C1 Me Solomon

"Your Highness, Your Highness Solomon..."

In his confusion, Zheng Fu sensed that someone was calling something loudly in a language he could not understand.

However, the moment he realized that the person was calling him, an intense headache came from his brain.

Damn it, it hurts.

He opened his mouth but could not say anything. He felt the discomfort of being continuously struck by static electricity. The light blue light screen in front of his eyes was like a disturbed wave of water. His brain was violently shaking.

"F * ck, my brain is trembling..."

Wow, it can't be an Immortal Cultivation sequelae, right?

Zheng Fu cursed in a low voice. It took him a long time to force himself to open his eyes.

The pain receded like the tide. He suddenly froze on the spot.

He could clearly see that he was riding on his horse. Surrounding him was a wasteland. A short, muscular man who looked like a potato was running with him on the ground, nervously calling out to him.

... What the hell? Am I not writing a PRD?

Zheng Fu was dumbfounded.

Hey, I'm afraid I didn't suddenly die and transmigrate, right?

He would never believe that there would be someone on Earth who could chase after the horse without blushing and panting. While he kept shouting, he also pulled the reins of another horse and ran with it.

God is so pitiful, that horse is about to fly.

Are you a man riding a horse or a horse rider?

"Your Highness Solomon! Your Highness Solomon!"

As if his life was being urged, the short man behind Zheng Fu shouted at the top of his lungs as he galloped behind the horse.

It made him even more convinced that he had transmigrated. It was a line of dark green words on top of Benaiah's head.

Benaiah, twenty-four years old.

... What is this?

"What is it, Benaiah?"

He opened his mouth and said smoothly.

"Your Highness Solomon! Your brother... Something has happened to Your Highness Adonijah! "

Benaiah followed Zheng Fu and ran quickly. He shouted loudly," He was pushed down from his horse by the bison. He flew more than ten elbow height! He broke his leg! His chest is bleeding too... "

- -your mom flew out for ten meters and only broke one leg?

I'm afraid I'm not in a different world of swords and magic, am I? And what kind of cow is that?

Zheng Fu's mouth was stuck in his throat, unable to move.

Fortunately, his naturally paralyzed face made him look very calm. That kind of calm expression even comforted Benaiah, making him calm down.

"Don't panic. You lead the way, I'll go and take a look."

Zheng Fu said calmly, "It's normal for something to happen. Is Adonijah out of danger now?"

He tried to search his memory as he stopped the horse.

These two actions gave him a clear answer. He did not have any memory of Solomon's past, but he had basic knowledge about Solomon, such as horse riding or language. However, it was like instinct had merged into his bone marrow.

Looking at the scene in front of him that was beyond common sense, Zheng Fu's heart was inexplicably calm. Of course, it was also possible that he was still in a daze and did not come back to his senses.

His first reaction was "F * ck, this means that I don't have to work overtime, right?" and his second reaction was "Damn it, the cash reward and paid leave flew" and then "Wait, what's his name?"

Solomon?

He was on the horse, frowning.

Did I become King Solomon? King David's son...?

Although he knew that Solomon would become the king in the end, he had no idea what the process was.

Zheng Fu, or perhaps Solomon, felt uneasy.

But he suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and followed the servant with a straight face towards his brother.

Although there was no evidence, the instincts of modern people who had watched too many palace dramas reminded Solomon that there might be a trick.

When Solomon really saw his half-brother, he was almost 100% sure that his cheap brother was going to mess with him.

The middle-aged man, who was leaning against the tree, had bulging muscles all over his body. Even his neck could be seen taut muscles. There were dense scars on his bronze-colored skin in his open robe. His right chest slightly caved in, and the new pink skin had already sealed the wound. There was a long wound on his right leg, just like the wound on his chest. The new thin skin also sealed the wound, no longer bleeding.

That's right, the middle-aged man - - his "brother" looked to be at least thirty or forty years old. Even though he was leaning against the tree, the muscles on his arms and neck subconsciously tightened. Even though his chest had obviously caved in, his expression remained unchanged.

Objectively speaking, he indeed looked like a "king" with a face that should have been firm. Although Solomon still did not know what he looked like right now, compared to himself who was only seventeen years old, It was indeed Adonijah who looked more like a king.

Such a strong person would be pushed down by a wild bull? He suffered such a serious injury without any resistance?

What about the bull? Did he eat it?

Another factor was that the man in front of him had bright red words on his head, indicating that Solomon had bad intentions.

- Adonijah, forty-two years old.

Although he didn't know what this thing was, there was a similar label on each head. If he guessed correctly, the color of this name should represent hostility...

Solomon glanced at the dozen or so light-red names around Adonijah and immediately took a deep breath, revealing an anxious expression.

"Big brother Adonijah!"

He turned around and got off the horse with concern. He walked two steps forward and squatted next to Adonijah.

... "Brother Adonijah, are you alright?"

Solomon frowned and carefully checked Adonijah's injuries. He reached out his hand and touched Adonijah's wound slightly.

That was really too thin skin. Compared to the hard muscles around his chest, which seemed to be able to shatter rocks, the newly grown skin near the slightly collapsed wound on his chest was too fragile.

Solomon even had an illusion - even if it was his fragile body, as long as he used a little bit of force, He would be able to puncture the skin with his finger and stab it into Adonijah's lungs. After that, he only needed to abruptly pull the lung leaf and suck the blood into his lungs, and Adonijah would be hopeless.

"Don't worry, Solomon. The priest has already treated my injuries. But I can't walk right now, otherwise, my chest will feel uncomfortable. "

Adonijah replied in a calm but weak voice," Why don't you all go back first and leave me here alone? Solomon, to be honest... I don't even have the strength to move now."

While Solomon was checking his injuries, Adonijah kept staring at his younger brother's expression. It was as if he was waiting for something.

However, Solomon had disappointed him.

He suddenly frowned and shouted at the generals around him, "Is this how you look after King David's son, the noble Adonijah?"

Solomon suddenly attacked first and stunned the people around him.