still no one answered, but the group of soldiers surrounded him even tighter.

Since Bai Qi returned, the soldiers here are basically under Bai Qi's command. In this palace, except for the maids and eunuchs, all the living dead are like this.

This group of soldiers didn't understand the so-called awe, nor did they know the dignity of this person. They only knew that anyone who threatened the safety of the palace should be killed.

"Array."

Just two words, but it looked very different when uttered from the mouths of this group of soldiers.

In just an instant, the prehistoric beast suspended behind the child was suppressed, as if caught in a big net, making it unable to move.

The child was pressed to the ground like a beast, it seemed that he could not move, and he seemed to have an indescribable power.

A thick gasp came out of the child's mouth, and the original appearance of a porcelain doll suddenly changed.

It's like a tiger appearing, and it's like an ancient ferocious beast is coming again. No amount of adjectives can describe this appearance.

This is a kind of shock, at least in the eyes of the world, it is an extremely shocking existence.

It's just because this group of soldiers were half-dead, so they were not affected. They just felt like they were being provoked.

There was no sound of weapons entering the flesh, only a burst of sand and dust from the clash of weapons.

The sand and dust cleared, and looking at the original place, there were no people or objects, not even a trace of blood or fur.