Succubus Chen Sir is reborn in Terra. Can he see the favorability?

These lines were more than just a visual spectacle; they served as a bridge connecting heaven and earth, harmonizing yin and yang. As they stretched, the surrounding space seemed to tremble gently, and an indescribable solemnity and sacredness permeated the air.

As the lines continued to unfold, a grand magic circle quickly took shape, containing endless possibilities and changes, waiting for the moment to be activated, releasing the power to change destiny and turn the world upside down.

Then...

Slowing down...

The black-capped shadow guards who were already prepared for death in the secret base saw that the countdown on the screen had slowed down a lot. Moreover, not only the countdown, they noticed that everything in the secret base, even the mist spraying out of the pipes, had slowed down, as if the time around them had become disconnected from them.

"It must be the young master who took action, quick!"

As one of the black-coated shadow guards spoke, the other black-coated shadow guards immediately accelerated their actions. Although they had no evidence, they could not think of anyone else who could be so miraculous as Mr. Chen to cause such a strange phenomenon.

At this moment, Mostima, who had noticed something, suddenly looked up in the direction of the industrial area. Before the heretic executioner standing next to her could say anything, she grabbed his arm and rushed towards this direction.

"Young sir, we have located all the explosives."

The Black Scarf Shadow Guard was not lying. In one minute and one second, the locations of all the explosives in the secret base had been locked, and the corresponding dismantling and termination methods had been prepared.

Just when they were about to cut off the attack, the black-capped shadow guards discovered that the magical power that slowed down the flow of time was like a barrier that enveloped everything in the secret base, making them unable to take action for a while.

Therefore, they could only come here to report the situation to Chen Huijie. Chen Huijie nodded slightly, and then the magic circle on the ground began to flicker. The black-capped shadow guard who came to report hurriedly notified his colleagues to get ready.

Then, at the moment the magic circle dissipated, the black-capped shadow guards cut off the detonation route, and the countdown on the screen returned to zero. No explosions were heard in the industrial plant, and it continued to operate as usual.

"Young Master is truly a god!"

Seeing this perfect ending, the black-capped shadow guard beside him couldn't help but praise loudly, this... this... this... this is worthy of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of Dayan. He has both wisdom and martial arts, and now he can even use such supernatural methods. He is truly unfathomable. It's a pity that the late emperor abdicated early. If the late emperor knew about this, he would probably pass the throne to the young master directly.

What? The young master is the prince of Da Yan, the other world next door?

Hey~! Don't say that. After all, he's on our side now. It's a pity that Mr. Chen suffered a disaster and lost his true dragon blood. Otherwise, the brothers would have to carry Duke Wei to Baizao overnight to discuss the feasibility of this matter with the Grand Tutor. After all, no matter how you look at it, putting aside personal feelings, Mr. Chen seems more suitable to sit in that supreme position.

Just as the black-capped shadow guard was muttering in his heart, the emperor was looking at a thick stack of memorials behind the Baizao Palace. Yesterday's memorials were already so high, and today's were even higher, so the emperor threw down his pen with an expressionless face.

Tired, sleep!

Afterwards, the emperor on the bed fell into a dream again...

Chapter 178 My dear nephew, you can be the emperor for two days!

The emperor was lying in bed, and he couldn't help but think of what he had dreamed about before. He couldn't help turning over in bed. To be honest, although no one could find out what trick he had been hit by, and he felt that he had not been tricked by others, the emperor still felt that the dream that night was somewhat weird.

But if you insist on asking whether he should continue with this dream, the emperor is very happy to continue. As long as this thing is not really a nightmare or a trick, there is no problem at all.

This emperor is so busy with memorials day and night that what's wrong with dreaming about something different? Let's not talk about the previous dream, at least the first half was very happy and interesting, wasn't it?

So, do it again tonight and let me see how outrageous this dream can be. You can't let me dream of someone dying again, right?

With this thought in mind, the emperor fell asleep peacefully. Faced with his strange request, the effect of the prop [A Thousand Years of Waiting] also quietly fell on him.

"Young Master Yan, Young Master Yan..."

Amidst the waves of calls, the emperor opened his eyes in a daze. He looked around and saw the familiar courtyard where he lived when he was a prince. Although this residence had always been carefully taken care of by someone, the emperor had no time to come.

Of course, the emperor was not willing to come either. What was he going to do here? To reminisce about his carefree life as a prince, and then continue to work miserably in this residence while reminiscing?

Then I can't stand it no matter what. I have to rush to Longmen, capture my brother and put him on the throne. Even if I can't do it, I have to fight him first. *Longmen curse*, what's the point of running away directly? If you have the guts, we two brothers should fight with real swords and guns, and whoever loses will sit on the throne!

