After Transmigrating, I Became the National Fortune of Great Qin

Chen Xuan woke up one day to suddenly find himself transformed into a black dragon, a black dragon coiled above a certain child's head...

Chapter 132: Changing the King

"Do you want to know what your father will do to you?"

Suddenly, an ethereal voice sounded in Zhao Qian's heart, and at the moment this voice sounded, everything in the bedroom seemed to have pressed the pause button, there was no movement, or it could be said that the movement slowed down.

"No need to shout it out, say it in your heart, say it in your heart." The voice was still echoing, still so tempting, making Zhao Qian's heart waver.

He is a person who dares to collude with Lejian and is willing to share half of his territory with others. Now he is just replying, so what is there to be afraid of?

"Who are you?" Zhao Qian asked in his heart. Everything today was unknown, which made Zhao Qian feel a little panicked.

"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is whether you want to live."

The voice was filled with teasing.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk. I didn't want to say anything at first, but when I think about it, even a tiger won't eat its own cubs, let alone whipping your skin, I just can't bear it. I'll just tell you out loud so you can go with a clear mind."

It was like a thunderbolt that struck Zhao Qian, causing him to stagger.

Skin, skin!

Zhao Qian already knew that the thing was really a skin bag. From what he said, it seemed that he was also going to turn into a skin bag.

This is much more terrifying than death.

"If you keep moving around, I don't mind leaving you alone."

The voice seemed a little angry, but he hadn't really given up, and the surrounding scenery remained normal.

"Please, immortal, save me!" Zhao Qian shouted in his heart. He had no confidence at all that he could defeat King Zhao Daoxiang.

Although he had never witnessed the horror of Zhaoqi's archers, how could a person who could kill Lejian here be an ordinary person?

No matter what, Zhao Qian could not defeat King Zhao Daoxiang at all, and had no chance of challenging any of King Zhao Daoxiang's authority.

Now Zhao Qian can only pin his hopes on this sudden voice, he can only pin his hopes on this thing.

"Will my saving you benefit you?" The voice was like a cat teasing a mouse. "You should know that whatever you can give, your father can also give. Even if you can't give, your father can still give."

"If the immortal saves me, I am willing to let the entire Zhao State offer sacrifices to the immortal, no matter what kind of sacrifice it is."

Zhao Qian knew what he meant by this sentence, and he also knew that if this voice really had evil intentions, he would become a sinner for all eternity.

But now Zhao Qian no longer has time to think so much. He just wants to survive and escape from the hands of King Zhao Daoxiang.

"I want a living sacrifice of three cities."

Demon, this must be a demon!

Zhao Qian would not be so foolish as to think that this person wanted to offer livestock as sacrifices. If the three cities were really sacrificed, then half of the State of Zhao would be destroyed.

But if he doesn't agree now, he will probably die without a burial place and not even a complete body will be left.

"I know, I agreed." Zhao Qian could only agree. He just wanted to live now, just wanted to live.

"Happy transaction." The voice suddenly became serious. "You don't have to move from now on. I'll take care of everything."

After saying this, Zhao Qian felt as if he was squeezed out by some force, and now he had walked to the side of King Zhao Daoxiang!

King Zhao Daoxiang's once strong palms were now reduced to bones and skin, looking particularly creepy.

And this palm seemed to be slapping towards Zhao Qian.

It was just like the way he was usually photographed, light and airy, as if without any effort.

But Zhao Qian knew that there was murderous intent hidden there, a murderous intent that no one could feel!

Chen Xuan looked at the trembling Prince of Zhao, and a sense of evil instantly arose in his heart.

The stone platform seemed to be able to move, and he could take it out of King Zhao Daoxiang's mind and give it to another person.

The person who supported him seemed to still favor Ying Zheng and wanted to respect history.

It's just that on the premise of respecting history, we can let the Qin Dynasty last longer and let Ying Zheng live longer.

In other words, this is just compensation for Chen Xuan.

After all, having buried such a huge hidden danger in the west of Daqin, the countries in the east will not cause trouble for him.

The current conveniences prove that the threat from the West is probably much greater.

Although the Di people later disappeared in the long river of history, with the help of that person, who can say how far the Di people could have gone in this time and space?

But this one is also a ruthless person.

Chen Xuan couldn't think so much now. Now he had to take care of the crown prince of Zhao, Zhao Qian.

Compared with King Daoxiang of Zhao, it seems that the terror caused by this one is even greater.

The living sacrifice of the three cities was given without any hesitation.

Chen Xuan no longer had any reason not to choose this person, not to choose Zhao Qian as the new king of Zhao.

After all, King Daoxiang of Zhao could only kill all the royal family members of Zhao State, but he could not kill the sense of belonging in the hearts of the people of Zhao State.

But Zhao Qian was able to do so. When Zhao Qian achieved the wrath of heaven and the hatred of the people, the State of Zhao would no longer pose any threat to Ying Zheng and the Qin Dynasty.

Although the Zhao cavalry archers are tough guys and difficult to deal with, they can't drag down the Qin army or Bai Qi's army.

Compared with Zhao's cavalry archers, the revival after unification is what the Qin Dynasty should worry about.

King Zhao Daoxiang's hand was already on Zhao Qian's head, and the stone platform in his mind began to spin wildly like a beast that smelled blood.

King Zhao Daoxiang had a look of reluctance on his face, but when he saw that the fog seemed to be wavering, he no longer felt soft-hearted and slapped it down hard.

I can still have another son and raise another heir. Now that I have missed this opportunity, I don’t know how long I have to wait.

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