"Where is mine? Ah~, it's so comfortable and warm, just like mother's arms."

Zou Zhenghui closed his eyes and couldn't help but want to moan. This feeling was really difficult to describe with exaggerated terms, because it was just a humiliation.

But then it changed, and the warm feeling gradually turned into a cold feeling. He only felt that his whole body was frozen and his body was stiff. Even as time passed, it gradually became difficult for him to breathe.

His body gradually sank, as if an invisible big hand was grabbing him and dragging him slowly towards the abyss. He tried desperately to struggle, but to no avail. In the end, he could only close his eyes in despair and wait for death to come.

.

But at this moment, he felt that there was a mysterious power surging in his body that he didn't know where it came from. The meridians all over his body were being opened inch by inch, and his whole body seemed to be sublimated.

There was a vague voice in his ear, "I don't know what happened to you, but since you need to wake up... As the only purebred in our family, I will naturally satisfy you, but now there are still some

Too early.

Alas, I don’t know if what I did was right or wrong, but since you requested it yourself, you should be able to bear some of the consequences, so you don’t need me to worry too much. I wish you good luck."

Then he opened his eyes and woke up. Only then did Zou Zhenghui realize that he was at the bottom of the sea, so he hurriedly swam up.

When Zou Zhenghui reached the shore and took a deep breath, he realized the difference in himself. He was suddenly stunned and became ecstatic.

"It seems that the military counselor is still superficial. What is a big improvement here? It is simply a gun replaced with a cannon. The military counselor really does not deceive me!"

Zou Zhenghui said excitedly, after all, it took a long time for her to meditate cross-legged every time. She didn’t have much time and her cultivation efficiency was very slow.

Now, as long as he does the breathing technique, it will start to work on its own. And the speed is faster than when he took the initiative to meditate before. Judging from this point alone, it is already a huge difference compared to before.

[Yes, you can be considered successful now, but I always feel that something is wrong with the blood in your body...it doesn't seem to be human blood?

Of course, this may be my misunderstanding. After all, this is the first time I have seen someone use blood to return to their ancestors. Maybe this is natural, and you don’t need to worry too much.】

After the system finished speaking, it started to work again. Speaking of which, it was not easy for him to come over and take a look at Zou Zhenghui. After all, he was still busy fighting against hackers in the entire universe.

Using technology that is centuries ahead of others, he desperately squeezes the computing power of the universe center network. Only in this way can he recover faster.

Of course, he can assist Zou Zhenghui better, but this is not easy, because even if his technology is several centuries ahead, no matter how powerful he is, he can't stop the crowd.

Now, almost every two seconds, more than a hundred people take back the network from his hands, so the system is too busy and has no time to take care of itself.

"Maybe..." Zou Zhenghui fell into rare silence, because he felt that what the system said made sense, and the blood flowing in his body might not really be human.

As long as he could judge from the sounds he heard before, it was obviously similar to the demonic sound that would lead people to go to hell, so that even death would scare them, but it sounded extremely friendly to him.

It was as if they were from the same clan, and Zou Zhenghui knew clearly that that person was definitely not from the human clan.

…

"It's not easy. After so many years, we finally have news about the eldest prince. Your Highness, as I see it, it would be better to bring the eldest prince back as soon as possible and reunite your father and son as soon as possible."

The prime minister knelt on the ground, his eyes constantly drifting to the handsome middle-aged man on the dragon throne, and said respectfully, if Zou Zhenghui were here, he could easily hear the voice of the prime minister as the speaker.

In terms of appearance alone, the man was actually 89% similar to Zou Zhenghui. The Prime Minister relied on this to determine Zou Zhenghui's identity. After all, there were too few handsome heads of their clan, especially this generation, except for

Apart from the emperor, there was almost no one else.

The emperor looked at the prime minister and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood without any warning, then wiped away the blood without changing his expression, "I don't have much time left, and you know this.

It is precisely because of this that we cannot bring him back for the time being. Now is the period of internal strife. Calling him back will do no harm to you or me.

And when the time comes for those crazy princes or those princes and kings in Tianan who want to seek power and usurp the throne, it will definitely not be safe for him to stay here. I will call him back after I resolve the matter here.

"

"But Your Majesty, you are always helping the eldest prince's potential threats every day. This is certainly good, but don't forget your current physical condition. Your body will not be able to bear it if you continue like this."

The prime minister couldn't help but persuade him, saying that they had finally encountered a wise master in hundreds of years, how could they let him die so easily, so the emperor's health was always the first priority.

"Ahem, cough, cough, it's okay. The most important thing now is to help him clear the obstacles and let those who have used their strength that shouldn't be used spit out their things. We can talk about the rest later.

I don’t want my son to experience the same setbacks that I experienced all over again. I think it’s worthwhile to pay more for this, and I believe that he will definitely be able to govern our race better in the future.”

As the emperor spoke, his originally calm face suddenly became extremely angry. One can imagine how much aggrieved he was.

"But Your Highness, isn't this equivalent to betting on the future of our family on whether your son is good or not?" the prime minister couldn't bear it.

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He kept trying to persuade him, hoping to make the emperor change his mind.

"I believe that my real son has this strength. What's wrong? No matter how high-sounding you say it, this is my private matter and has nothing to do with you! It has nothing to do with anyone else!

It's my freedom to do whatever I want. This time, I miss you and have made so many contributions to our family for so many years. I don't care about anything with you. To be honest, next time you can directly mention it to me.

alright."

After saying that, the emperor flicked his clothes and left quickly, while the prime minister stayed where he was, kowtowing to the empty dragon chair.

"Now I am ashamed of my ancestors! It's a pity that in the end, I still couldn't leave Mingzhu behind. Alas, I hope that all the seniors will bless me. The emperor's son will have strong judgment just like the emperor...

