The Supreme Supreme of the Three Kingdoms

The wind howls, and the knife scrapes.

From time to time, a white snowflake rolled down in the air, floating on Liu Hao’s forehead, melting into a biting coldness.

“Labor and management crossed??”

Liu Hao looked at the stream in front of him with a black question mark.

The crystal clear surface of the water is like a pure natural mirror, reflecting the figure of a teenager.

With a slender figure, white skin, dressed in a brocade shirt, he looks very beautiful, and there is a heroic spirit between his eyebrows.

For his selling appearance, Liu Hao is still very satisfied.

However, the cold wind of early spring whined in, making him can’t help but stand up and stomp his foot, tightening the brocade shirt he was not used to rather than the down jacket.

A day ago, he was just a bitter party graduate of the history department, working at Penguin Games, doing a game plan that integrated the historical hegemony of various dynasties, but he died suddenly after working overnight for a week.

When I woke up from this dream, I actually arrived in this strange world of the Three Kingdoms, and magically became a completely different person.

Fortunately, Liu Hao usually likes to read a certain Lu Moupoint’s crossing novel, accepts the host memory in his mind, and immediately summarizes his current situation.

First, the soul penetrated the ancient three kingdoms and different worlds and became this boy named Liu Hao.

Second, the owner of his body is seventeen years old, and he has some family background, and the most commendable thing may be Liu Hao’s family history.

“Let me wipe it, it is actually the brother of the Han Wudi Liu Che after King Yi of Jiangdu, this gold content is much greater than Liu Bei’s Zhongshan Jing Queen, can I also mix the name of a Han clan in the future?”

Liu Hao pondered in his heart.

Among the Three Kingdoms, Liu Bei flaunted the banner of the Son of Heaven and Uncle, but he received many advisers and fierce generals.

In fact, this Liu Bei’s ancestor, King Jing of Zhongshan, himself a Alexandre Dumas, with more than a hundred children, is not clear about the true origin of Liu Bei’s ancestors.

On the contrary, Liu Hao’s ancestor, King Yi of Jiangdu, was also the brother of Liu Che, the knight of Hanwu, who was able to fight well and had an orthodox bloodline.

But no matter what, by the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the title of the clan had been thinned, and everyone was almost the same from scratch.

Whoops.

Liu Hao alertly heard a sound of grass and trees shaking, and the source of the sound was the woods behind him.

“Who is it?”

He shouted, but no one responded, his heart suddenly tensed, and his right hand directly reached into his arms, touching the hilt of a short sword.

The Three Kingdoms were not as safe and clear as the later generations, and at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, but in troubled times, bandits were rampant, and various places were cut off.

According to Liu Hao’s understanding, at this time, it was in the late stage of the Yellow Turban chaos, and the next step should be the Ten Constant Attendants and He Jinhuo, attracting Dong Zhuo to appear.

At this moment, more than ten big men suddenly appeared in the woods, each with a yellow scarf belt tied to his head, his clothes were tattered, but he was holding a wooden stick and a long knife in his hand, encircling Liu Hao from several different directions.

“This kid has an extraordinary temperament, he must be a baby of a rich and noble family.”

“Haha, it seems to be a fat sheep, do it!”

These people had bad intentions and stared at Liu Hao viciously, obviously not the first time they had done this kind of thing.

These men with yellow scarves exchanged glances with each other, then raised the weapons in their hands and slowly wrapped them towards Liu Hao with a fierce expression.

A dangerous aura pervaded when he boarded.

I X, did I just cross and turn over the water?

Liu Hao chuckled in his heart, looking at the clothes of these people, their faces were dish, nine times out of ten, deserters of the Yellow Turban Army who had broken up, hiding in the deserted mountains and forests and falling into the grass.

“If I don’t kill people, people will kill me and kill all these yellow turban thieves!”

At the moment of crisis, Liu Hao’s mind did not have the slightest panic, but a fierce color appeared in his eyes.

At this moment, his heart was calm like a pool of frozen lake, without the slightest wave.

Life and death look down, if you don’t submit, just do it!

He gripped his short sword tightly, feeling the feeling of power in his arms.

This Liu Hao, I don’t know if he inherited the talent of his ancestors or the benefits brought by crossing, his strength is much stronger than his own in later generations.

“Hehe, boy, if you don’t want to die, surrender obediently!”

One of the dozen or so yellow turban thieves was the shortest and fastest, brandishing a wooden stick in his hand and rushing to the front.

“Give me death!”

Liu Hao flashed, cleverly let go of the wooden stick, and the sharp short sword was handed out, penetrating the neck of this short and stout man without hindrance.

The two passed by, and Liu Hao even smelled the foul smell coming from the armpit of this yellow towel thief, and blood seemed to be a fountain, spurting out from his neck.

“Bang!”

The inertia that pounced over took this yellow turban thief directly to the ground, and Liu Hao’s spirit was shocked with excitement:

“Lying groove, labor and management just killed people!?”

Even if he was mentally prepared, his heart was shaken, in his previous life, he didn’t even kill a chicken, but today he directly killed a living yellow turban thief!

However, Liu Hao did not feel the slightest discomfort in his heart, but couldn’t help but think of a desolate ancient poem he had seen on the Internet:

“Men should kill, and kill mercilessly. Immortal karma for thousands of years, all in the killing. Kill one person in three steps, and the heart does not stop. Blood flows thousands of miles, corpse pillow Chihiro Mountain… Killing one is a crime, and slaughtering ten thousand is a sin. Slaughter nine million, that is, the hero of the hero! ”

Liu Hao’s blood was boiling, but his emotions gradually calmed down, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.