I was reborn after choking on water [Quick Transmigration]

The system seemed to have expected him to have this kind of problem, and explained: "Oh, he is my idol, and my voice is imitated from him, so the timbre is the same as his."

"No wonder..." Ye Zhuolin breathed a sigh of relief, and instinctively opened his mouth to stab people, "Yo, I almost thought this was your incarnation, I was shocked, but you two have the same voice, there is nothing to do with it, thank you Be your idol."

"You've only heard my voice before, how do you know I'm not like him?"

Ye Zhuolin clicked his tongue twice, and sighed in a drawn-out tone: "Look at his strength of character, look at his temperament, is it comparable to you, a person who talks coquettishly every day?"

The system let out a long sigh, as if regretting, and said with a chuckle: "Actually, most of these people are beasts in clothes."

Ye Zhuolin followed the man, and said in a low voice, "Don't just say the grapes are sour if you can't eat grapes, that's very disrespectful."

"So, you like this style? I thought you liked the mighty one."

"As long as it's not your style, I like it, and..." Ye Zhuolin gritted his teeth, "Since when did I like mighty ones? I'm not broken sleeves!"

The system smiled: "It's okay, I know you like this style, so I'm relieved."

Ye Zhuolin still wanted to hate, but the man turned his head and looked at him, Ye Zhuolin immediately stopped, his resentment disappeared, he laughed a few times, looking silly.

The man was tall and tall, with a white jade hair crown on his head, and the black hair poured down to his thighs. The entire back was outlined in ink, it was not too good-looking.

The two walked one after the other for a while, and then they arrived at the entrance of the main hall, which was resplendent and extravagant. Upon closer inspection, Zhao Feng was actually in the hall.

The man stopped in his tracks, turned around and said, "Here we are, go in."

"Wait, what's your surname? What's your name? National teacher? I haven't seen you before." Ye Zhuolin's eyes fluttered and he asked a series of questions.

The man said with a slight smile, "There was an old man who named him Lu, but I can't say anything else."

Ye Zhuolin knew how to measure, and said sheepishly: "Okay, then I'll go first."

In fact, there are too many doubts about this person, but it can make people feel that he is very gentle and restrained. He is the right way in the world. Ye Zhuolin can't produce any doubts. Maybe he will be away for three days, and the court will undergo earth-shaking changes. , no one can tell.

With doubts, Ye Zhuolin stepped into the hall, feeling a little confused.

Don't think about it, it's not because of the man's back that you're confused, it's the first time Ye Zhuolin met such a good-looking person, he was taken aback for a while, but it's just like that after watching it, and it will be fine as a chat in the future.Ye Zhuolin felt that he was not a nympho, let alone a man opposite him.

The main system kept beeping.

"Isn't it good-looking? If you look good, you can watch it more. I also think this person is very good-looking."

"I suddenly wondered why you have lived for 30 years without a wife? You are a high-ranking man with a decent appearance, why is it that no one likes you?"

"Well... I guess, maybe it's because you are too grumpy and unlucky?"

"What's your expression? Why do you look like you can't poop? Do you want to go to the toilet first and then beat someone up?"

Ye Zhuolin got a headache from the noise, went to the doctor in a hurry, and didn't know if the system could read minds, so he said "Shut up, Dad" in his heart, but the system really didn't speak.

Ye Zhuolin was lucky at first, but when he thought about it carefully, he panicked.

Can the system read minds?Fuck?

It's frightening to think about it carefully, if the system can really read minds... then what privacy does he have!She can't even keep the color of her obscene pants!

But before he thought about it, the system didn't say anything...

But he didn't have time to ask now, he had already walked into the main hall, and he was only a hundred steps away from Zhao Feng. In the case of beating someone, the best effect can be achieved only if he strikes with lightning speed.

The main hall was empty, Ye Zhuolin had been here alone before, but he probably felt guilty this time, he always felt that the surrounding air was gloomy, and he panicked for no reason.

And when he fully saw what was placed beside Zhao Feng, Ye Zhuolin's footsteps froze, and he finally understood why he felt that this place was very cold.

Why is Zhao Feng holding... his spirit card?

Why is there a portrait of him on the screen next to the golden throne?Or the black and white one?

Why is there a tripod at the highest point of the main hall, and there are three sticks of incense in the tripod?

He had a feeling that he had suddenly entered the scene of his sacrifice.

At this time, Zhao Feng also noticed the person coming, and suddenly raised his head, just in time to meet Ye Zhuolin's eyes, both of them were taken aback.

Ye Zhuolin immediately became at a loss for this unsympathetic look at each other, and suddenly realized that he hadn't thought carefully: He Xiao was young and careless, although they knew each other early, they didn't have much contact with each other. At the time of Zhuolin, at that time, he had already experienced vicissitudes at a young age, and Zhao Feng, who was more delicate and older, had seen and remembered his appearance when he was a little boy. His current face... Zhao Feng has no reason not to recognize him.

I only hope that Zhao Feng has a poor memory and forgets his previous appearance.

Damn, it's all the system's fault. I was so focused on fighting with the system that I forgot to make a mask and wear it.

However, His Majesty's memory is obviously not bad. After staring at each other for several seconds, Zhao Feng put down the spirit card in a daze, raised his hand tremblingly, as if he had seen a ghost, pointed his fleshy fingers at him, and whispered: " You... Zhuo Lin?"

Ye Zhuolin hissed lightly, he was in a bad mood, he walked over bravely, and smiled, really like a general who escaped from death and ran back non-stop, very excited after seeing the monarch.

Zhao Feng guessed that he was too sad recently and his mind was not so clear-headed. When he saw Ye Zhuolin approaching, he actually waved at him. Squeeze some tears out of his eyes, as if he could fall down on the spot and cry bitterly in the next moment.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, it’s okay to recognize it, it’s just a little troublesome, it might cause a sensation, and it’s just fine if you can complete the task?

Zhao Feng's other hand has already been stretched out, and Ye Zhuolin's hand has also been raised. His expression is very excited, as if the long-awaited plan has finally come true, and the final victory will soon be possible.

Ye Zhuolin smiled happily, he had never been so happy in his life.

So, his hand slowly clenched into a fist, and he threw it at Zhao Feng.

The author has something to say: In the real ancient times, there is no such thing as an idol (generally referred to as a virtuous role model, etc.), but it’s just empty, so don’t study so much Liao ^_^