Pirates: Be the Master from the East China Sea

The face of the stone statue is exactly the same as Roach, which is not a strange thing.

Because the person depicted in the stone statue was himself.

But the stone statue has now collapsed and broken, just like the ancient settlement that has become a mess.

The perpetrators of this crime were a group of outsiders.

They almost killed everyone here, leaving only A Yao as a survivor.

The leader of this group is Fubuki.

He was a swordsman wearing clean snow-white clothes, and his face was as cold and pale as snow.

"The ancient tribe must be destroyed."

Fubuki held a sharp white sword in his hand, his expression as cold as winter snow: "Just like the sun is about to set when it rises, the blood blooming on the tip of my sword is the so-called destiny."

"You don't have this chance."

Standing in front of Chui Xue was Luo Qi, who was in torn clothes. He first glanced at the ancient tribe's territory that had been destroyed in the blink of an eye, then turned his head and looked at Chui Xue coldly: "As long as I am here, your If you try, you will not succeed.”

"You have become a god, which is beyond my reach."

Fubuki sneered, with ridicule in his eyes: "But now that you have fallen to the lower realm, you must have experienced a great change, right? Even if you don't want to admit it, it can be seen from your embarrassing appearance Now that you have come out, how much power can you exert as a god now?"

"You underestimate the existence of God."

Roach shook his head slowly: "You don't understand how wrong you are, nor how heavy a price you will pay next."

"I wouldn't mind trying it with my sword."

"Of course I don't mind helping you."

Luo Qi looked directly at the other party coldly: "But I have been wanting to ask you since just now. Do you seem to know me? And judging from your expression when you recognized me just now, do we still have deep grudges before?"

"That's natural!"

Fubuki's face suddenly showed a trace of ferocity, which greatly destroyed his handsome beauty: "Even when I was dreaming, I would kill you thousands of times. It's a pity that I didn't have the chance to realize my dream in the past. , because the distance between man and God is too far, but I still didn’t expect that God would be so merciful to me and actually give me a chance to realize my dream with my own hands.”

"I understand how much you hate me."

Luo Qi nodded lightly: "If possible, can you tell me the reason for all this? Although I feel a little ashamed to say it, I really have no impression of you at all."

"That's probably because I was just an insignificant speck of dust to you at that time!"

Chui Xue's eyes showed deep hatred and unwillingness: "At that time, I was still called Zhang Dong. I was originally a successful person living in a modern city, but later I traveled to a strange ancient fictional world..."

As he narrated in a tone full of hatred, an old incident finally gradually opened up——

That was a long, long time ago.

Zhang Dong stood in front of the clean and bright floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the constant flow of traffic at his feet.

It's like looking at your own kingdom.

Relying on his family's resources and his own talents, Zhang Dong personally built a powerful business empire. His former competitors have been completely defeated, and now he stands at the top of the pyramid.

But all this will come to an end.

Although Zhang Dong has unattainable wealth and status, he is still vulnerable to real opponents. The family fortune he has worked so hard to build has now become a rope hanging around his neck.

Zhang Dong knew that he was destined not to see the sun tomorrow.

He must die.

Only in this way can those enemies rush forward with peace of mind and greedily eat the sweet cake that originally belonged to him. As long as he does not fall from the throne, their bloody fangs will not be put away.

This is human nature.

A self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of Zhang Dong's mouth, and he took out the white pill that had been prepared from his arms. He took one last look at the bustling scenery outside the window, and then he swallowed the white pill without hesitation.

Then he fell down straight.

Zhang Dong's thinking paused at this moment, and infinite darkness appeared in front of his eyes.

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His past life has been severed from him, and what appears before him is a strange world. The world is vast beyond imagination, and powerful countries from all over the world stand in the same sky, working together to maintain a chaotic world that has lasted for hundreds of years.

And Yue is just a small country in the south.

Six years ago, Prince Gou Jian of Yue inherited the throne. Since then, the country has gradually become stronger and stronger, and the people have been able to live a prosperous life. Although Wu and Chu have always been eyeing each other, they have never provoked a real war.

It's a good time right now.

Gou Jian had two sons in total. The eldest son, Lu Ying, had been established as the crown prince. He had been known as a child prodigy since he was a child. The most rare thing was that he had a benevolent heart. Unfortunately, he had always been weak and sick. Two years ago, he was even plagued by a bad disease. It is said that He almost died at that time.

Fortunately, he finally recovered smoothly.

All the people of Yue celebrated this event for three days, but no one knew that the real prince was dead.

What awakened in his body was another soul.

Roach's soul.

As Lu Ying's younger brother, the third prince also had his soul stolen.

That is Zhang Dong.

That day he looked at the face in the bronze mirror, and a voice kept echoing in his mind.

I have become another self.

The ups and downs of his previous life were like a black and white movie, and his story ended before it even began.

Opening my eyes was another earth-shaking experience.

What was reflected in the bronze mirror was an unfamiliar face, and this young man was obviously himself at this moment.

Kneeling in front of him were a group of guards with swords.

There were chaotic screams and shouts outside the door.

"Stop them!"

"All the people from the right guard will follow me, kill them all without leaving a single piece of armor behind!"

"Who leaked the news?"

Zhang Dong's mind was already a mess, and the jumps in scenes made it difficult for him to adapt. Before his thoughts could escape from the fact of death, his mind had already flooded into his mind, and his memories were forcibly torn into pieces. A severe headache always followed him, stimulating him. His nerves and brain cells.

The headache never got better, and the chaotic memories were torn into pieces.

His life has always been smooth sailing. This kind of life is not exciting, but it is enough to make him feel satisfied.

Zhang Dong felt a splitting headache again.

Chaotic memories flooded into his mind like a wave, almost tearing his soul apart together. The scenes before his death emerged one by one like a fleeting glance, but when he opened his eyes, what he saw was no longer the familiar scenery, but the unfamiliar palaces and palaces. Pavilions and pavilions.

Kyoto City is an ancient city that has flourished for thousands of years.

There are rivers everywhere here.

When the light mist in the morning dissipated, the whole city began to become busy. Fishing boats shuttled between the rivers, vendors on the streets were busy setting up stalls, and children on the stone bridge were playing and playing, holding hands. Holding a newly made paper kite.