The Marshal of Drama is fine again today

The system shouted: "Son, you made money this time."

Mo Ji'an raised his eyebrows.

"You got the Nirvana Tree Seed. This is a good thing, and it rarely appears in high-level planes! The fruit it bears is the raw material for making repairing liquid. With the Nirvana Fruit, why do we still use worrying repairing liquid? Imagine throwing it away in the future A face full of repairing fluid, it's too inhumane!" The system urged: "Stop it and plant it."

so precious?

Mo Ji'an had already seen the powerful effect of the repairing fluid, so he was naturally moved, but...

"I have no place to plant."

He is very wary of Interstellar, and if someone finds it and takes it away or destroys it, the loss outweighs the gain.Besides, I don't know what conditions are needed for such a precious thing, ordinary soil will not work.

The system rolled its eyes: "Did you forget the novice gift package? You have a piece of land!"

Mo Jian was stunned.

The system was speechless: "You won't forget."

No, never remember.

Mo Ji'an coughed lightly: "Is there enough nutrition and sunshine in this place? Can it be planted?"

"Hey, since I dare to mention it, there is no reason why it can't be planted! More importantly, the time flow rate here is ten times faster than outside. If the system is upgraded, this place will be upgraded accordingly." The system was triumphant and rambling.

That's not bad.

Mo Ji'an couldn't restrain his heart from burning up. Not only did he sell the repair fluid to make money, but it was enough to save his life.He has no portable space and cannot enter the system time and space, so he can only entrust the system to plant tree seeds for him.Fortunately, the system thoughtfully and simultaneously rebroadcasted it for him, so he was relieved.

Staring at the small puddle within one meter of soil, the corners of Mo Ji'an's mouth curved slightly.

System: "Son, I have two tasks: build a business empire and become a wise king."

Business...empire?

Shuai Zhai almost bit his tongue, "System, I'm an ordinary person. I don't understand finance except for messing around with computers." Besides, the technology that can become a hacker in modern times is nothing in Interstellar.

"You don't have a political vision yet, so you're planning to enter the throne." The system was noncommittal: "Don't worry, you have me!"

Heartbroken.

Mo Ji'an was speechless.

In all fairness, he considers himself mediocre and lacks knowledge, and Ming Jun is always a man of great wisdom.The Ming emperors in Great China for thousands of years can also be counted. He doesn't think he can become a good emperor who governs the country.Moreover, the great power is relative to the wealth and well-being of the people of the empire, as well as Zong's ascites expectations.

"Actually, you don't need to belittle yourself. Your advantages are incomparable in this world." Seeing his aggrieved face, the system seldom realized his conscience, and comforted him: "At least, they can't understand classical Chinese, can they?"

Mo Ji'an's eyes flickered slightly, as if he had lost his mind.

The system's tone was faint: "The food culture of the big foodie empire has thousands of years, even StarCraft can't catch up with it. I suggest you start here."

Mo Jian: "Okay."

"For Ming Jun, look for materials in the trading plane." The system snorted softly: "I don't want to make meritorious deeds, are you a man?"

Mo Jian: "..."

"You bear the lives of tens of billions of people in the interstellar world, cheer up! Besides, you don't want to take revenge? You must know that you are riding a tiger, and if you fail, you will be benevolent. Since they can kill you once, they can kill you a second time. There is no place for it, isn’t it just the fish on the knife?”

"Thank you." As if pushing through the clouds, a flash of inspiration flashed.

Mo Ji'an swallowed chicken soup for his soul, and suddenly he was full of motivation. He wanted to bring what he knew to the interstellar world.

Once the decision is made, preparations begin, and the optical brain is turned on to check.Pictures of edible plants floated in the air, most of which were different from what he knew, but he finally found a few familiar vegetables, "System, potatoes and eggplants are the same in this world. There are also green peppers, although cucumbers are mutated. Yes, but you can still see it."

When he was a child, Mo Ji'an was both excited and apprehensive.

Sure enough, you still need to buy and try the taste to know whether it is different.

Seeing that he was full of energy, the system couldn't help pouring cold water on him: "If you don't sleep, you won't know if it's you or the panda that will appear at the grand ceremony tomorrow."

Glancing at the time, Mo Ji'an was surprised: "Is it going soon?"

It's too fast.

He didn't feel sleepy at all, that's right, he was unconscious for several hours before waking up.

Seeing that he was still excited, the system dumped his collection of poems: "You are so energetic, if you memorize it, you may be able to use it tomorrow."

On a sunny day full of spring, the outside of the magnificent temple is already overcrowded.They are bustling, shoulder to shoulder.The previous emperor passed away, and the people who had been sad for two days cheered up again, counting the days with anticipation.

After only sleeping for two hours, Mo Ji'an was still full of fighting spirit.

Wei Ming's complexion was not good, his eye circles were darkened, his frown stretched after seeing Mo Ji'an, and he raised his head and smiled proudly.

"Mojian, you are really good."

This laugh 'badly'.

Mo Ji'an nodded: "Well, your complexion is not very good."

He almost lost his life, this revenge must be avenged.It was already very self-restraining for him not to punch him on the spot.

