In this world, there are warriors who can destroy mountains with one punch, warlocks who can call the wind and rain, and national fortunes who can protect cities.
Yang Xuan, who had been an auxiliary police officer for ten years, found himself a murder suspect once he woke up.
After finally reviving his life, he didn't want to be beheaded by Qiu Hou as soon as he came to this world.
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"Your Highness, I was really selling serious tofu before. Please respect yourself." Yang Xuan looked at the princess and there was a trace of excitement hidden in her serious words after she got started.
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"Your Majesty, please kill Yang Xuan!" An old man with a gray beard said angrily in the Chui Gong Hall.
"Your Majesty, look, I didn't mess with him." Yang Xuan looked at the old man glaring at him and spread his hands.
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"Oh, this is a vulgar martial artist!" Yang Xuan sighed as he admired the Western dance in front of him and looked at the man devouring food beside him.
"Hey, but brother, aren't you also a martial artist?" The vulgar martial artist wondered as he chewed and swallowed the food in his mouth.
"Can we be the same? I have received nine years of compulsory education, and I know astronomy and geography..." Yang Xuanhong muttered warmly.
"Brother is talking some difficult words again." The vulgar martial artist muttered while stuffing food into his mouth.
Also known as "I was supposed to be a literary saint of the Great Zhou Dynasty, but I became a vulgar martial artist"