I don’t want to think about this anymore. If I keep thinking about it, I’m afraid I’ll feel really uncomfortable. Let’s go back to this dream. So, why did I dream about this today? Hey, it can’t be that I’m recalling my good life in the past, that would be too uncomfortable.

No, the servant just now called me Mr. Yan. This is a nickname I used after I ascended the throne. How could I use this when I was still a prince? If my brother or father heard it, I'm afraid the crown prince would be replaced the next day.

……

How should I put it? It seems that I suddenly understand the feelings of the Grand Tutor. It seems that the Crown Prince's generation in my father's generation had a system of escape. But later it changed and my father could no longer act as he pleased. The same is true for me and my brother. No wonder the Grand Tutor, this old minister, always looks tired.

But what does this have to do with me? When he was teaching me and my brother, his mind was all on my brother. I was just a tutor for my brother!

“Bang bang bang bang!!!!”

Just when the emperor was feeling extremely complicated, he saw fireworks exploding in the sky, and at the same time, the sound of people cheering could be heard outside the wall.

Is today a holiday?

"Mr. Yan, listen, this is the people celebrating His Majesty's birthday."

At this time, the congratulations from the attendants beside him cleared up the emperor's doubts, which made the emperor slightly stunned. On the emperor's birthday, all the people celebrated and the whole country had a three-day holiday, but for the emperor, it was only the day of his birthday. On the morning of the day of rest, he had to get up early to accept the congratulations of all officials.

So the question is, why am I here at this time?

The emperor was stunned for a moment, but then he put the question aside. Why think so much about the things in the dream? Just have fun!

So, the emperor had a lot of fun in his dream, and he played happily for two days, just like when he was still a prince, until the servant beside him carefully reminded him:

"Sir, your rest period ends today and you will have to work tomorrow."

Hearing this, the emperor's smile gradually faded, and he finally sighed helplessly. Then, when he thought of his brother catching fish at Dragon Gate, his jealous expression became a little distorted. He waved his sleeves coldly and returned to the palace with his attendants, but...

"Your Majesty, I am incompetent and failed to keep the young master. Please forgive me, Your Majesty."

what?

Little master?

*Longmen swearing*

There is a child in my dream?

The emperor was stunned for a moment, and then a memory emerged in his mind. When he accepted the congratulations of all the officials and returned to his bedroom, he noticed a young man dressed as a ranger sitting on a chair, eating a fruit plate without any courtesy.

The appearance of this young man immediately changed the face of the attendant beside the emperor. Just when he was about to shout something, the emperor waved his sleeves and blocked the attendant's words. He looked at the attendant coldly. Although he didn't say anything, the attendant had already understood what the emperor meant. He shut up honestly, retreated from here, and closed the door.

"My dear nephew, how come you have time to come to my bedroom today?"

As the door closed, the emperor smiled and casually threw his son aside. He sat next to the young man and while they were finishing the fruit plate together, he said with a smile:

"I thought you, who traveled all over the world, were enjoying yourself somewhere."

My good nephew?

Fuck! It’s this ‘young master’!

Hearing what he said in the dream, the emperor immediately became alert. The last time he had a dream, he was thinking about what happened to this "young lady". Unfortunately, the "young lady" in the dream was already dead, and her suicide note had been sent to him. There was no chance for them to meet. This made the emperor feel quite sorry, but he did not expect that he would have the chance to make up for it this time.

"Uncle, what you said is a bit too much for me to not come over for your birthday."

The emperor took the opportunity to carefully look at the young man in front of him. To be honest, at first glance, the emperor really thought it was Chen Huijie. The faces looked too similar. But after a careful look, he could naturally see the difference. After all, the man in front of him was a man.

At this time, the young man smiled and took off the box on his back. He opened it and found a sharp dagger inside.

"My little nephew, I have no shortage of these magical weapons."

The emperor knew at first sight that the sword was a birthday gift from his nephew. To be honest, after being the emperor for so long, he still missed the affection of family. Although he didn't know how this niece became his nephew, she also came from Longmen after all.

Although this dagger is not as good as the things in the royal armory, but Longmen is the place where my brother slacks off. What good things can there be? This dagger might be the good thing there. It’s enough as long as the thought is there.

Just as the emperor was thinking this, his dream self was somewhat dissatisfied with this and said in a complaining tone:

"My dear nephew, didn't I tell you to bring some new things from abroad? You also know the situation here. There are some things that I know I can't get."

Ah...it seems that I have a really good relationship with this nephew.

The emperor was slightly stunned, and then he couldn't help feeling a little emotional. He rarely showed this kind of intimate attitude after he ascended the throne. If outsiders knew that he could complain to him like this today, they would probably be jealous.

