MTL - To Four Thousand Years Later-Chapter 1 I, Solomon

"Your Highness, Your Highness Solomon..."

Zheng Fuhun was in a state of confusion, aware that someone was calling something loudly in a language he could not understand.

But the moment he realized that the man was calling him, a severe headache shot out from his brain.

…Made hurts so much.

He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. His scalp felt unwell from being constantly slapped by static electricity, the light blue light curtain shook wildly in front of his eyes like disturbed water waves, and his brain trembled violently.

"Fucking brain trembling..."

Wow, it can't be the sequelae of cultivating immortals, right?

Zheng Fu cursed in a low voice, and it took a long time to force himself to open his eyes.

As the pain recedes like a tide. He suddenly froze in place.

He clearly saw that he was riding a horse. Surrounded by a piece of wasteland, a short, sturdy little man who looked like a small potato ran on the ground after him, calling out to him nervously.

...what the hell? Am I not writing PRD?

Zheng Fu was stunned.

Hey, I'm afraid this isn't sudden death time travel, right?

Even if he was beaten to death, he would not believe that there could be someone on earth who could chase after a running horse without blush and panting, while shouting endlessly while dragging another horse by the reins. …

God is sorry, the horse is about to fly.

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

"Your Highness Solomon! Your Highness Solomon!"

As if urged to his death, the little man behind Zheng Fu was yelling non-stop while gliding his horse.

What made him even more convinced that he had crossed was the line of dark green characters on top of Binaya's head: Binaya, twenty-four years old.

…what is this?

"What's the matter, Benaya?"

He opened his mouth and said smoothly.

"His Royal Highness Solomon! Something happened to your brother... Your Highness Adonijah!"

Binaya ran quickly beside Zheng Fu, yelling loudly: "He was pushed off his horse by a buffalo... He flew more than ten cubits high! He broke his leg! His chest is also bleeding—"

—Your mother flew ten meters away and only broke a leg?

I'm afraid I'm in a different world of swords and magic, right? And what kind of cow is that cow?

Zheng Fu's old mouth was stuck in his throat and he couldn't move it up or down.

Fortunately, his naturally paralyzed face made him look very calm. That calm look even comforted Binaya and made him calm down.

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

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

While trying to explore his memory, he stopped the horse smoothly.

These two actions gave him a very clear answer: I do not have the slightest memory of "Solomon"'s past; but the basic knowledge that "Solomon" should master, such as horse riding or language, has been integrated into the bone marrow like an instinct .

Looking at the scene in front of him that surpassed common sense, Zheng Fu's mood was inexplicably calm—of course, it may be because he was still in a daze and did not recover.

His first reaction was "Fuck, this means I don't have to work overtime, right?" The second reaction was "The bonus and paid leave that the **** agreed to fly away"... and then "Wait, what name did he call What is it".

Solomon?

He was on the horse, frowning tightly.

Am I King Solomon? King David's son...?

However, although it is known that Solomon will become king in the end, it is completely unclear what the process will be.

Zheng Fu, or Solomon felt a little uneasy.

But for the time being, he suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, followed the attendant with a straight face and walked towards his brother.

Although there is no evidence, the instinct of modern people who have watched too many Gongdou dramas reminds Solomon that this is probably a fraud

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

I saw that the middle-aged man who was half leaning against the tree had muscles bulging all over his body, and even his neck could see the tense muscles. And there are dense scars in the bronze-colored skin exposed from his open robe. His right chest was slightly collapsed, and the new pink skin had already sealed the wound. On the other hand, there was a long wound on his right leg, which was the same as the wound on his chest, and the new thin skin also sealed the wound, so it stopped bleeding.

That's right, a middle-aged man—his "brother" looks at least thirty or forty years old. Even though he was leaning against the tree, the muscles in his arms and neck subconsciously tensed. Even if there was an obvious collapse in his chest, he still didn't change his face.

Objectively speaking, it does look like a resolute face that a "king" should have. Although Solomon didn't know what he looked like now, compared with himself who was only seventeen years old, Adonijah looked more like a king.

...Such a strong person will be pushed down by a bison? Suffering such a serious injury without any resistance?

What about the cow? have eaten?

Another factor is that the bright red font on the head of the man in front of him reminded Solomon of his ulterior motives.

— Adonijah, forty-two years old.

It's not clear what it is... but everyone has a similar sticker above their heads. If I didn't guess wrong, the color of this name should represent hostility...?

Solomon glanced at the dozen or so pale red names around Adonija, and immediately took a deep breath, showing an urgent look.

"Brother Adonijah!"

With a concerned expression on his face, he turned and dismounted, and squatted two steps forward beside Adonija.

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

Solomon frowned, carefully inspecting Adonijah's injury, and stretched out his hand to slightly touch his wound.

That is really too thin skin. Compared with the surrounding hard muscles that seemed to be able to crush stones, the new skin around the slightly sunken wound on his chest was too fragile.

Solomon even had an illusion—even with his own fragile body, he could pierce his finger through the skin and insert it into Adonijah's lung with a little effort. Afterwards, it was only necessary to suddenly squeeze the lung lobes and **** blood into the lungs, and Adonija was hopeless.

"Don't worry, Solomon. The priest has treated my injury. But I can't walk now, or my chest will hurt."

Adonijah replied calmly but weakly: "You might as well go back first, just leave me here alone. Solomon, let me be honest...I don't even have the strength to move now."

While Solomon was checking his injuries, Adonijah kept his gaze fixed on his brother's expression. As if waiting for something.

But Solomon let him down.

He suddenly frowned and shouted at the surrounding generals: "Is this how you take care of King David's son, the noble Adonijah?"

Solomon suddenly took the lead in attacking, and immediately stunned the surrounding people.