"Born to be an emperor." Amidst the painful groans of humans and the stench of excrement and garbage, the skinny old man looked at Qi Yu's hands and said affirmatively. "What a pity," the old man looked again and sighed. "Destined to die early, unable to achieve his career as an emperor." The old man looked carefully at Qi Yu's hand - the lifeline was disconnected early but reconnected: "There is an evil star in your life, which is both a blessing and a curse."
Qi Yu never took the old man's words to heart - how could a slave who was sold cold-bloodedly by his friends and tribe get the order of the emperor?
The "Slave King" rescued the slaves and defeated the evildoers, but everything was ended by the arrow shot through the chest...
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