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Jiang Chen transformed into the unluckiest man in the Tang Dynasty - King Li Yuanji of Qi. Good news: It is bound to the "death rollback" system, so you can restart it after you die. Bad news: Every time he is reborn, he is stuck on the eve of the Xuanwu Gate Incident, with only six hours left to live. More bad news: Want to run? Qin Shubao was guarding the city gate, firing arrows quickly and accurately. Want to mobilize troops? At the gate of the East Palace, Du Ruhui smiled and took out a knife. The civil servants were more capable of fighting than the generals. Jiang Chen: "I suspect this copy is aimed at me!" Until a certain rebirth, he saw with his own eyes: Li Shimin stood in front of Xuanwu Gate, with a cloud of fierce generals behind him. The newly recruited "protecting monk" had a rough face and a thunderous mouth, carrying a stick and grinning: "King Qin, let me, Old Sun, clear the obstacles for you!" Jiang Chen: "???" "Wait a minute - Li Shimin, why is there Sun Wukong next to you?!" "The martial virtues of the Tang Dynasty... Are they too abundant?!"

Jiang Chen traveled through the world of immortality and awakened the "Master's Talk" system - if the master becomes stronger, I will win! I thought that by hugging the lap of the aloof female sword immortal master Li Wei'an, I could start a life of drinking tea, fishing, and waiting to become an immortal. Who knows-- Master, please slow down your sword practice! I just arrived at the "Water Drop Realm"! Master, please hold back after your enlightenment! My brain is going to explode! Jiang Chen took out the system's ancient forbidden technique with his backhand and handed it to his master with a sincere expression: "Master, I just created this technique. Do you think you can practice it?" Li Wei'an looked at the skill book in his hand that could trigger a bloody battle, then looked at his "simple" apprentice, and fell into deep thought. From now on: When the peerless prodigy sat idle for a hundred years seeking a sword, Jiang Chen was making tea for his master: "Master, drink tea, don't be tired." When the ancient secret realm was opened, Jiang Chen was beating his master's legs: "Master, the secret realm is dangerous, we won't go." When the god was reborn, Jiang Chen hid behind his master and whispered: "Master, come on! If you cut the curling blade with your sword, it will be mine!" When many of his masters looked back and saw their apprentices who were practicing "hard" until they fell asleep, they helplessly held their foreheads. "You've been doing the rolls of life and death for your teacher, but you're lying quite flat?" The system prompts jingled in Jiang Chen's mind: "Ding! Bind the master's sword breakthrough, and the host will obtain the supreme sword body at the same time!" "Ding! The bound master's cultivation has skyrocketed, and the host has risen to a great realm!" Many years later, Jiang Chen yawned, looked at the back of the unparalleled swordsman in front of him, and sighed. "Master, please don't break through..." "If I break through again... I will really become invincible." "This fairy world is very boring."

Jiang Chen traveled through the interstellar live broadcast battlefield, starting with hell difficulty: There are only a hundred thousand soldiers, and the food and fodder are empty. Opposite is the plus version of Bai Qi, the God of Death. The whole universe was betting that he would starve to death in a few days. Jiang Chen looked at the map: "Huh? I know this script well." When Bai Qi, the god of war, was arrayed under the city, he was burning oil and tearing down the door panels in the city. The barrage taunted: "The rookie is putting on a show, waiting to be killed!" Until the northwest wind blew that night-- Jiang Chen lit the lights across the city, raised his loudspeaker and shouted outside the city: "Wu Anjun! The express delivery from your hometown Handan has arrived!" "By the way, have you brought enough food for your 600,000 people?" Overnight, the myth of the God of War's invincibility collapsed and became the biggest joke in the live broadcast circle. The alien referee team trembled and slapped the table: "Why did he know that the Qin army had no food?!" Jiang Chen opened the elementary school textbook and found out his merits and fame: "Thank you for the invitation. I just finished memorizing "Historical Records"."

When he woke up, Jiang Chen, a scumbag in the history department, became Cao Cao on the night of Wancheng. In front of him was the tender and weeping Mrs. Zou. In his ears were the cold whispers of [Rule 1: He is reliable when in danger] and [Rule 2: He is unreliable]. There was a global live broadcast ball above his head that broadcast his "Boss Cao immersive experience" in real time. When he was confused, his nephew Cao Anmin came up to him: "Uncle, Zhang Xiu's aunt..." Jiang Chen looked at the announcement in the barrage that a Sakura Country player died suddenly due to rejection, and squeezed out a smile: "Very good, hurry up and make arrangements!" However, he soon discovered that things were not that simple. Dian Wei lost his two halberds, and Zhang Xiu's army was ready to move. What's even more frightening is that every rule contradicts itself: Can Jia Xu ask? Should Hu Cheer be bribed? All choices lead to unknown death. The barrage went wild: "This contestant is not good!" "I feel sorry for Dian Wei!" "Anchor, run!"... Jiang Chen looked at the bloody note in his hand that said "Don't get close to her\u002F You should get closer to her", and glanced at the charming Zou on the couch. Thinking about the tragedy of "killing three sages with one shot" in history, Jiang Chen looked up to the sky and sighed: "I'm just a college student who failed, why should I take the blame for Cao Cao?!"