"Second uncle, this is wrong."

Facing his own complaints, the young man smiled, knocked on the box, and said softly:

"Uncle, do you still remember Trotsky of Ursus?"

Trotsky?

The emperor raised his eyebrows when he heard this. He was very familiar with this name. This general was from the Ursus pro-war faction and was a bastard who spoke wildly. If one day, Dayan really wanted to go to war with Ursus, the emperor would definitely find an opportunity to kill this madman.

"I remember... that bastard died suddenly of illness at home a few months ago."

While the emperor was still recalling the news about Trotsky, he was already saying softly in his dream, as if thinking about something:

"Could it be... it's you..."

"Yes, it was this dagger that took off Trotsky's head!"

The young man smiled proudly and said:

"This man has spoken outrageously many times, insulting the Holy Authority. He deserved death long ago. My nephew happened to be passing by Ursus, and by chance, I must take his life as a punishment. I have also carefully handled the scene and everything. Ursus will not be able to find any clues."

After saying this, the young man sighed with some regret and said:

"It's a pity that Ursus is keeping a very strict watch. Otherwise, I could bring back his head and let you kick it a few times to vent your anger."

……

Okay, okay, I accept this nephew.

Hearing this, the emperor was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses. Regardless of other things, he really felt the kindness of the general. In other words, we don't need to give such dangerous gifts, right? This general of Ursus, this... the guards around him might be watched by the internal security. It's not worth taking the risk...

"Hey? Hey! Uncle, what are you doing?"

Just when the emperor was feeling mixed emotions, the surprised voice of the young man in the dream drew his attention back. He looked closely and saw that his dream self was holding a plate and chasing the young man to beat him.

"What did I say? What did I tell you last time?"

The emperor pointed at the young man with his plate and said angrily:

"I told you not to take risks, don't take risks. Where are you going? Assassinating the general of Ursus? You've really improved your skills. Do you know what the consequences will be if you fail?"

"I can't possibly miss!"

The boy hid behind a pillar and poked his head out and shouted:

"In that situation, I can't think of anything I could fail for."

"You...you...you stop, I order you not to run!"

The emperor was so angry that his hands holding the plate were shaking. I told you last time, you want to go out and study, right? Okay, your second uncle won't stop you, but you can't go to dangerous places. If you encounter any trouble, remember to find a way to contact Dayan's forces abroad as soon as possible. When you go in, report my name. Whoever dares to neglect you, I will deal with them for you.

As a result, you sneaked into Ursus without saying a word. You ghost, that's Ursus. Your file might have been seen by the top leaders of Ursus. You took the initiative to assassinate someone. You are really courting death!

I shouldn't have told him about Trotsky!

The emperor in the dream wanted to hit himself in the face with a plate. Why did you say so much in the first place? Don’t you know that your nephew loves everything by heart?

"Uncle, you're right. When it comes to just the two of us, there's no such thing as who's the emperor or not."

In the blink of an eye, the plate in the emperor's hand had been taken away. The young man patted his back gently and said comfortingly:

"It's nothing, it's really nothing. In that situation, I really wouldn't make a mistake. My nephew is not someone who can't tell right from wrong. Okay, second uncle, today is your birthday. Don't get angry over such a small thing. Here, just tell me whether you like this gift or not."

"Humph."

The emperor snorted coldly, took the box, glanced at it, then closed it and put it aside, then said softly:

"You're really not hurt?"

"Not really."

"Last time, when you helped Lord Di deal with the bandits, you also said you weren't injured..."

"That was a real surprise. Who would have thought that Lord Di, who was so fat, could be so agile? Otherwise, if I hadn't bumped into him, how could I have been blown up?"

Chen Huijie answered with a smile, and at this moment, the emperor saw himself in the dream and suddenly turned his eyes and whispered:

"My dear nephew, tell me, when you came here, did anyone notice you?"

"Good uncle, I tell you, no one noticed me when I came."

The young man also imitated the emperor in his dream, leaning forward and speaking in a low voice:

"Uncle, you even showed me the palace patrol map. If this can still be discovered, I will be really embarrassed."

*Longmen swears* What level is my nephew at?

When the emperor heard this, he was confused. The patrol map did not mark all the checkpoints. Even if his own guard leader went to break in, he would be discovered. No, could it be that my nephew was a real master?

"Okay, good nephew, uncle asks you for a favor!"

Hearing this, the emperor waited anxiously for his next words in the dream, but unexpectedly, the young man took over and whispered:

"Do you want your nephew to carry you out of the palace for a day like last time?"

"No no no no……"