"

Although he said that he did not believe that this matter could be true, it did not prevent him from praying. Maybe Zou Zhenghui was really that kind of person?

At this moment, at Zou Zhenghui's house, Zou Zhenghui, who was cooking, suddenly sneezed loudly without warning. However, Zou Zhenghui, who was sick, didn't pay attention. He rubbed his nose and hummed to himself while cooking.

At the door, Wen Yu and the dog-headed military advisor were watching with fear on their faces as Zou Zhenghui kept taking out various parts from the toolbox beside him and pouring them into the pot, secretly suspecting that he had offended him in some way.

After a while, Zou Zhenghui came out with two pots of steaming noodles and looked at them with a smile, "Here are the noodles... Why are you still standing here? Come and try my handiwork, it will definitely surprise you."

of."

Zou Zhenghui said, looking at the two of them expectantly, wanting them to try it and tell him the taste so that he could make timely improvements.

"Is it okay not to eat these noodles?" Wen Yu asked with a bit of tears in his voice. Is this noodles really something he can eat? Although it looks tempting in appearance, flavor and taste, when he thought of Zou Zhenghui's making process just now,

He felt that he was not lucky enough to enjoy this kind of food.

If I really eat it, I'm afraid I won't have to wake up the next day, or even forever...

Zou Zhenghui didn't look up, so he didn't see Wen Yu's ugly face. He just thought he was joking, so his tone became tougher, "How is it possible? Eat, you must eat! Don't even think about leaving today."

The senior on the side swallowed his saliva and decisively summoned the dog-headed strategist. He took off his clothes and hid his merit and fame. Anyway, in the past, the body of the dog-headed strategist was not afraid of being eaten to death.

At most it was just the taste, and the process of excretion after eating was a bit uncomfortable, but he had already prepared it in advance and prepared to turn off his neural empathy, so that no matter how uncomfortable it was, he wouldn't feel it.

"Good guy, the dogs I saw on the roadside before were all fake dogs. You are the real dog!" The dog-headed military advisor cursed. Looking at the pretty good noodles in front of him, he gritted his teeth and swallowed it.

He just closed his eyes tightly and waited for death to come, but to his surprise, nothing happened to him. He smashed his mouth and felt that the noodles tasted good, so he couldn't help but take another bite.

Wen Yu, who was watching on the sidelines, was dumbfounded. He never expected that the military advisor who usually seemed timid would have such courage today.

So he gritted his teeth and stomped his feet and ate the noodles in front of him. After just one bite, he couldn't stop. By the time he came to his senses, he had already finished the bowl of noodles.

"Oh, that's all. After all, I'm a dead ghost, so I can't say I died a miserable death." Wen Yu patted his belly and said with satisfaction. Although he didn't know how Zou Zhenghui managed to fry a group of mechanical parts so delicious, but

That has nothing to do with him anymore.

"What are you talking about? It's not a problem for long-lived people like you to live hundreds of years.

Could it be possible that these depressing words said out of nowhere..."

As Zou Zhenghui was talking, he suddenly thought of a possibility and looked at Wen Yu with a sad face, "I didn't expect you to get a terminal illness at such a young age. I'm sorry for touching a girl. Alas, I'm sorry."

Wen Yu looked confused. Just when he was about to answer, he felt his stomach churn. He thought it was poison, so he sighed softly and lay down on the ground, quietly waiting for the opportunity to come.

"Has it become so serious?" Zou Zhenghui looked at Wen Yu sadly, and was already secretly thinking about how many gifts he would have to give when he went down to dinner so that he would not look so awkward.

Suddenly there was a fart sound, and there was a smell in the air that was so bad that it made people unable to open their eyes. Wen Yuzao got up with a red face. He never expected to feel the same uncomfortable feeling just now.

It's just a fart.

It was the dog-headed military advisor who also spoke to Wen Yu, "These noodles should be non-toxic. After all, I've eaten so much and nothing has happened. You can rest assured."

"I already know, you don't need to say any more." Wen Yu covered his face. This was simply the scene of social death. It was not that he had made a fool of himself before, but this was the first time he had made a fool of himself in front of the two of them.

This made him feel somewhat embarrassed on his face. After all, he thought that he had always impressed the two of them as a righteous partner, but now he might have turned into a Splatoon.

"What are you talking about? Why can't I understand? Are you kidding me? Are you doing me any good? You also want to add poison to the noodles, and these noodles are not ordinary noodles, but I got them with great difficulty.

Good food.

Isn’t it a waste to waste such perfect ingredients just for the sake of poisoning?”

Zou Zhenghui said doubtfully, because he found that he couldn't understand the situation at all, and he didn't know what happened. It was just time to make a bowl of noodles, so why could he not understand these two people?

"We just saw you there with a lot of spare parts and mechanical repair tools.

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Yes, I thought you..."

The dog-headed military advisor opened his mouth to explain, but before he could finish his words, Wen Yu covered his mouth. He really didn't want to be embarrassed anymore, especially if Zou Zhenghui knew that this reasoning was made by him, it would make everyone laugh.

Already.

"Hahaha~" After listening to the dog-headed military advisor, Zou Zhenghui laughed so much that he could no longer stand and rolled on the ground, "Oh, I'm dying, you guys are so interesting.

I was just repairing cooking tools. Who knows how many years ago that gas stove was made? It suddenly went out while I was cooking it. In the end, I spent a lot of effort to replace it with a can.

New gas tank.

This noodle was barely made in the end, and you actually thought...hahahahaha..."

Zou Zhenghui laughed and pounded the ground wildly with his hands. To be honest, this was the funniest joke he had ever heard in his life. What was even funnier was that this incident actually happened around him.
To be continued...