Qi Luo was a madman who died of a heart attack after personally sending his enemy to prison in modern times.
When he woke up, he time-traveled into a person with the same name and surname as himself. He turned out to be the eldest son of the prime minister of the dynasty. Unfortunately, he was too weak and died of a cold.
A voice claiming to be the system told him that his mission was to turn the future tyrant into a wise king.
"As long as the host completes the task, it can return to the original world."
"What are you going back for?"
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"Turning a tyrant into a wise king can save many people."
Qi Luo sneered. No one has ever come to save him, but now he is asked to save others. Don't you think it's ridiculous?
"What does it have to do with me?"
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The first time Qi Luo saw the tyrant was in the dilapidated cold palace. He was wearing a thick white fox fur, while the future tyrant's clothes were shabby.
Even so, the sternness in the tyrant's eyes could not be hidden.
A hint of appreciation for the same kind flashed in Qi Luo's eyes, but only for a moment. He was naturally indifferent, and his eyes never stopped for insignificant people.
Before leaving, he threw down a dagger and the white fox fur on his body.
The tyrant looked at him blankly, a trace of confusion flashing in his eyes.
Qi Luo put a foot on the fox fur with an expressionless expression, "It's dirty, I don't want it anymore."
After he left, the young tyrant buried his head in the white fox fur, not for warmth, but just to absorb the remaining scent of spring news in the snow.
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On the day the tyrant ascended the throne, the young emperor grabbed Qi Luo's robe with red eyes and begged in a low voice: "Teacher, please don't leave me, okay?"
Qi Luo patted his head soothingly, "What I have always needed is... An obedient dog that only wag its tail and beg for mercy, and you have always done a good job."
The tyrant picked him up and placed him on the dragon chair that symbolized the majesty of the emperor. He lifted up his robe and knelt beside him, letting Qi Luo's boots touch his most vulnerable part.
Intention: For you, thousands of times
