The Supreme Lord of the Three Kingdoms <<< Chapter 1: Crossing the Three Kingdoms, a Song of Male Killing!

The wind howled, like a knife scraping across.

From time to time, a piece of pristine snow fell from the sky, landing on Liu Hao's forehead and melting into a piercing coldness.

"Labor crossed over???"

Liu Haoyi looked at the small stream in front of him with a puzzled expression.

The crystal-clear water surface, like a pure natural mirror, reflected a year's shadow.

He was tall and slender, with fair skin and a white silk robe. He looked very handsome, with an air of refinement mixed with a hint of martial spirit in his brows.

Liu Hao is still very satisfied with his own appearance.

However, the cold wind of early spring whistled in, and he couldn't help but stand up and stamp his feet, putting on the unfamiliar brocade shirt instead of a down jacket.

One day before, he was just a history graduate working at a game company as a planner for a strategy game encompassing all dynasties. As a result of rushing to meet the deadline and pulling an all-nighter for a week, he died suddenly.

When I woke up from this dream, I was in this strange Three Kingdoms world, magically transformed into a completely different person.

Fortunately, Liu Hao usually enjoys reading time-travel novels from a certain author on a certain platform. After receiving the host's memories in his mind, he immediately summarized his current situation.

First, transmigrating to the ancient Three Kingdoms world as Liu Hao.

Secondly, the owner of this place is seventeen years old and his family has some wealth. What is most commendable is probably Liu Hao's family background.

"Holy cow, he's actually a descendant of Emperor Wu of Han Liu Che's brother, King Jian of Jiangdu! This carries way more weight than being a descendant of King Jing of Zhongshan like Liu Bei. Maybe I can get myself recognized as a member of the Han imperial family in the future?"

Liu Hao was calculating in his heart.

Among the Three Kingdoms, Liu Bei, under the banner of the Son of Heaven and Imperial Uncle, was able to recruit numerous wise ministers and fierce generals.

Actually, Liu Bei's ancestor, King Jing of Zhongshan, was a notorious womanizer who had over 100 sons. His true lineage is quite unclear.

On the contrary, Liu Hao's ancestor, Jiangdu Easy King, was also the brother of Emperor Wu of Han, Liu Che. He was a valiant warrior and had a noble lineage.

But no matter what, by the late Eastern Han Dynasty, the ranks of the clans had been diminished, and everyone started from scratch.

Rustling.

Liu Hao, being vigilant, heard a rustle of leaves and branches. The sound came from the forest behind him.

Who is it?

He called out, but there was no reply. His heart suddenly tightened, and with his right hand he reached into his bosom for the hilt of a short sword.

The Three Kingdoms period was certainly not as peaceful as later dynasties. During the late Eastern Han Dynasty, bandits and rebels ran rampant, with warlords vying for control across the land.

According to Liu Hao's understanding, this was the late period of the Yellow Turban Rebellion. Next would be a conflict between the Ten Attendants and He Jin, which would lead to Dong Zhuo's entry onto the scene.

At that moment, more than ten large men suddenly burst out of the forest. Each man had a yellow headband tied around his head, wore tattered clothes, and carried a wooden long knife in their hands. They surrounded Liu Hao from several different directions.

This kid has a distinguished air about him, he must be from a wealthy family.

"Haha, looks like a sheep, hand!"

These people were malicious, glaring at Liu Hao with hostility. It was clear they weren't doing this for the first time.

These men, all sporting yellow headbands, exchanged glances before raising the weapons in their hands. Their expressions were menacing as they slowly advanced towards Liu Hao.

A dangerous aura suddenly spread.

I X, is it that I just traveled through time, and I have to live on the cheap?

Liu Hao's heart skipped a beat. Looking at these people's attire, there was a ninety percent chance they were runaway soldiers from the Yellow Turban Army, hiding in the wild and turning to banditry.

"If I don't kill, they will kill me. Kill these Yellow Turban rebels!"

When faced with a crisis, Liu Hao's mind was surprisingly calm. Instead of panic, his eyes glinted with ruthlessness.

At that moment, his heart was as still and cold as a frozen lake, without a ripple.

Live and let die, if you don't accept it, do it!

He gripped the short sword, his arms brimming with power.

This Liu Hao, I don't know if he inherited his ancestors' talent or brought it from a past life, but his strength is much greater than that of himself in the future.

"Heh heh, kid, if you don't want to die, just surrender!"

Of these dozen or so Yellow Turban rebels, one shorter man was the fastest, wielding a wooden staff and charging at the front.

"Go to die!"

Liu Hao flashed, cleverly letting him pass that wooden object. His sharp short sword darted out, effortlessly piercing the neck of this short and sturdy man.

As the two men brushed past each other, Liu Hao even smelled a foul odor coming from under the Yellow Turban rebel's arm. It was as if a fountain had erupted from his neck, spraying out with force.

"Bang!"

The oncoming bandit, carrying this Yellow Turban rebel, fell directly to the ground. Liu Hao's eyes flashed with excitement:

"Holy crap, we just straight up murdered them!"

Even with mental preparation, his heart trembled. In his past life, he hadn't even killed a single creature, yet today he directly killed a living Yellow Turban rebel!

But Liu Hao's heart didn't feel the slightest bit uncomfortable. Instead, he couldn't help but think of a desolate ancient poem he had seen online:

"A man should kill when he is called to do so, and kill without mercy. His name will be forever renowned if he achieves immortality through killing. Kill one person in three steps, stop your heart but not your hands. Ride ten thousand miles of waves, sleep on a thousand mountains... Killing one is for atonement, slaughtering thousands is for greatness. To slaughter nine million is to be the greatest among heroes!"

Liu Hao's excitement gradually subsided, and a sneer appeared on his face.

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