Armor looks tall, but in fact it's just armor.

Because the armor has been locked in the pawn office, it is always necessary to wait for a while.

While waiting for the armor, Zhu Guoqiang had been sitting in the house, even though the main mansion of the Shizi Mansion had been burned down by its real owner. But the study house is still intact, and in front of the table of the study house, Zhu Guoqiang's expression is still a little trance.

Zhuang Zhou Mengdie! I'm Zhuang Zhou!

All of it, it's like a dream.

After a series of life and death tests, Zhu Guoqiang's whole person was completely stunned when he stopped now.

What the hell is going on?

He remembered it clearly, and it was in ...... Before the crossing, he was poured a stomach of wine by the customer, and finally managed to support his body and go home, and then when he took a shower, he saw that the window was not closed, and he just wanted to close the window, and suddenly a lightning bolt entered through the window......

He didn't even wait for him to react, and then with a "boom", lightning struck him, and then ...... It's the sea of fire, it's this troubled world!

Your sister's!

scolded hatefully in his heart.

"Even if you don't say hello in advance and let me prepare, then I can arrange a good place...... Ouch ......"

As soon as he was excited, Zhu Guoqiang felt a hot pain all over his body, which was roasted by the fire, but it was a skin burn, and there were not even blisters.

"This hair ......"

Despite the burning pain on his scalp, he whispered casually when he touched the burnt hair that didn't have much hair left.

"If you have a razor, shave your head, and if the city is broken, you may be able to pretend to be a monk at that time......

However, the priority now is not to shave the head, but to defend the city.

Holding the bookcase, he stared at the map of Jinan left by the previous owner, and looked at the royal city in the center of the map, which was the last stronghold. Zhu Guoqiang frowned.

"How should this city be defended?"

How to defend the city?

Let me write a market research report, okay, defend the city?

We're not professional!

If there are tens of thousands of horses, naturally there is no need to worry, but what do you have in your hands?

The honor soldiers of the 1,000 and hundreds of honor guards are the honor guards who play the flag to fill the scene.

There are also hundreds of mausoleum guards...... Well, that's just the "cemetery" security!

Your sister, this is my soldier?

What to do?

Will this be able to hold the city?

It must be impossible to hold it!

What is the result of not being able to hold on?

Either die in battle, or become a prisoner, not to mention the humiliation, this life will definitely not be saved!

This thief is ......

"Hey, get me home......"

The moment this thought flashed in his heart, Zhu Guoqiang felt a slight paralysis, and then seemed to be pulled down by something, although this pulling force was almost not worth mentioning, but he fell backwards and fell to the ground solidly.

"!"

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

"This ......"

This is the living room of my house......

That's right, it's the pigeon cage that has to pay back 3,060 a month......

I'm back again!

Is it really a dream?

At that moment, his eyes widened with the extra thing in the living room, and the man sat on the floor, staring at it dumbfounded—an antique mahogany table.

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

Staring at the bookcase in front of him, which was supposed to be in another world. Countless thoughts were tumbling in Zhu Guoqiang's mind.

What's going on?

Instinctively gasping for air, Zhu Guoqiang closed his eyes and tried to calm himself down, but the bookcase in front of him reminded him of his previous experience.

Hallucination!

It must be a hallucination!

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

Wait a minute...... Could it be that the cold two days ago burned out the brain?

But the cold is obviously cured?

Wearing a cotton coat in dog days, Zhu Guoqiang soon felt sweat on his body, but even so, he still sat there motionless, his brain was running rapidly, and he began to test whether he really burned out his brain.

My surname is Zhu, Zhu Yuanzhang's Zhu, the name is strong, the country is strong, the country is strong.

I was born at the time of the Strait crisis. So my father named me Zhu Guoqiang, with expectations for the future of the country. Of course, it also sounds like a very cheesy name, once upon a time he was also a promising young man with lofty ideals and dreams to the pinnacle of life, and now he is not just an ordinary person who works hard in a provincial town.

In the mind, personal memories emerge one by one, and it is certain that the brain is not burned out!

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

It's like a computer's self-check, and after a self-check, Zhu Guoqiang came to a conclusion.

The brain didn't burn out!

I've never had a mental illness in my home!

I haven't heard of anyone in my family who is insane.

Psychosis ruled out!

All right!

So what happened just now?

Recalling the previous encounter, Zhu Guoqiang looked at the blue and white pen holder on the table, which seemed to be rolling and seemed to be about to fall.

"No ......"

Almost at the moment when the words fell, the pen holder fell off and fell directly on the lazy sofa under the table.

"Hoo ......"

It was only at this time that Zhu Guoqiang breathed a sigh of relief, rushed over with a roll, picked up the pen holder, and felt the coolness in his palm at the moment when the pen holder was in his hand, and a consciousness appeared in his mind - it was real!

"I'm dreaming, dreaming......"

Although his lips repeated it over and over again, his eyes were still fixed on the blue and white pen holder in his hand, which shone with the characteristic luster of porcelain.

But the touch in his hand made Zhu Guoqiang realize this...... Not a dream. But a new question arises - how did he come back?

What about the study?

Almost at the moment when this thought surfaced, a paralyzing sensation like an electric shock came again, along with this somewhat strange feeling, Zhu Guoqiang, who was originally sweating hot, once again felt the coldness in the air and the somewhat choking smell of fireworks, although his legs were a little unstable, and he almost stumbled and fell to the ground, but the things in front of him still made his eyes wide.

But, this, this is exactly that study!

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

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

"Can you travel freely through time and space?"

Although all this was too unbelievable, the air was faintly filled with the sound of cannons, and although he still faced the threat of life and death, in addition to danger and death, he also saw wealth everywhere.