"Although it is a gift from God, talent and vision are different. Every gift from God has the right to compete, and only the most knowledgeable ones are qualified to take that position." Wei Ming narrowed his eyes: "How can a person with unknown background Becoming an emperor, swallowing the sea with a mayfly, will be nothing in the end."

The system has a look of 'close the door and let the dogs go': "Small it, fuck him."

Temperament does not like to fight for power and profit, and Mo Ji'an was also aroused by Wei Ming to be a little fierce.He will definitely look at him: "Whether I am qualified or not is up to the world. If you want to compete, you can do it, and I will accompany you." Walking by his side, he said: "Shaohua Xiuxiao has no roots at all, and the good wind sends me to Qingyun by force. .”

Wei Ming was stunned for a moment, his face turned blue and pale.

Mo Ji'an won, feeling much relieved from the depression he had accumulated since yesterday's assassination: "Sure enough, I'm happy when he's unhappy."

The confrontation between the two was very short, and many people didn't even notice it, but this scene was still watched by others.In an inconspicuous corner, the adjutant shook his tentacles twice in amazement: "Hey, it's a good show! But the new emperor looks soft and has thorns." For the Zerg, their tentacles can receive messages in a wide range. is a racial advantage.

Fiddled with the tassels of the gold silk bag, Cong Yuan didn't lift his eyelids, as if he had never heard of it.

Seeing the marshal's lack of interest, the adjutant couldn't help curling his lips.He didn't see what the Marshal, who had no desires and no desires, was interested in.Oh, it's not that there is no such thing. After returning from the disappearance, I couldn't put it down to this weird little broken bag, and I don't know where it came from.

Zong looked around, his face serious.The top ten Marshals were present at the Emperor's Grand Ceremony, except Marshal Chong from the Extreme North Starfield and Marshal Black from the Meteor Belt. On the day of the grand pawn, there were four who directly pledged their allegiance.But His Majesty...

There are only six people on the ten chairs, and one of them is a bald eagle who is said to have long been loyal.

Mo Ji'an looked at the people who were roaring like a tsunami, took a deep breath, and patted his chest.

Keeping an eye on the situation, Zong murmured worriedly: "Your Majesty."

It's alright.

"laugh."

With a sneer in his ear, Zong coldly glanced away, his brown pupils overflowing sharply.

The bald eagle stroked the hooked nose: "The patriarch of the orangutan who is praised for wisdom, I have always admired your wisdom, but recently..."

Zong smiled: "I am also proud of my IQ, now and in the future."

Bald Eagle: "Hahaha, yeah."

The system smiled and said, "Your loyal dog has already confronted the progeria bird head-on."

Mo Ji'an was startled, and then smiled at Xiang Zong.

Standing on the altar for the second time, he enjoyed more fiery gazes. Unlike the last time, he was in a different state of mind, this time with great ambitions.

"Fengtian Chengyun Emperor's edict said..."

The high priest's solemn reading was heard next to his ear. Mo Ji'an wiped it with the hand hidden in his sleeve, pretending to be calm on the face, but he was still nervous inside: "System, do you have any courage?"

System: "Son, it's true that wine is strong and courageous, and it doesn't taste good on such a formal occasion."

So no, just overcome it yourself.

"I can temporarily block your vision and hearing." The system is eager to try: "Want to experience it?"

The high priest finished his reading. Amidst deafening cheers, he was about to put on the crown for the new emperor. His hand holding the crown was still unsteady, and he sang very loudly. He almost threw the crown out. When he looked sullenly, his face almost turned black. .

High Priest: "Wei Ming? Why are you standing up?"

Wei Ming glared angrily: "Teacher! This grand ceremony cannot go on. We will not agree to let this person be the emperor."

"Yes, yes!" Several Tianci also shouted, they have been following Wei Ming in the past, and treated him as his younger brother, they have long regarded him as the next generation of emperors, they have placed their treasure on him, and they have long regarded him as the leader.

The high priest pursed his lips straight: "This is a big ceremony, so it's not a joke! Don't back down!"

"No! Teacher, even if you order me today, I will definitely not obey! This person's origin is unknown, and there are many doubts about the reason for the late emperor's death, and he is the most suspect now!" Wei Ming argued with his neck stuck.

The high priest's face was turning blue.

Wei Ming said with certainty: "Besides, there are three requirements to become an emperor. One is a gift from God, the other is to communicate with the gods, and the third is to have loyalists." He turned around and raised his arms to hundreds of millions of viewers: "People! I studied in the temple when I was young, and I can be enlightened, and I even have the loyalty of one of the ten marshals, why is he the only emperor? Isn't this weird?"

Wei Ming was arrogant and domineering in front of Xingji, and the high priest was dubbed as a religious disciple, which can be said to be very shameless.

The always kind high priest was very angry.

Mo Ji'an patted the old man's shoulder lightly: "Don't worry, let me do it." After thinking for a while, he comforted him: "Heaven will send a great mission to the people, and you must first suffer from it." Wei Ming came out, but he didn't nervous.

The author has something to say: Marshal (╬◣д◢): Someone bullied my wife? !Think I don't exist?

Adjutant (￣ェ￣;): Marshal, no one saw that you just pretended to be a jerk in the corner.

The marshal hurried on: Wait, my wife, I'll support you!

then……

Marshal (~￣▽￣)~: Huh?I married my wife? !