Wearing armor looks tall and elegant, but in fact it is just wearing armor.

Because the armor has been locked in the Dianfu Institute, I still have to wait for a while.

While waiting for the armor, Zhu Guoqiang sat in the room. Although the master house of the Crown Prince's Mansion was burned by its real owner, the master house was still intact. When he was in front of the desk of the master house, Zhu Guoqiang's expression was still a little dazed.

Zhuang Zhou dreams of a butterfly! I am Zhuang Zhou!

Everything is like dreaming.

After a series of life and death tests, Zhu Guoqiang was completely shocked now.

What's going on?

He clearly remembered that just before... before traveling through time, he was filled with alcohol by a client and finally forced himself to go home. Then when he was taking a shower and taking a shower, he saw that the window was not closed. He was about to close the window, but suddenly a flash of lightning penetrated into the window...

Without even waiting for him to react, lightning struck him with a "boom", and then... it was the sea of ​​fire and this chaotic world!

Your sister!

He cursed hatefully in his heart.

"Even if you don't say hello in advance if you travel through time, and ask me to make preparations, then you can arrange a good place for you...Oh..."

After being excited, Zhu Guoqiang felt a burning pain all over his body. This was roasted by fire, but the skin was burned and there was not even blister.

"This hair..."

Despite the scalp pain, he still whispered casually as he touched the burnt hair.

"If there is a razor, just shave your head. If the city is broken, you might be able to pretend to be a monk then..."

However, the most urgent task now is not to shave your head, but to guard the city.

He stared at the Jinan map left by the former owner, and looked at the royal city in the center of the map. This was the last stronghold. Zhu Guoqiang frowned.

"How should I defend this city?"

How to defend the city?

It’s okay to ask me to write a market research report, defend the city?

We are not professional!

If there are tens of thousands of people, you naturally don’t have to worry, but what are you in your hands?

The ritual soldiers of the ritual guards of the ritual guards of the ritual war are the scenes of flag-filling the ritual war.

There are also hundreds of tomb guards...well, they are just "cemetery" security guards!

Your sister, is this my soldier?

what to do?

Can you defend the city like this?

It must be impossible to hold on!

What is the result of being unable to defend?

Either you die in battle or become a prisoner, and you will suffer humiliation, your life will definitely not be saved!

This thief...

"Oh, send me home quickly..."

The moment this thought flashed through his mind, Zhu Guoqiang felt a slight sense of numbness, and then he felt like he was pulled down by something. Although the pulling force was almost worth mentioning, he fell backwards and fell firmly to the ground.

"grass!"

He grinned and held the ground, the next moment, the scene in front of him was stunned.

"this……"

This is my living room...

That's right, it's the pigeon cage that has to pay back 3,600 a month...

I'm back again!

Is it really a dream?

Just then, what appeared in the living room made his eyes wide open, and he sat on the floor, staring at it dumbfoundedly - an antique mahogany table.

The two-meter-long table appeared inexplicably in the living room, but the pen holder and stone inkstone on the table looked a little messy.

Staring at the book case in front of him that was supposed to be in another world. Countless thoughts were rolling in Zhu Guoqiang's mind.

What's going on?

Instinctively took a breath of air conditioning. Zhu Guoqiang closed his eyes and tried to calm himself down, but the book in front of him reminded him of his previous experience.

Hallucination!

It must be an illusion!

While emphasizing himself so much in his heart, Zhu Guoqiang repeatedly looked for various factors that might lead to his hallucinations.

Wait... Could it be that I had a cold two days ago that my brain burned?

But the cold is obviously cured?

When he was wearing a cotton coat during the dog days of summer, Zhu Guoqiang soon felt sweat coming out of his body, but even so, he still sat there motionlessly, his brain running rapidly, and began to test whether he really burned his brain.

My surname is Zhu, and Zhu Yuanzhang, is known as a strong country, a strong country, a strong country.

When I was born, it was the time when the Strait crisis happened. So my father named me Zhu Guoqiang, with expectations for the country and the future. Of course, it sounds like a very vulgar name. Once upon a time, he was also a promising young man with lofty ideals and dreams to reach his peak life. Now he is not an ordinary person working hard in the provincial capital.

In my mind, personal memories emerge one by one. What is certain is that my brain has not been burned out!

In other words, what I experienced before is most likely an illusion!

Just like a computer self-test, after a self-test, Zhu Guoqiang came to a conclusion.

My brain is not burned out!

My family has never been mentally ill!

I have never heard of anyone who is mentally abnormal.

Psychiatric disorders are excluded!

All right!

So what was going on just now?

Recalling his previous experience, Zhu Guoqiang looked at the blue and white pen holder on the table, and seemed to be rolling and falling.

"No……"

Almost as the voice fell, the pen holder fell down and fell directly on the lazy sofa under the table.

"call……"

It was not until this time that Zhu Guoqiang breathed a sigh of relief, rushed over, picked up the pen holder, and felt the chill in his palm the moment he bought the pen holder, and a consciousness emerged in his mind - it really exists!

"I'm dreaming, dreaming..."

Although the lips were repeated over and over again, the eyes were still staring at the blue and white pen holder in my hand, which was shining with the unique luster of porcelain.

But the touch in his hand made Zhu Guoqiang realize that this... is not a dream. But a new problem arose - why is he back?

Where is the study room?

Almost at the moment when this thought emerged, a sense of paralysis like an electric shock came again. With this strange feeling, Zhu Guoqiang, who was sweating hot, felt the coldness in the air and the choking smell of fireworks again. Although his legs were a little unstable and almost staggered and fell to the ground, the things in front of him still made him open his eyes dumbfounded.

But, this is exactly that study room!

This...it's really not an illusion.

Closed his eyes, Zhu Guoqiang took a deep breath while trying to figure out what was going on.

"Can I travel through time and space freely?"

Although all this was too incredible, the sound of cannons came from the air. Although he was still facing the threat of life and death, in addition to danger and death, he also saw wealth everywhere.
Chapter completed!