"Pool Jiao, why do you want to kill me?"

Zhang Qiuci screamed loudly, rushing forward and landing heavily on the cast iron bed, causing it to make a "plop" sound and sit down.

He woke up from a dream, only to find that it was not a dream.

No!

It's not a dream!

He and Pool Jiao Princess had experienced everything.

Zhang Qiuci was the only son of Ming Di, the emperor of Tianyuan, and had an extraordinary body, reaching the Tianji stage at a young age.

But when he was about to become the number one young leader of Tianyuan, he died in the hands of his childhood sweetheart, Pool Jiao Princess.

Pool Jiao Princess is the daughter of Qing Di, one of the nine major gods.

Ming Di and Qing Di were the best of friends. Zhang Qiuci and Pool Jiao grew up together, and were destined to be married since they were young. One was as handsome as a god, and the other was as beautiful as a fairy, destined to become a beautiful couple in the cultivation world.

Zhang Qiuci never expected that Pool Jiao Princess would attack him!

He died in the hands of Pool Jiao Princess and was resurrected after eight hundred years.

The once Pool Jiao Princess had suppressed the rebellion of the nine gods, unified the nine countries, established the first central empire in Tianyuan, and became the empress of the entire Tianyuan world.

The nine gods are no longer mentioned in history, and their names have been lost in the river of history.

The nine gods are gone, and the female emperor has taken over.

This era belongs only to her, ruling the world and standing above the world.

"Why did she want to kill me? How could her heart be so cruel? Or are all women's hearts like this?"

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Zhang Qiuci's eyes were sharp, and his heart was full of doubts, but there was no one who could help him find the answer.

Eight hundred years had passed, and everything had changed. The once powerful nine gods had disappeared without a trace, leaving only their glorious history that has been passed down for generations.

The only one who remained was the former Pool Jiao Princess, now the Pool Jiao Empress, still as beautiful as before, never aging or dying.

"She wanted to kill me. Her heart is too cruel."

Zhang Qiuci's eyes were cold, full of resentment. But there was no one who could help him vent his resentment.

Eight hundred years ago, the nine gods had already disappeared, leaving only a long history of glory. The world has changed, people are not the same as before, and the once familiar figures have all turned into white bones.

Even the once powerful nine gods have disappeared without a trace, leaving only their glorious history that has been passed down for generations.

"The Emperor of Heaven!"

A weak and frail-looking palace lady pushed open the door and walked in. Seeing Zhang Qiuci sitting on the bed, she looked at him with concern in her eyes. "Qiuci, you had a nightmare again?"

The palace lady was Lin Fei, the wife of the Cloud Wolf Duke, and also Zhang Qiuci's mother.

Zhang Qiuci was reborn in this body after death, and the original owner of this body had died three days ago.

When Zhang Qiuci woke up after death, he found himself in the body of this palace lady. Interestingly, this body's original owner also called himself Zhang Qiuci.

Zhang Qiuci was confused by Lin Fei when he first woke up, but after three days of contact, he gradually found that Lin Fei really cared about him, as if his mother really cared about him.

"Mom, I'm fine now, don't worry."

Lin Fei walked to the bed and patted Zhang Qiuci's forehead gently. "Qiuci, you've been having nightmares every night, calling out 'Pool Jiao's name. She who, is she?"

Lin Fei couldn't help but worry when he heard the name "Pool Jiao". In fact, in this era, no one dared to casually mention the name of the female emperor.

Zhang Qiuci nodded his head, clenched his fists tightly, and said with a deep meaning, "I absolutely won't! In the future..."

From now on, I will be her nightmare.

Lin Fei looked at the frail and pale Zhang Qiuci, sighed softly, and her heart was filled with bitterness.

Although he was born in the governor's family, he had been sickly since he was a child, and at sixteen years old, he could only lie in bed all the time. It seems that this life can only be like this.

Outside, a series of disorderly footsteps could be heard.

"What are you doing? This is the Jade Tooth Palace, who gave you the guts to rush in randomly?" A beautiful servant girl tried to stop the intruding Eight Kings, but was pushed lightly by the Eight Kings and fell more than ten meters away.

The Eight Kings was a warrior, with his cultivation reaching the late stage of the Yellow Extreme realm. With one palm strike, he could send a three-hundred-jin stone plate flying ten chi away. And it's just a hundred-jin servant girl.

With a flick of his fingers, he could easily send her flying.