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In the fourth year of Qian'an, Taoist Lingyuan swung a sword in the clouds, cutting off Daxia's dragon vein and national destiny, and slit the throat of Daxia's first emperor. What fell together was the dignity of the Daxia royal family and the backbone of the people of Daxia. From then on, the young emperor was frightened into a fool. He was awakened by nightmares every day, and cried on the dragon bed with his head in his hands. At this moment, an intern college student named Lin Xiaolu accidentally passed his soul into the body of an eight-year-old orphan of Jin Yiwei in Daxia Kingdom. He was the same age as the emperor and had known each other since childhood. From then on, in this turbulent world where immortals and warriors coexisted, and monsters and ghosts coexisted, Lin Xiaolu became a young guard in the Daxia court. With a flying fish suit, an embroidered spring knife, and a scroll of Daxia laws, he cut down the entire wave. "From now on, the ministers and the emperor will each perform their own duties." "The emperor is responsible for feeding the world." "Wei Chen is responsible for seeing off the Heavenly Man!"

"Hello, a lady will move into your home in ten minutes. Please treat her well." Lin Xiaolu looked at the text message on his phone in confusion. Since then, he has had weird roommates move into his house every week...