It has been worn down quite a bit, and the blade has become much blunter, from an exquisite sword to a broken one, and it continues to be repaired.
The entire ancient tomb suddenly became quiet, with only Feng Feng's heavy breathing as the sound remained.
The First Emperor approached step by step and looked at Feng Feng expressionlessly.
The other person's body was covered with scratches and burns, some of which were so deep that the bones were visible.
However, the First Emperor knew that these injuries only looked serious and were all flesh wounds.
He specifically instructed Azure Dragon and White Tiger to be careful when attacking, and to strike at places that would cause pain to the opponent without losing their combat effectiveness.
According to the efficacy of the elixir given by the other party before, this minor injury is not a problem and can be fully recovered in half an incense stick of time.
"Why don't you take the pill you just took again?"
Feng Feng's chest heaved violently. He had been treated like a monkey for so long, and the resentment in his heart was enough to raise a Sadako.
But... I can't beat him.
So I gritted my teeth and replied, "I'm done eating."
"Hmph, don't try to deceive me. Although the moves you just used were indeed endless and dazzled me."
"But these alone are not all your trump cards. You are still holding back, and naturally you have also saved some healing pills. Take them quickly and speak to me."
Feng Feng chuckled, and blood continued to seep out of the wounds on his body as he moved.
He acted as if he hadn't seen it and didn't slow down at all.
"Do you think that high-grade Huiyuan Dan is some cheap wholesale commodity?"
"Are you not afraid that I will punish you for disrespect if you contradict me like this?"
Feng Feng continued to laugh.
Kill him if you want to, kill him quickly. If he’s scared, he’s a dog!
Anyway, the other party is a famous tyrant in history and has killed countless people!
"Although you held back, the moves you contributed were impressive enough. If you rise, I will not force you to continue fighting."
Feng Feng was still lying on the ground like a dead dog.
The First Emperor frowned and began to doubt his own judgment.
The other party had previously encountered monsters from outside the domain and consumed a large number of life-saving items.
Could it be that all the healing supplies have really been used up?
The First Emperor hesitated for a moment and began to explain.
"He is not inferior to others in being able to practice several methods concurrently. I am afraid he is considered a person of outstanding talent among the Hermits."
"I don't want to be your enemy for now, so I won't kill you."
Feng Feng was breathing in more than out, his eyes were closed and he lost consciousness.
The First Emperor rubbed his eyes and finally felt that things were getting out of control.
"You are not joking."
"real?"
Feng Feng, who looked like a dead man, quickly got up and threw a green pill into his mouth.
The wounds on his body began to stop bleeding and heal visibly.
Ignoring the numbness and itchiness of the flesh growing on the wound, Feng Feng took out a recorder from his storage bag.
"I recorded everything you just said and made several backups. I'll make sure to send the recordings to the cloud as soon as the fog zone is disbanded."
"Even if they kill me, the recording will still be discovered by other members of the Hermit Society and posted online. The modern internet is very advanced!"
"You are the emperor, you can't go back on your word!"
The First Emperor was so angry that he laughed.
"Very good."
I was almost tricked by the other party into using my private elixir to save someone.
"Do you know that you just committed the crime of deceiving the emperor?"
"No, no, no, I was really dying just now. Seriously, I almost saw my mom. Pah, pah, I saw my deceased grandpa. How can that be considered deceiving the emperor?"
After confirming that the First Emperor really had no intention of taking action, Feng Feng's courage suddenly grew.
"We've fought and watched the show, now can we talk it over?"
"Stand up for me."
"I was just about to say this. A bunch of people standing there chatting is so stupid. Will we get hemorrhoids if we sit down and talk?"
Feng Feng, without any worries, completely let himself go and sat down cross-legged on the ground.
"Or maybe the soul body doesn't get tired, so it doesn't matter whether you stand or sit? Then I can just sit alone."
The First Emperor looked down at the young man who was playing tricks on the ground. The feeling of being offended soon turned into amusement.
The other party is really shameless and does things without any image, like a child.
It is hard to believe that a favored child of heaven with outstanding talent in cultivation would be so careless about his image.
Presumably, the other party held a high status in the Hermit Society. He was curious about how the other party would explain after returning.
The First Emperor waved his hand, and two sets of antique tables and chairs appeared on the ground.
He took the lead and sat down on one of the chairs.
"Sit down."
Feng Feng widened his eyes and got up from the ground by touching the chair.
"Oh my god, a chair from two thousand years ago?! Could this color be the legendary rosewood, a must-have for the royal family?"
The First Emperor was very pleased with Feng Feng's surprise.
It seems that after thousands of years, royal belongings are still coveted by future generations.
Feng Feng sat down carefully, as if he was carefully feeling the texture of the chair.
The smile on the Emperor's face grew wider and wider: "How do you feel?"
"It feels...good."
After walking, standing, and fighting along the way, Feng Feng was already exhausted.
It feels so good to sit down now.
He just wanted to feel the difference of the two thousand year old rosewood.
The result told him that a chair is a chair, there is no difference.
At most, the seat cushion is quite soft, and you won’t encounter any burrs when you put your hand into the carved hollow area, and every part is very round.
Overall, it is completely indistinguishable from the wooden handmade chairs sold online.
Feng Feng added silently in his heart.
Then he saw that the tyrant opposite seemed to be smiling even more happily, and his speech was much less arrogant.
"As long as you like it, I've never personally arranged for the reception of guests, but now it seems that it is not impossible."
The corners of Feng Feng's mouth twitched, and he wanted to curse again.
Entertain guests?
He didn't see any hospitality in the treatment he just received!
"Haha, indeed. After all, you lived two thousand years ago. It's already difficult to find two complete chairs, let alone this... uh, large pearwood table!"
"It's mahogany."
“…Just pretend I didn’t say anything.”
The First Emperor picked up the teacup on the table, blew on it, and took a sip.
Although Feng Feng was very skeptical about whether a soul without a body could drink tea, and whether tea from two thousand years ago could be drunk.
But he was just not afraid of death, not someone who liked to commit suicide, so he suppressed all the complaints in his heart.
"I am the ruler of a country, how could I possibly be short of a table and two stools? You are the only one who needs a seat, why would you bring so many?"
"You have a chair?" Feng Feng was a little surprised. "You don't even have furniture here when you're working?"
"Who told you that I would be doing business here?"
"Ah? Aren't you meeting us here?"
"Where do you think this place is?"
Feng Feng thought for a moment: "Imperial Study?"
Or some other place where government affairs are handled.
He only knew what that place was called when the emperor was alive.
It is not clear what to call the place with similar function in the imperial tomb.
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