An Qulin, a migrant worker, was still drawing blueprints before he died suddenly. When he opened his eyes again, he turned into the cannon fodder playboy Shen Qingyan who was exiled by his family in the holographic palace fighting game.
The beginning is hell mode: behind you are the dying tribesmen, and in front of you is the bitter cold northeastern wasteland.
And he was stuck in a pit of biting ice and mud,
When his consciousness dissipated, he bound to the [Emperor Simulator] system.
The ultimate mission: [Eternal Emperor] - Can you return to reality if you complete it?
An Qulin had just ignited hope, and the novice reward popped up;
[Coarse grain cake x23].
An Qulin: ....
Okay, both the dog system and the dog emperor are unreliable, so just do it yourself!
He sketched on the dirt with frozen fingers, and the prototype of the improved plow took shape with difficulty.
The cement kiln lit the first fire in the wasteland, and the vines of high-yielding crops took root in the frozen soil and grew wildly.
An Qulin: It's time to show the productivity and knowledge of cattle and horses!
*
As he gained fame, he attracted unexpected people.
Qin Qianhe, the prince of the enemy country, stood in the wind and snow dressed in black clothes, with deep eyes and a dignified appearance.
They thought the visitor was unkind, but when the other party opened his mouth, he extended an olive branch and actively invited cooperation and mutual trade.
"Shen Qingyan, let's cooperate."
An Qulin raised his eyebrows in surprise, then chuckled.
"Okay."
In his hands, the bitter cold land was transformed into the pearl of northern China, and the dilapidated exile village was transformed into a new industrial city.
*
When the Dog Emperor's decree of "treason" came.
An Qulin stood on the towering city wall built by his own hands, overlooking the black torrent of iron armor below that was only loyal to him.
He chuckled and raised his flag: "If you are ignorant and ignorant, then you are rebelling!"
The Golden Palace was stained with blood, and the decaying dragon chair was trampled under his feet.
The achievement of one emperor through the ages was achieved.
An Qulin's consciousness was forced to pull away.
He returned to the real world again, and he was still the international architect An Qulin.
But when I dream back at midnight, that face always appears.
I thought life was back on track, but I didn't want to...
His consciousness was rising and falling, and a familiar aura enveloped him.
His ankles suddenly felt cold, and heavy black iron chains wrapped around him.
The burning kiss fell on the earlobe, biting and grinding it, causing a shiver.
"Shen Qingyan?"
"An Qulin." Qin Qianhe's voice was firm and terrifyingly hoarse: "This time, Jiangshan is the one to hire."
The chain rang softly, and he pinched An Qulin's chin, his eyes filled with a crazy sense of possession that had been lost and regained.
"You can't escape."
Qin Qianhe x An Qulin (Shen Qingyan)
The innocent, jealous and mad little wolf dog attack in the lower year
Notes:
1. Historical fiction
2. Plot and emotion 2:1
3. Age difference of 3 years
4. Appear in Chapter 11
Purpose: Inventions from ancient times to the present are extremely precious
