Eternal Hate: Let's Borrow Another Five Hundred Years from Heaven at the Beginning

Yanping County Prince's Mansion. "I have no face to see the late Emperor underground~!" "I'm not willing to give in! I'm not willing to give in! I'm so unwilling to give in." "I really want to live another five hundred years..." Prince Yanping lay on the bed and roared unwillingly, as if asking the sky for help. At this moment, Wang Ping suddenly appeared: "Five hundred years, do you want three months of life?" "The lonely king wants it." "I dare to ask the prince, what will the prince do if I give you three months of life?" "The lonely king wants to ride his horse on the imperial capital and kill the barbarians with his sword. I will use my hot blood to warn the world that my Yanhuang blood is not cold yet." Southern Song Dynasty, thatched house. The white-haired old man lay on the hospital bed, crying with tears in his eyes: "Master Wang set the Central Plains Day in the north, and the family sacrifices did not forget to tell Nai Weng. Kill the thief! Kill the thief!" Wang Ping pushed the door open and walked in. Looking at the old man's sad face, he couldn't help but said: "Why wait until your children and grandchildren tell each other? Why don't you, sir, kill the enemy with your sword and kill the thief three thousand miles away?" Wuhu. Facing the smelly sandwood all over the ground, Cao Mengde was like a lonely ghost, wandering in the world: "If I can live for a hundred more years, how can I let the barbarians hold me back? The Sima family deserves to die!" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.