Lu Mingjun opened his eyes, and his expression fell into a trance. He seemed to be lying on a bed made of mahogany, with a thick layer of cotton padding on the inside, which was soft and soft.
The bedroom is about a dozen square meters in size. The entire building is built with a falcon structure. Less than three meters away from the bed is a woman's dressing table. The rouge products placed on it are from hundreds of years ago.
The style of popular items in the Ming Dynasty.
"Ah!" Lu Mingjun had a splitting headache. He wanted to sit up from the bed, but as if he had touched a seriously injured neuron at this moment, he felt a tearing sensation, and he couldn't help spitting a mouthful of blood on the ground.
"puff!"
At this moment, Lu Mingjun tried to raise the Qi in his Dantian again, and pain was felt in his internal organs at the same time, as if his body was warning him that it was going on a collective strike.
Looking inside himself with difficulty, his Dantian was now riddled with holes, his inner elixir had disappeared, and the coldness he was proud of had also disappeared. Now, except for a pair of mountaineering eyes that could see the world, he had nothing left.
Lu Mingjun breathed heavily, carefully moved his upper body, leaned on the cold saddle of the bed, and carefully recalled everything he had experienced before.
Taking advantage of Li Yang's momentary flaw, Lu Mingjun used all his strength to expand the power of the domain and escaped by stepping on the ice.
On the outskirts of Shangjing, to the west of Taihang, this place was officially classified as a restricted area. Few people came here. When he was running for his life, Lu Mingjun seemed to have hid in a cave and dug three feet into the ground, hoping to hide underground and recuperate first.
But as soon as he dug a few meters underground, an empty and gloomy land suddenly appeared in front of him.
Ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine sculptures of soldiers and horses are presented in front of you. They are trapped in the camp, heavily armored, holding plastic guns, and sitting on saddles, showing their fierce appearance.
The captain raised his horse with his sword drawn, and a commander held the command flag and waved his voice to the side, shouting!
In front of everyone, a platform was built with golden dragons tattooed on the left and right sides. A throne stood prominently on top, with an inscription engraved in front of the seat. Two priceless night pearls were swallowed by the golden dragon in its mouth.
Sitting on the throne is a humanoid sculpture, wearing a general's dragon armor and a red battle robe on his back. He holds his head with one hand and looks at thousands of soldiers and horses seemingly casually.
Opening his eyes, even though they were cold sculptures, there was a sense of supreme majesty in his eyes. This was a statue of the Human Emperor, towering over hundreds of millions of people. He could kill millions of people with a single anger!
There are two rows of people standing upright on the left and right in front of the throne, five on each side. The nine are commanders of ten thousand men in the army, each holding eleven hundred and ten men. The person standing first on the left side of the throne is
The commander-in-chief of the entire army, wearing scales and a beard.
There is a man kneeling on the ground in front of the throne, holding a jade plate in his hand. From the carved expression, you can see that this man is trembling all over, his eyes are frightened, and his mouth seems to be expressing his intention to surrender to the human emperor.
The items placed on the jade plate were very small, a ring-shaped silver ring less than an inch in diameter, with incomprehensible and twisted ancient characters engraved on it.
At the last moment when consciousness was interrupted, Lu Mingjun seemed to have put the ring on the ring finger of his left hand, and then fell asleep. What happened next was how he ended up in this bed.
He couldn't remember it at all. His memory seemed to be covered with an indestructible veil. Whenever he thought about it, his head would feel the pain of bursting and his head would explode.
"Huchi..."
Lu Mingjun kept breathing heavily. Now he was like a seriously ill patient who was about to have sex at any time. Even moving his fingers or moving his body made it extremely difficult for him.
All his mountaineering-level cultivation was in vain. Although his body was slowly repairing over time, Lu Mingjun could clearly feel that his life was passing quickly.