Travel through the long dream millennium

Nanwang only gave Yuanshen one month to think about it, and counting the days during which he failed to escape and committed suicide to recuperate from injuries, the number of remaining days was only a handful.

Except for today, there are only three days left.

After 36 hours, he will wash himself up, and obediently dedicate himself to the backyard of that ridiculous prince who strengthened himself.

The situation is tricky...

Gu Changli tangles his black hair uncomfortably—he is still not used to the waist-length hair that even most modern women can't grow when he just arrived—thinking about the plans that can be implemented at present.

run away?

The previous painful experiences of the original body have taught him enough lessons, unless he can penetrate the meridians overnight, achieve great feats, be able to smash boulders with his fists, and step on the sky with his feet-maybe there may be a chance from those covetous and malicious people. The Overseer is now fighting his way out.

help?

This is even more nonsense. In this era when the imperial power is supreme, is it the king's land in the whole world, and the king's ministers on the shore of the land? As the king of the South, as the one who holds the power, unless the few big figures in the court take action, who else? Have the guts to block his will?After all, the original owner is just a white body, with no power, power, or talent. In the eyes of the superiors, his life is as cheap as grass. Who cares about his wishes, his life and death.

The mess left by the original owner is really big enough, it's almost desperate, there is no way out, for a moment Gu Changli understands why the protagonist commits suicide in despair - even now he wants to find a wall to calm down.

As an ordinary liberal arts student, he can neither burn glass to make cannons, nor make gunpowder to make soap. The only thing he can do is hum some ditties and recite some sour words, but these things are of no use at this juncture effect?Can't he use culture to inspire the king of sin, let him prostrate himself under the halo of wisdom, change his mind, abandon evil and do good?

Before he crossed over, he was just a lazy young man who relied on his family background to be foolish and ignorant, and Ding Potian only relied on his foul face to flirt with all kinds of beauties and hold hands. ——This is completely nonsense to force swimming fish to come ashore and goshawks to dive.

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Rely on...foul...

In this strange world where his original identity and family background are meaningless, what he can still rely on is this troubled face that even Nan Wang can't escape?

Gu Changli sighed and touched a teacup, habitually circling it in his hand to play with it - before he crossed over, when he was still the arrogant young master who acted recklessly A man with an unusual orientation recommended himself as a pillow, but he sternly rejected them all—just kidding, how can a tough man be as comfortable as a soft and cute girl?

"Hey……"

Stopping the movements of his hands, Gu Changli let out a deep breath. In the era that really belonged to him, if he didn't want to pay attention to those wild bees and butterflies, he would naturally have his family, elder brother, and a bunch of bad friends to wipe him out. Trouble, let him have no worries.

However, in this unknown world, he was at a loss and had no relatives.

No one will care about his emotions, his thoughts, and his wishes.

So, what he can do now is to use himself

With all the chips in hand, be a crazy, hysterical gambler.

His eyes were lowered, his long and winding black hair hid his expression in the shadows, his slender neck was as white as jade, his shoulders were shaved and raised slightly, trembling slightly, like suppressed tears, the trembling was getting bigger and bigger Big, more and more anxious, and finally seemed unable to suppress, the man raised his head, clapped his hands and smiled.

"Fun, really fun."

He is not popular, he is greedy for the world of mortals, he is a complete playboy, the only thing he is good at is all kinds of "play", whether it is tricks or farce——

It is simply a gamble, a gamble of life, gamble of love, gamble of sincerity.

And he always wins every bet.

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Time flies, like quicksand in the palm of your hand, and the time of three days is fleeting.

In the early morning of the third day, when the sky was still dark and there were only a few early-rising vendors setting up shop on the street, a few sharp-eyed people suddenly saw that the door had not been opened for a long time, and the stone slabs in front of the door were covered with a thin layer of dusty rouge. The shop opened its door early, and the servant hired by the shop manager at first was bending over and carefully cleaning the dirt accumulated in the past few days.

They looked at each other in blank dismay, both of them were stunned and puzzled from each other's faces.

"This isn't that unlucky...cough...why does he still have the leisure to open a shop?"

"Speaking of which, doesn't today just happen to be that one-month period?"

"Could it be that he looked away? That's right... After all, it was the lord who..."

"It's a pity, my wife likes the rouge in his store, but she looks really good on it, just like the peach petals, and the price is not expensive - I'm afraid I won't be able to buy it again from now on."

After a few words of emotion, they quickly lowered their heads and got busy with their buddies.

It has nothing to do with indifference or cruelty, they are ordinary ordinary people, watching other people's misfortune, commenting and expressing some opinions and expressing sympathy is the only thing they can do, because they know very well that when disaster falls on their heads, other people's feelings will be affected. The same goes for selection.

When the sky was bright and the city was bustling with noise, Li Chengtong leaped down from the platform of the carriage and came to the residence of the beauty he had been thinking about, and this was what greeted his eyes.

Eyes full of bright colors, faint fragrance floating, most of them are young girls dressed as maidservants, and some commoner women in simple clothes crowded together and walked into the small shop door, greetings, laughter, and endless noise .

How is this going?

For the first time in his life, Lord Nan Wang felt so bewildered.

Feeling that he was getting a headache from the chatter of these women, he waved his hand with a cold face, and a group of men with ferocious faces rushed up and cleared the scene in a few strokes.

It's not that there are no women who want to argue for a while, but when they see the ugly faces of those people who are not close to others, and then think about the rumors that have been raging recently, they have some calculations in their hearts, so naturally they dare not be presumptuous.

What tricks are you playing?

When the crowd dispersed, his eyes fell on the red cloth notice posted on the doorpost announcing [store transfer, all products in the store will be sold at half price]. Li Chengtong, who finally understood where the commotion came from, was still a little confused .

The youthful and stunning face involuntarily appeared in his mind, he slightly pressed his chin with the fan bone, and raised the corners of his eyes, showing a playful smile.