Oh, my God.

Frankly, he had a bit of a sense of vanity being satisfied, but more of a fear and apprehension.

It used to be his dream to be a savior hero.

It wasn't until he sacrificed himself for the "goddess" to block bullets and died without hesitation, and then unexpectedly learned that he was just a joke of the "goddess", and his death only served as a step for the "goddess" to climb up, he suddenly had doubts about the meaning of the word hero. He became a hero on the surface, he was glorified, he was famous, and yet, in the eyes of some, he was just a joke - too heart-wrenching!

So, at that time, he made up his mind that he would never be a hero again in the next life.

However, he didn't want to be a hero, and when he came to this feminist world, he suddenly found that this was no longer a question of whether he wanted to do it or not, and he didn't even have the qualifications to be a hero. This made him a little frustrated, he originally wanted to take the initiative to refuse, but he didn't expect to be passive and didn't even qualify......

At this time, his thinking changed a little subtly, and he couldn't accept such a role positioning, and he wanted to be recognized by others, which was a basic psychological appeal that could not be avoided. Therefore, he was excited at first because the history of this place had a certain relationship with the history of the Three Kingdoms, and he felt that he might have found a shortcut to be recognized...... Of course, reality told him that there was no such thing as a shortcut.

However, after arriving in the capital, he completed the standard plan for his life, he wanted to use his singing voice to open a path to freedom and fame for himself, and have enough financial resources to live this life with his beloved. He thought that God had given him such resources to compensate him for his life and let him fulfill this wish.

Who knows it's not.

He had the misfortune to become a hero again.

He just wanted to sing well and get rid of that feeling of lowliness and humility, and if singing could help him get it all, why should he be a hero?

After living for two lifetimes, no matter how confused you are, you finally figured out one thing.

It's hard to be a hero.

Ask the heroes of the world, which one does not carry bitterness and joy, love and hatred?

"The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, and the waves are sweeping away the heroes. Success or failure turns empty, the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times. ”

Heroes are destined to be lonely, tormented, and sacrificed. Throughout the ages, this has been the case.

If there is already a person in his heart who is worthy of love for a lifetime, and there is a great hope of coming together, he will never want to be a hero again.

Because the hero is constantly losing, constantly searching.

And he didn't want to lose again, he didn't want to look for it again.

Yes, a friend of tribulation, Zhao Xiaomei, is enough. Not only is this life enough, but even what God owes in his previous life has been returned to him with interest. If the sacrifice in his previous life was just to give him a Zhao Xiaomei, he would accept this arrangement from God. Although this arrangement also comes with the decline of men's power, it doesn't matter. No matter how stormy the society is, it can't withstand the warmth and peace of the family.

After all, he is actually a family man.

So, he really hopes that he is not a hero. This is by no means hypocritical, it is born of fear.

However, the price of refusing to be a hero is facing a lifetime of captivity...... This is worse than being a hero. Besides, when a hero can continue to be with Zhao Xiaomei, there is really no way, he can only promise the curator......

However, until now, he still hasn't fully figured out what he's been through in the past few days and nights. The first time I visited the Great North Pavilion, I encountered Zhao Yun's jumping off the building, came to the hospital, broke through the blockade and woke up Zhao Yun with singing, and then I was escorted to the yamen as a prisoner, and I encountered a struggle between the powerful and the young official, the struggle had just ended, but inexplicably changed from a prisoner to a person who could be a hero to save the world......

Incredible experience, ever-changing situation, inexplicable turn.

And in this process, he did not have the slightest room for thinking. From ordinary people to repeat offenders, and from repeat offenders to heroes. All this, he is more like a puppet, being led away, he will play whatever people ask him to play, and he can't even prepare decent lines.

He even thought like this, was the person who was led all the way through the slit really him?

Can he really gain such great ability, he even once doubted that his singing voice could bring great combat power to others, whether it would be a trap designed by others. Because this is so mysterious, so mysterious that he, a person who once admired science, can't believe it......

But depending on the situation, it seems that it is really not. And how does he believe in science, he came here, and he is not scientific at all.

So, does he really have that much energy in him? Is there really one? Haoqi, how can it be developed? And how much more can he have in him with such anger? And who will help him with the development?

Of course, the bigger question is, is the world really as chaotic as the curator said?

If so, what about his two younger sisters...... Anyway, it was his only remaining blood relative in the world. It's been two years, their lives and deaths are unknown, their whereabouts are unknown, and if there is a storm like that, everything is unimaginable.

As soon as I thought of this, I sighed a long sigh.

sighed, looked at Cao Cao, and saw that she was still gritting her teeth and driving the car, her face was obviously worried, but her expression was very focused...... The rural roads of the Han Dynasty are very spacious, and the scenery along the way is also good, even though it is night, the visibility is not bad. Cao Cao's concentration actually made Liu Wu feel sad. A girl from a rich and noble family, who has become a county magistrate in the capital at a young age, is willing to give up the good prospects for the words of the teacher, and flee with them overnight.

In the bumps of the vehicle, Liu Wu couldn't suppress his sleepiness after all, and next to Zhao Yun, he bent his knees and hugged his head, and fell asleep.

In fact, he didn't sleep long before he woke up, because he suddenly felt that the speed of the car had slowed down, and there was a sound of dogs barking, and when he opened his eyes, it turned out that the car had entered a small village.

The small village is very clean and beautiful, every family has a small courtyard, and the house is exquisite.

The car stopped in front of a compound, Cao Cao got out of the car, knocked on the door, Liu Wu wiped his eyes, looked at Zhao Yun who was still asleep, and quickly got out of the car, when he came down, the door opened, and it was a middle-aged woman dressed in a big way, she looked at Cao Cao who was smiling and groaning, and her eyes lit up and said: "Meng De? ”

Cao Cao smiled: "Aunt Lu, it's me." ”

The two laughed and hugged each other. , you are lonely, the young lady warms you with a movie