My name is Chen Huaiming, a junior majoring in history. I have traveled through time and landed on the emperor's dragon bed.
In order to save my life, I became an immortal master who was about to be sacrificed to heaven.
In the Jinluan Palace, the emperor asked coldly: "Master Immortal, can you save my world?"
The alarm bells went off in my head - this body's "contract with heaven" means that if you speak more than thirty words, you will be punished by heaven.
My face was as sinking as water, and I stretched out a finger.
All civil and military officials held their breath.
Me: "Food."
He stretched out another one: "Soldier."
He stretched out another one: "Money."
After the three words fell, the whole hall was filled with dead silence. The emperor's eyes were burning: "What should the immortal master do?"
I closed my eyes and my heart collapsed: There are only 27 words left! How do I know! I can't even hold a brush!
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After escaping death and returning to modern times, I was just about to sell the treasures rewarded by ancient emperors when I was blocked at the door of the dormitory by the bosses from the relevant departments.
His eyes were blazing: "Young man, the origin of this thing is unknown. If you don't explain it clearly, big trouble will happen."
My back was instantly soaked with cold sweat, and countless scenes from legal programs flashed through my mind.
In desperation, I followed the prepared words and said expressionlessly: "My elders at home asked me to take it out to practice my skills."
The old expert narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Oh? Where is your home? What is your name?"
I clutched the private seal engraved with "Xuanhe Palace Treasure" that I had just brought back from ancient times in my pocket, and forced myself to look directly into his eyes.
"Family motto, don't tell."
