Reborn as King Zhou: I Slay Daji from the Start and Defy Heaven to Become a Saint

The burning sensation of fine wine in his throat had yet to fade. Di Xin suddenly opened his eyes. Countless unfamiliar fragments of memory pierced his mind like steel needles: skyscrapers, metal behemoths, flickering screens, and... his own body, growing cold amid a pond of wine and a forest of meat? “Ugh...” He groaned, pressing a hand to his throbbing forehead. His fingertips touched the cold bronze wine cup. “Your Majesty?” A seductive voice sounded beside him, with a hint of hesitation that was hard to detect. Di Xin raised his head. His vision slowly came into focus. A breathtakingly beautiful face was right in front of him, eyes full of warmth, lips red as if painted, a gold hairpin trembling among her locks. She leaned against him on the couch, a jade-white hand holding a wine jug, ready to pour him a drink. Su Daji. The name surfaced from his jumbled memories. No. A nine-tailed fox. “What's the matter today, Your Majesty?” Su Daji blinked, her long lashes fluttering as her eyes glimmered. “Is the wine not to your taste? I'll have them bring you another, ” “My king!” Another fawning voice cut in.