When he was eight years old, Zhu Xiongying opened his eyes on the hospital bed, and the cold mechanical sound of the universe-level civilization system sounded in his body.
"Host binding successful, novice mission: survive tonight."
He looked out the window at the heavy snow, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
A month later, Lan Yu presented the map of Beiyuan and knelt down to ask for a fight.
While Zhu Yuanzhang was stroking his beard and laughing, he saw his young eldest grandson reaching out and touching Mobei: "A city can be built here."
Three years later, Zhu Biao inspected the border and saw a giant steel beast rolling over the grassland. The boy under Snow White Dragon looked back and smiled: "Father, I can defend this country."
Zhu Di clenched the spear in his hand, looked in the direction of Yingtian Mansion, and finally knelt down on one knee: "I am willing to expand the territory for my nephew."
And all this is just the beginning of the Galaxy Ming Empire.
