Ye Mo traveled through time and space to become a top servant, and when he opened his eyes, he became the onlookers at Lin Wanrong's famous highlight scene. Seeing Brother Lin passionately criticizing the emperor, Ye Mo smiled slightly and said on the spot: "I will teach you the art of voice." The poems of the flying immortals from outside the world crushed the talented people, and the red police tanks blasted away the myths of martial arts. When he casually summoned the terror base vehicle, the royal family of the Three Kingdoms instantly went into chaos - "Brother Lin, I have taken over your destined goddesses, don't you agree?" "Master Zhang, your Tai Chi, could it block my light prism tower even a ten thousandth of a second?" Ye Mo calmly snapped his fingers and chuckled: "System, activate the Endless Dimension Conquest Agreement..."
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It was as if his consciousness had been pulled out of an abyss, filled with muddy chaos and tearing pain, and thrust into a strange body. Ye Mo took a sharp breath, and his nose was instantly filled with dust, sweat, and some kind of low-quality makeup and powder mixed with the noisy smell of the market.
The noisy sound forcefully broke through the barrier of his eardrums.
"... Emperor? What's wrong with the emperor! Can the emperor rob people's daughters? Can the emperor not obey the king's laws?!"
This voice had a deliberately high-pitched passion, and a sharpness that had just escaped youth and was eager to prove something. It was like a nail trying to wedge itself into this noisy scene.
Ye Mo shook his head, which was still a little heavy, and struggled to focus his eyes.
