The wind whistled like a blade.
From time to time, snowflakes would fall from the sky and float on Liu Hao's forehead, melting into a bone-chilling coldness.
" I've transmigrated??"
Liu Hao looked at the stream in front of him with a face full of question marks.
The incomparably clear water surface was like a natural mirror, reflecting the figure of a youth.
He had a slender figure and fair skin. He wore a brocade shirt and looked very delicate. There was also a heroic aura between his eyebrows.
Liu Hao was very satisfied with his appearance.
However, the cold wind of early spring blew in, making him stand up and stomp his feet. He tightened his brocade shirt, which he was not used to, instead of his down jacket.
A day ago, he was just a hard-working person who graduated from the Department of History. He was working in a game company and was planning a game that integrated the history of various dynasties. In the end, he worked overnight and suddenly died.
When he woke up from this dream, he was actually in this strange world of the Three Kingdoms. He had magically become a completely different person.
Fortunately, Liu Hao also liked to read novels about time travel. After accepting the host's memories in his mind, he immediately summarized his current situation.
First, his soul would travel through the alternate world of the ancient Three Kingdoms and become this youth named Liu Hao.
Secondly, the owner of this body was seventeen years old and had some family background. The most commendable thing was probably Liu Hao's family background.
Liu Hao calculated in his heart.
In the Three Kingdoms, Liu Bei used the name of the emperor's uncle to recruit many powerful generals.
"Who is it?"
The Three Kingdoms were not as peaceful as the later generations. The end of the Eastern Han Dynasty was a chaotic time, with bandits running amok.
According to Liu Hao's understanding, this was the later stage of the Yellow Turban chaos. Next, it should be the fight between the Ten Attendants and He Jin, which would attract Dong Zhuo's appearance.
At this moment, more than a dozen burly men suddenly appeared from the forest. Each of them had a yellow scarf tied around their head. Their clothes were tattered, but they held wooden sticks and long knives in their hands. They surrounded Liu Hao from several different directions.
"This kid has an extraordinary bearing. He must be the child of a wealthy family.“
"Haha, looks like a fat sheep.”
These people harbored malicious intentions as they stared at Liu Hao fiercely. Clearly, this was not the first time they had done such a thing.
Liu Hao's heart thumped. Looking at the clothes of these people, his face turned pale. He was most likely a deserter of the Yellow Turban Army, hiding in the wilderness and becoming a bandit.
"If I don't kill people, then people will kill me. Kill all these Yellow Turban bandits!”
He was indifferent to life and death. If he was not convinced, he would fight!
He held the dagger tightly, feeling the strength in his arm.
It was unknown whether Liu Hao had inherited the talent of his ancestors or the benefits of transmigration, but his strength was much stronger than his own in the future.
"Hehe, kid, if you don't want to die then surrender!”
Among the ten Yellow Turban thieves, one of them was the fastest. He waved a wooden stick in his hand and rushed to the front.
The two of them brushed past each other. Liu Hao could even smell the foul odor coming from the Yellow Turban thief's armpit. Blood spurted out from his neck like a fountain.
"Bang!"
The inertia of the pounce brought the Yellow Turban thief directly to the ground. Liu Hao's spirit trembled with excitement.
"F * ck, I just killed someone!？”
Even though he was mentally prepared, he was still shocked. In his previous life, he had not even killed a chicken, but today, he had directly killed a living Yellow Turban thief!
However, Liu Hao did not feel uncomfortable at all. Instead, he could not help but think of a desolate ancient poem he had seen on the Internet:
"A man should kill without mercy. Thousands of years of eternal karma, all in killing people. Three steps to kill a person, the heart stopped. Blood flows thousands of miles in waves, corpses pillow Qianxun Mountain, killing one is a crime, slaughtering ten thousand is a hero. Slaughtering nine million people is the best of the best!”
Liu Hao's blood was boiling, but his emotions gradually calmed down. A cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
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