It was an autumn in his memory, and Lu Bu couldn't remember what year it was, but he remembered that it was a very cold and cold autumn. Probably in his life. He had never experienced such a cold autumn, cold, cold, and his heart became extremely cold, almost as if he would be frozen into ice slag in the next moment.

He walked along a road with no end in sight, his bare feet trampled on the ground, his clothes in tatters, and many wounds. It was when he was a teenager, really, Lu Bu couldn't remember what kind of expression he had on his face at that time, but he knew that it must be hatred, bitter hatred.

He didn't have a father, or he didn't know who his father was. From a very young age, in his memory, there was only his mother, only the loving and tenacious mother, who was not very generous, led him to this small village.

The village was not friendly to him, and there were many children of his age who called him a mongrel. What is a hybrid? Lu Bu didn't understand, and he didn't understand what Xianbei people were, but he only knew one thing, he was a Han person, and what flowed in his body was the blood of Han people, this was what his mother said, Lu Bu remembered it very clearly, very clearly.

He is Han Chinese.

Vague memories suddenly came flooding back to my heart. He is a Han person, not a Xianbei person, this is something engraved in memory.

Lu Bu smiled, his body swayed, the blade fell from in front of him, the shining sword light carried a strong wind, but it couldn't make his eyelids blink a little. The palm of the hand continued to stretch out, submerged into the chest, and with a "poof", the heart burst open, and a heartfelt joy permeated Lu Bude's mind.

Probably in this autumn, right? No, it was winter farther away, you winter, icy winter. On the long dirt road, there was a young man running, sweating a lot from his forehead, he was wearing a thin dress, and as he ran, more white breath came out of his mouth and nose.

The boy was extremely hungry, and his running speed became slower and slower, but he still ran, kept running. For others, this looks silly, but it is something he has to do, and perhaps many children in jackets do not understand why in the winter, there are people running against the cold wind.

If he doesn't run, he'll die. He had lost his mother, and the place where the walls and roof were broken with countless holes could no longer be called home. He only has to run, no food, no clothes, he can only keep running, running, can make him feel warm, the warmth in his body, makes him feel a lot more comfortable, but that's all.

He couldn't stop, he couldn't stop, it was a road with no end in sight, and he couldn't stop with blood from the rubble under his feet. It's just that soon, gradually, he got tired, very tired, very tired, and suddenly felt less cold, and the surroundings were so warm, so warm that he wanted to sleep, sleep and sleep well.

This is the same feeling, Lu Bu also wants to sleep now, feeling tired. But he still couldn't stop, his arms kept stretching out, his palms kept crushing his hearts, the liquid that burst open, the kind of touch, Lu Bu was getting more and more blurred.

He can't stop, he can't stop! As he had ever experienced, he couldn't stop in order to survive.

Continuing to kill, Lu Bu's halberd danced, and its movements became slower and slower, and many of the Xianbei cavalry were now wounded but not dead. More and more wounds appeared on his body, and the black armor became more and more broken, and even the armor that Lu Bu was wearing below was also shattered, revealing the robe that Lu Bu was wearing, as well as wounds.

Exhaustion. Yes, tired, Lu Bu doesn't think about too many things, life and death, he doesn't think about it anymore. Many things don't happen if you don't think about it, but if you don't think about it, you will always go to a farther place. Just like at that time, he ran on the dirt road with no end, and in order to survive, he didn't know how tired he was running.

The halberd erected more than a dozen long knives, and the other knife stabbed towards the back of the heart, which was now unprotected and only had a layer of robes left, Lu Bu stretched out his left hand and firmly grasped the knife, the blade slashed between his palms, cutting a wound.

Lu Bu roared angrily and repelled the Xianbei cavalry in front of him. No, I don't know when, they have dismounted, and now maybe they can be called Xianbei infantry? Even Lu Bu didn't know why they played dismounted, he only remembered to live, as well as kill, and kill a bloody way.

Turning around, Lu Bu opened his mouth and bit downward, biting down on the neck of the Xianbei soldier behind him. Blood quickly poured into Lu Bu's mouth, and a fishy-sweet taste filled his mouth, a little sweet, and very fishy, with a scorching temperature.

The Xianbei soldier struggled in vain, his hands kept clenching, trying to grab something, but he grabbed a void. From inside his throat, he let out a hoarse scream, and his pupils gradually dilated, until finally there was no more sound.

Lu Bu sucked greedily, and his dry throat was moistened, making him feel much better. And this blood makes him addicted, because it can make him live, he can live.

"Yes, I want to live......" Lu Bu removed his mouth, and the Xianbei soldier fell softly. On the side of his mouth, a circle of blood was left, and the fresh and warm blood was still dripping down the corners of his mouth, making Lu Bu can't help but **** the corners of his mouth, and use his tongue to put the last bit of blood into his mouth.

More Xianbei soldiers had a look of fear on their faces, they drank blood, but they had never drunk human blood! This scene in front of them made them feel extremely frightened, and their whole bodies trembled involuntarily, and in front of them, one of their companions was sucked out of blood by Lu Bu like that, and he died.

Duoye watched coldly from a distance, watching Lu Bu come to the end, but at this time, he was still not sure that this was really Lu Bu's end. At least, for now, he still can't muster up the courage to have a one-on-one fight with Lu Bu, because he is afraid, afraid of a miracle.

There was blood in the air, and a black mist appeared silently, appearing around Lu Bu, slowly, from nothing, from shallow to deep, covering Lu Bu's entire person, including the battlefield around him. Bit by bit, the condensed blood was crystal colored, and from the black mist, it flowed along the black mist, and all of it submerged into Lu Bu's body.

"Live!"

(End of chapter)