"Brothers, if, I mean if, I travel to the Qin Dynasty and stand in front of our charming ancestor Ying Zheng, the emperor of the ages, and now I am being held at knifepoint by people from Heibingtai, what should I say to save my life?"
Lin Xuan, who was angrily complaining about the soft-headed staff, suddenly went dark and traveled directly to Daqin, where he was still facing such a dilemma.
Fortunately, the "Zhi Gong" mobile phone helped him activate the super Q message function, which allows him to connect with modern friends and transfer objects.
"Brother Zheng, these are potatoes, sweet potatoes and corn. With these things, no one in Da Qin will starve to death anymore, and the legacy of the Six Nations will no longer be a problem."
"Brother Zheng, paper books, there will be no more illiterates in our Qin Dynasty."
"Brother Zheng, these are AK47 and grenades. They are invincible on the battlefield."
"Brother Zheng, this is a little boy... The world is at peace, and everything the sun and moon shine on is Han."
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