#q y )o@ h Re*r3t o vHtf 4- 6 1 SdF 7 ˖ * @ The dizziness and dizziness were too strong, He Jiahui almost didn't even remember who he was after waking up, he rubbed his forehead a few times, and he woke up a little and knew who he was......

"Damn, I drank too much yesterday, and I didn't realize it at the night market stall, where is this?"

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His memory stayed in last night, the night market party before the start of school, Xu Jie went because of the goddess by his side, drank a few more glasses of wine, and drank more and more? Anyway, he didn't remember how he could have a dormitory.

Even if you drink a fragment, what the hell is this barren and dilapidated farmland in front of you?

This isn't a school, maybe it's not Nanquan City, is it?

The original sitting posture was too shocked, and he stood up all of a sudden, and what He Jiahui saw was a farmland with unknown plants, broken and cracked one by one, but only a large number of unknown plants disappeared on the surface, and occasionally there were remnants.

Besides, there was a fishy smell in the air, and at the end of the line of sight, there was occasionally a little ruin of a village? Was that the ruins of a village? Only a little afterimage could be seen, which he couldn't determine.

Extremely shocked, He Jiahui was stunned.

I don't know how long he was stunned, he ran forward, just ran to a piece of squat down to take a closer look, and then he turned around and vomited wildly, he thought it was, it was a broken corpse, or a human.

After vomiting for a while, He Jiahui made a detour and fled, and when the suspected ruins of the village got closer and closer, he saw more corpses in the distance, He Jiahui cried and turned around and chose another direction to escape.

He was not a bold person, he came to such a place inexplicably, and it was the first time in his life that he saw a real corpse, can he not be afraid? I don't know how long it took, He Jiahui fainted in the wilderness.

When he woke up again, he had just sat up screaming when he saw an old, frail face staring lovingly at him from afar, "Son, you have finally woken up. ”

"Who are you, and what do you want to do?"

A weak house is a weak house, not only is the communication ability not very good, but the concentration is not very good, He Jiahui instinctively retreated, with a panicked face.

"Huh, what language do you speak?" the old man was also taken aback, but the next moment he smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, I am your grandfather, you are my bloodline, and I Lin Jiuyong is the only bloodline that still exists." ”

"No matter what your identity was before, how much hardship you have suffered, it doesn't matter now, from today on, you are the only heir of my Xilin Principality. ”

The old man full of love is the Grand Duke Lin Jiuyong, who won a tragic victory after more than ten years of national conquest, it is ridiculous to say that the relationship between the Principality of Xilin and the Principality of Yanfeng has always been very stable in the past, and it is called friendly.

On a certain expedition to the ruins, when Lin Jiuyong found a treasure that could prolong his life, due to the appearance of the Grand Duke of the Duchy of the Wind, the two sides fought and failed to get the life-extending treasure in time, and was snatched away by a wizard apprentice later.

Lin Jiuyong can be regarded as having a complete enmity with that old friend, at that time he was only an eighth-level wizard apprentice, and he was already 84 years old.

From the ruins, the two principalities, which originally had a good relationship, went to war directly, and the initial war still maintained some restraint, but one of Lin Jiuyong's beloved heirs accidentally died on the battlefield, that is, the madness that could no longer be endured.

Lao Tzu finally has the opportunity to prolong his life and live for more than ten years, and you have extinguished this hope for me, can't I be angry when I invade your country?

Over the course of a year, almost all the two principalities were crippled, and when Lin Jiuyong felt that his anger was almost exhausted, he already had the intention of stopping, and he was killed by that madman into the Duchy City, exterminated, and all his descendants died, all of them were gone.

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This was a real fiasco, he felt that there were two or three years left in his life at most, and the principality with a population of more than 50 million was empty, and the opposite side was worse than him.

Even if you swallow six or seven hundred thousand square kilometers of the old opponent's territory, what can you do?

Fortunately, he remembered that when he was young, he not only married a lot of wives and concubines, but also occasionally had an affair outside, maybe there were some unexpected bloodlines?

He relied on an apprentice-level bloodline witch weapon to find the unconscious He Jiahui in a certain war ruins in China, and the bloodline witch weapon made it clear that this was his bloodline descendant of Lin Jiuyong.

That's enough.

"Child, you have a good rest, although our principality is currently in ruins, there is still a certain foundation, millions of people are waiting for you to rule, grandpa Tai is seriously injured and needs to rest for a while, you can call people in for anything. ”

"If you have any questions, someone will answer them, don't pay attention to the past and the past, I will help you arrange everything. ”

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This only bloodline is a little bad, I haven't checked whether there is a wizard or knight talent, but looking at his weak and weak appearance, looking at his uninspiring concentration? In the heyday of the empire, this kind of lost bloodline Lin Jiuyong will not look at it squarely, it doesn't matter if he dies, but now he is the only one.

He shook his head in embarrassment, and glanced at He Jiahui deeply with loving eyes, and he disappeared without a trace before he stepped out.

Until he disappeared, He Jiahui was still confused, what the hell? Dude just said Mandarin, that old man didn't understand? It's a big deal, the old man speaks a language that is not Mandarin or English, why does he understand everything? The other party is his grandfather? You tease me.

And a country with millions of people waiting for me to inherit, rule?

Is the world crazy?

In the endless panic, He Jiahui also shuddered at the way the old man left, this is a gorgeous, spacious, and noble spacious sleeping palace, is the palace? He Jiahui's bed, twenty or thirty meters away from the door, the strange old man disappeared in one step!

What the hell is going on??

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It took a long time for He Jiahui to determine one thing, he crossed over.

He really crossed over!

The words spoken by the other party are not Mandarin or English, but he understands them, and even after a few attempts, he can speak them fluently.

According to the answer of the goddess royal sister who left a beautiful one that made him slightly stiff, what is the lingua franca of the Hakras continent, the goddess turned out to be his slave, and the other party didn't care what the Mandarin he spoke was, and to put it mildly, in ancient times, the whole continent was at the village level, and the mainland language was the only one.

In the era of the Great Death and the current Revival, the mainland language is still the only common language, but the dialect accents that have been slowly developing for thousands of years are also innumerable, and the number of dialect accents is too numerous to count, and the ghost will care about some kind of dialect that he does not understand.

"I've crossed over? I've become the sole heir of a principality? There are several female slaves, just looking at their looks and figures, they can all be about the same as Xu Jie, or even better...... This dream is too realistic, isn't it?"

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