bad, i'm a fool

Chapter 1 is broken, I'm actually a beast
Han Yang woke up and found himself lying on the belly of a strange woman.

Women are very beautiful, big where they should be big, and extremely slender where they should be slender.

"You are really full of dragon power today~"

The woman said charmingly,

"Your Highness."

shit.

Han Yang rolled over and fell out of bed, and fell heavily on the ground, staring at his eyes.

How did you fall so hard?

How is the bed so high?

"oops!"

The strange woman exclaimed, "Your Highness! What's wrong with you! Come on, Your Highness has fallen!"

Han Yang gritted his teeth and stood up on the edge of the bed, only to see that the bed was decorated with dragon carvings and three or four layers of veils mixed with gold thread.

Dragon bed!

Not his 1.6m x 1.8m IKEA Iron Frame Bed!
This is not home!
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After about half a stick of incense passed, Han Yang's back pain finally got better.

He had already put on his clothes, on the left was the enchanting woman just under him, and on the right was a doctor with a gray beard sitting on the chair.

No, the doctor.

The imperial physician held a bowl of medicine with trembling hands and handed it over respectfully.

"His Royal Highness allows the old minister to overstep."

The imperial physician gently picked up the medicine bowl, took a sip, and handed it over again.

This means that there is no poison in the medicine.

Han Yang clutched his waist, looked at the carved beams and painted buildings in the room, and looked at the enchanting concubine next to him, and felt a headache.

"Your Highness, drink."

The concubine persuaded him softly.

He drank medicine, very bitter medicine.

Han Yang wiped his mouth, turned his head and stared at the concubine.

"I think you look familiar."

The concubine was stunned, and said softly: "Your Highness is really ruthless, isn't it the turn of the concubine to serve you today?"

Han Yang smacked his lips, thought for a while, and said, "What's your name?"

"Your Highness really..."

The concubine's tone was quite sad, and she sighed:

"Stop making fun of Hanqing."

Stop making fun of Han Qing
Stop making fun of Han Qing
Stop making fun of Han Qing
Han Qing?

"Are you Hanqing?"

Han Yang asked word for word.

The concubine naturally nodded suspiciously.

"The concubine of Chi Ya Palace, Han Qing?"

"...It is you who rewarded Chi Ya Palace to Han Qing to live in."

Han Yang's pupils became bigger and his breathing became heavier.

"I……?"

The imperial physician looked at Han Qing, and Han Qing looked at the imperial physician.

"I'm……"

"I'm Plague Lord Han Dongwen???"

Han Qing shakes his head.

The doctor shook his head.

Han Yang breathed a sigh of relief.

It's fine if it's not Han Dongwen.

That ignorant lord, that debauched, debauched, utterly mediocre lord, the sickly, Han Dongwen known as the "Plague Lord".

It's fine if it's not him.

"You are a wise gentleman."

Han Qing said softly.

"Your Highness is wise, don't listen to the gossip of the ignorant people, what the Lord of Plague said, in my subordinate's opinion, I should find the person who said it, and kill him everywhere!"

The imperial physician coughed excitedly.

Han Yang was speechless.

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Plague Lord Han Dongwen.

Open the history books, no matter which country's history it is about, you can't find the name of this person.

This is a "false" history.

This is a fabricated history.

Han Yang—Han Dongwen's forehead was dripping with cold sweat as big as soybeans, and he waved his hand: "Go out."

The imperial physician bowed deeply, put away the medicine pot tray, turned and went out.

Han Qing sat aside, not moving.

Han Dongwen looked at her: "You go out too."

"I also……"

Han Qing was obviously taken aback, as if he never expected Han Dongwen to give such an order.

But in the end it was the concubine, she nodded immediately, put on her robe and exited the room.

"Your Highness, rest well tonight. Tomorrow night, Hanqing and Ke'er will come to serve you together."

She spoke softly and seductively.

But half an hour after Han Qing left, Han Dongwen's back was still straight.

He remained motionless, looking warily at the direction in which the beautiful woman left.

After confirming that she was gone, all the muscles in his body seemed to relax, and he let out a long breath.

"Damn it, Han Dongwen... Even if it's time travel, why is it Han Dongwen..."

The nightgown embroidered with gold thread was wrinkled by him.

He has watched novels and TV dramas, and he knows that he has no choice in time travel.

But Han Dongwen, it's not good.

Han Dongwen's "Seven Palaces" is even worse.

Because Han Dongwen was about to die.

Because it was Han Qing who killed him.

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Again, this is made-up history.

History has no author, but history books have authors.

The author of the fictional history has never been found.

Han Dongwen swallowed, and paced back and forth beside his tall dragon bed.

He was a witness and participant of this fabricated history.

He was part of this fabricated history.

The memory that emerged with incomparable clarity in the mind is the proof.

For example, this is the Seventh Palace, the palace of "Plague Lord" Han Dongwen.

For example, the territory of Plague Lord Han Dongwen is Simeng, a small southwestern country where the people suffer a lot.

Han Dongwen patted his cheek, trying to wake himself up.

He remembered more facts.

For example, "Plague Lord" Han Dongwen can launch a crusade after triggering the "Simeng Tribulation".

For example, "Lord of Plague" Han Dongwen dropped a pretty good ring.

Like, it's a fucking game.

Han Dongwen climbed onto his bed and organized his thoughts.

This may be the time in his life when he needs to clear his mind the most.

After all, no matter how confused you are, you will die.

"Game, okay, I still remember, this is..."

This game is called "Queyin".

Weird name.

The era is the era when holographic games are popular, and intubation behind the head is already a basic practice.

What is a posterior intubation?

People are alive, what we see and hear, what we eat, what we feel on the skin are nothing more than the signals received by the super processor of the brain.

Intubation means that the analog signal is handed over to the brain for processing.

What do you mean?
To be true, as long as there is a correspondingly programmed signal flow, after inputting it into the brain, the beauties and supermodels who are popular all over the world can immediately be charming under your body.

That's what it means.

When everything can be simulated and the most basic desires are met, people pick up more complicated pursuits again.

story.

So immersive movies were born, and people found out that I wanted to be a part of it myself.

So the ultimate realistic game destroyed other cultural and creative products, and people played heroes or dragons in one virtual world after another.

But not enough.

Human beings are, after all, savage.

In each false world, being their own emperor is not enough after all.

What is more stimulating than the concept of "strong"?
It is "better than others".

Allowed plunder, illegal killing, all of these occupied the market like a bloody storm.

All entertainment markets.

After all, when you can spend the night with the most beautiful dummy anytime, why bother making stars?

"So………"

Han Dongwen took a deep breath.

So what is the selling point of "Queyin"?
is the story.

Not such a wonderful story, not such an outrageous script.

It's a story where no one knows the ending.

"An AI-led story that progresses in real time based on player actions."

This is the ad.

People no longer need to be soldiers in the vast crowd, following established heroes to fight against demons.

You can throw yourself into the devil and see what the next step the AI ​​produces for you.

"In that case."

Han Dongwen opened his eyes and thought of one thing.

"Can I not die?"

　Seeing that there are many people who understand the difference between His Majesty and His Majesty, I am very glad that everyone can read it carefully.That's right, it makes sense, let's read on.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)