[The resurrection of the deposed emperor + the crematorium of the emperor + a slap in the face and a cool article + tactics]
I, the deposed emperor, was pierced by thousands of arrows from his trusted followers, and became the darling of heaven after my resurrection.
From then on, I just wanted to take revenge, then lie down and travel around.
Helplessly, Heaven begged me to ascend the throne, and even gave me a super thick gold finger: As long as you are loyal to me, you will have lucky BUFF.
Anyone I want to accept as my little brother will be 100% loyal.
But I don't want to.
Thunder? Earth fire? Severe drought? Plague? If love comes down, it will come down, what does it have to do with me.
Everyone gradually discovered that as long as they worshiped under the Fei Emperor's sect, not only would natural disasters be avoided, but their luck would also be ridiculously good.
The plan to lie down was completely ruined. Shengsheng put me on the throne: "Your Majesty, please ascend the throne for the common people!"
Me: "..." Okay, let's unify the six countries and clean up the jumping Chuanshu and the reborn ones.
