Daqin: Bear children tell stories, emperors beg to shut up

Ying Chang'an descended from the sky and landed slowly on the battlefield with a light wave of his little hand.

The Emperor Wu's robe that covered Han Xin and the others seemed to have spiritual consciousness, and got into Ying Chang'an's cuffs.

"Your Highness, how are you?"

Han Xin immediately ran to Ying Changan and knelt down, looking up and down at the little cute baby in front of him, for fear that something might happen to him.

"Hoo~ I'm fine, it's just that the consumption is a bit high."

Ying Changan waved his hand casually, looking back at Liu Bang who was almost in despair.

Untold hardships.

Finally got it!righteous.

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Liu Bang was so stared at, he sat limply on the ground, his buttocks kept moving back.

Winning Chang'an hasn't changed much.

Except that the clothes are a little tattered, the lips are still red and the teeth are white, and the big black eyes are twinkling, which looks extremely cute.

But in Liu Bang's eyes.

The innocent and romantic little cute baby is more terrifying than ghosts and gods.

"Brother, dear father, can you not kill me?"

Liu Bang looked at Ying Chang'an tremblingly, wishing he could kneel on the ground and call him grandpa.

A man who was almost 40 years old opened his mouth to call a little baby daddy.

Only Liu Bang can do such a thick-skinned thing.

"Please, forgive me, okay?"

The immature childish voice sounded, and Ying Chang'an said childishly: "I rushed from Xianyang City to the shore of the East China Sea without even eating. Didn't I come to kill you?"

Zhang Liang, Fan Kui and the others were so frightened that their hairs stood on end, and they couldn't help shivering.

The word "murder" came out of this little doll's mouth, it was so calm and easy.

even.

In his eyes, food and drink are more important than killing people.

"Please, as long as you don't kill me, I promise you anything."

Liu Bang's heart tightened, and his face began to twitch violently.

He even felt chilly on the back of his neck, as if being held by the neck of a bull-headed horse from the underworld.

"To save face, let's die "[-]"."

Ying Chang'an grinned and gave Liu Bang a friendly look.

His tone was very gentle, as if he was discussing business.

"..."

Han's confidence gradually became a little heavy, as if a big rock was pressing it down.

He felt so stupid that he was about to cry himself.

Winning Chang'an is far more terrifying than he imagined, and the heart and city are as deep as the sea.

Just imagine.

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A person has worked hard to defeat all powerful enemies, just to get the final reward.

When the reward is right in front of him, this person is not in a hurry to start, but talks and laughs, enjoying this special process.

It's so clever that it doesn't work, and it's easy to lift!

This kind of patience and calmness makes people sigh.

Han Xin blushed a little afraid of being hot, and even a little ashamed of himself, feeling that he was not worthy to be the subordinate of the nineteenth prince.

"No! I don't want to die! I am the Son of Destiny, I will not die!"

Liu Bang almost collapsed, his hair was disheveled, and he ran away desperately.

"Oh, it's useless to give you a chance."

Ying Chang'an sighed softly, holding the Demon Slaying Sword in his hand, he just swiped forward lightly.

An incomparably sharp sword energy seemed to tear apart the sky, cutting out huge gullies in the cracked earth.

"Pfft!"

The sword energy pierced through the chest, and Liu Bang's crawling movement stopped abruptly.

next second.

The left half of his body fell to the ground like rotten meat with a "click".

The right half of his body was still standing upright.

Even if there is only one foot and one leg left, she seems unwilling to give up.

Destiny's desire to survive is truly terrifying!

"Boom!"

In the sky, the sky was clear, but there was inexplicably rolling thunder. It came from nowhere, and it seemed to be mourning the death of the Son of Destiny.

God, also helpless.

"Noisy!"

Ying Chang'an glanced at the sky, curled his lips in disgust.

He looked back at Zhang Liang who was kneeling on the ground.

There was no trace of blood on Zhang Liang's face, it was as pale as a dead person.

Empty eyes, lost all vitality.

Like a walking dead.

Although life is still death!

"You are Zhang Liang?"

There was a milky voice in the milk.

Zhang Liang felt an inexplicable sense of honor in his heart.

"He called my name!"

Zhang Liang hated himself for not living up to expectations, but he just couldn't restrain the pride in his heart.

Win Chang'an.

This Kyushu continent is unique in all ages.

He actually called me by Zhang Liang's name!

Isn't that something to be proud of?

"Crack! Crack!"

Zhang Liang made a sudden move and slapped himself twice, his cheeks were swollen.

He wanted to stop the crazily growing pride in his heart, but he couldn't suppress it no matter what.

Even if you slap yourself twice, it won't help.

"Go ahead."

Zhang Liang closed his eyes, ready to die generously.

He even felt that his death at the hands of Ying Chang'an was not in vain.

Ying Chang'an was a little confused by Zhang Liang's tricks.

"What? Is this your family tradition?"

He made a silent complaint.

It's a strange tradition to slap yourself before you die.

"Stop talking nonsense, if you want to kill or cut, listen to it!"

Zhang Liang was so angry that the corners of his mouth twitched, his eyebrows were raised coldly, and he looked very energetic.

Ying Chang'an didn't speak any more, turned around and walked in front of Han Xin, and ordered: "Han Xin, take all these people to the capital and let the court deal with them."

"Your Highness..."

Tears filled Han Xin's eyes and his lips trembled.

He understood what it meant to win Chang'an.

Capture Zhang Liang and these rebels alive and bring them to the capital, then he himself will become a hero of Daqin.

I still remember Han Xin kneeling under the pear tree.

Become famous.

It is his lifelong wish!

At this moment.

Winning Chang'an fulfilled his wish, making him not only famous, but also a new generation of God of War in Daqin, admired by thousands of people.

"Stop! Don't cry in front of me, I'm soft-hearted and can't see this."

Seeing that Han Xin was in tears, Ying Chang'an hurriedly stopped him.

A high-pitched bird song sounded.

The world suddenly darkened, as if something blocked the sunlight.

Han Xin looked up and was almost scared to pee.

A gigantic divine sculpture descended from the sky.

The head of the divine sculpture alone is bigger than all of them combined.

Ying Chang'an jumped up, jumped onto the back of the divine eagle, waved his fleshy little hands, and shouted loudly: "I'll be waiting for you in the capital!"

Voice lags behind.

The divine eagle fluttered its wings and flew away ninety thousand miles away.

"Win Chang'an, you killed me! You killed me!"

Zhang Liang shouted hoarsely towards the sky.

Before he could shout a few words, Han Xin stepped forward angrily and gave him a big slap in the face.

"You bastard! Is the name of the Nineteenth Prince a name that you and other idiots can call?"

"Tie me up!"

Han Xin waved his hand.

The remaining dozens of Great Qin soldiers stepped forward one after another, tied up Zhang Liang and others, and quickly left here.

……

Xianyang Palace, Zhangtai Hall.

It was already evening, the rays of light from the horizon dyed the sea of ​​clouds in the distance red, and it looked extremely beautiful.

Ying Zheng stood alone at the gate of the palace, his eyes were bloodshot, and he stared into the distance absently.

He was always neat and tidy, but he was unkempt and unshaven, as if he hadn't slept for many days.

"His Majesty."