I have attribute points in Three Kingdoms

Chapter 185 Competing for Popularity
"Don't kill me, I beg you, please don't kill me, okay? I'll make you a cow and a horse. You can call me daddy or whatever. I beg you, please don't miss me."

Chen Lei looked at the wailing man speechlessly. At this moment, water stains dripped on his trousers on the ground.

You were so arrogant just now, please don't lose your character now, okay?

I, Uncle He, deliberately kept you here because I wanted to hear your continued arrogance, not your begging for mercy.

Forget it.
Chen Lei looked at Huang Zhong in the distance, and Wei Kecha nodded to him.

Huang Zhong bent down to take the arrow.

"Hey~"

An arrow flew past Chen Lei's ear, and Chen Lei walked towards He Yu without changing his face.

All he can do is to make him less painful.

When Ergou in the distance saw this scene, his eyes lit up.

This is so cool. If you are in danger, someone will come to save you immediately. What kind of fairy life is this!

Love, love.

He Yu felt scorching gazes glancing here, and looked back.

Ergou subconsciously avoids sight.

He Yu turned around.

Fighting the five scum, there is no threat at all, there is no need to kill people to silence

"What's going on today? Two people have already looked at Mr. Chen with such a possible perspective."

He Yu frowned.

And the last one was Dong Zhuo, the new general of Dongzhong Lang, so he didn't know whether it was good or bad.

That's all, He Yu shook his head, stopped thinking about it, and then walked towards Chen Lei.

At this time, a faint mist had risen in the sky.

The Han army has been attacking the Yellow Turban for an hour, so the fog is not particularly thick, but it is not particularly thin. It is an ordinary morning fog type, which has a certain impact, but not so strong.

After meeting, the two looked at the corpses all over the place, and He Yu also sighed along with Chen Lei.

"Master Chen, do you want to fight the Yellow Turban today?"

"I've been surrounded by yellow scarves today, let's go back and digest."

Chen Lei shook his head in denial.

The big Han soldiers were still rushing forward bravely, even though there were more than ten thousand fighters in the Yellow Turban, the Yellow Turban was still beaten and retreated.

It was the same as last time. If there is no accident, the fog will completely thicken within an hour.

"Why do you still send people out to die when you know you can't beat them?"

Chen Lei looked at the yellow turban tent and muttered to himself.

If he were Zhang Jiao, it would be absolutely impossible to send people to die like this. Not to mention the army's morale would be easily distracted, and the power he could control would be less and less.

So, what exactly was he thinking?——
Chen Lei really didn't know what Zhang Jiao was thinking.

But Han Chun, standing on the top of the mountain, felt tight in his heart.

Zhang Jiao needed these people to die, including Liu Hong, who also waited for this time specially to connive at the Yellow Turban rebellion.

Liu Hong told him that after death, people will turn into three kinds of Qi.

One Qi is the Qi of the sky, which dissipates between the sky and the earth, just like a whale falling, stabilizing the sky and the earth.

The air is the air of a corpse, seeping into the ground for three thousand miles, just like a blade of grass falling to the ground, it becomes the nourishment of all things.

A breath of human energy dissipates between heaven and earth, just like the cornerstone of the human race, suppressing all races in the world.

If there is a country, a tribe, and a belief, they will be acquired by these things and become their further cornerstones. If they are not acquired in time, they will prevent other races from opening their spiritual wisdom and impact their luck.

Because in this world, there can only be one race of heaven and earth!
Other races can only serve as a foil for the human race, and the human race does not need companions, they are the only one!
As for Zhang Jiao, I don't know where he learned the method of capturing popularity.

Even if he doesn't know how to use this method, as long as he is strong enough, he can suppress all enemies who compete with him.

Even if he doesn't gain popularity by himself, he will form the appearance of an unprecedented creature in the world.

The Han Dynasty called it, dragon!
But Zhang Jiao is obviously not so strong, not to mention that his yellow scarf was born prematurely and is even weaker.

Zhang Jiao needs this popularity even more to solidify the foundation of his Yellow Turbans!

Otherwise, the Yellow Turban is nothing more than illusory duckweed. When any natural or man-made disaster occurs, the Yellow Turban may plan to have a miscarriage.

Han Chun's eyes turned white, and he saw those illusory lines in the sky.

If a thread is a corpse, there are thousands of threads in the sky at this time!
Han Chun's heart was throbbing, but he suppressed his emotions and whispered some characters that ordinary people could not understand at all.

"ゞ┡╃ ＄ (),"

The general meaning is, the heroes of the big man, the big man needs your existence, go back to Luoyang, your monarch is waiting for you now.

After hearing this, the threads in the sky stopped in place as if they were intelligent, and swayed gently with the breeze in the sky.

Of course, there are also some loyal big men and yellow scarves who flock to Luoyang/Guangzong without hesitation. Han Chun has nothing to stop these popularity, nor is he qualified to stop them.

But at least it can be guaranteed that the popularity of the big man's diehards will not be deducted by the Yellow Turban, and the significance of Han Chun's presence here is also reflected.

He smiled slightly, and the speed of his mouth quickened.

However, every time he uttered a word, a pea-sized bead of sweat would flow from his forehead. It could be seen that reading these words put a lot of pressure on him!
On the other side, Zhang Jiao, who sensed that someone was competing for popularity with him, was slightly taken aback.

Instantly understood that the big man had made a move, and smiled a few times.

Looking at the white line in the sky, he also chanted "ɡα ＄℡ ∩▽∩,"

More than [-]% of the white threads from the sky poured into the body of Guangzong's young dragon, and less than [-]% rushed to the great Han Luoyang.

After all, this is his home field!

And the guy on the other side is too weak.
If Liu Hong came, it might still be possible to compete with him, but Liu Hong couldn't come in person, so Zhang Jiao wasn't worried at all.

After a long time, Zhang Jiao vaguely felt that Long hiccupped, so he immediately stopped whispering.

This kind of thing can't be too much, you have to take it slowly, and you can't become a big fat man in one breath.

Zhang Jiao looked at the sky and took a deep breath.

"The fog rises!"

Zhang Jiao roared, and immediately there were clouds of mist coming from all directions between the sky and the earth. Of course, except for Zhang Jiao, the caster, no one else could see it.

Zhang Jiao swung his right hand and surrounded the entire battlefield.

When the battlefield was full of fog, Zhang Jiao sat down immediately, spit out a mouthful of blood from his mouth, and became lethargic visible to the naked eye.

Even if it was him, if he did these two things in succession, he would lose half his life.

Zhang Jiao opened a warm jade box and took out a cloudy white elixir. Immediately, the whole house was filled with the fragrance of the medicine.

Every second that this precious medicine exists in the air is a great waste of its power.

Zhang Jiao didn't dare to delay any longer, he quickly swallowed the precious medicine, and his face slowly turned red.

He looked at the treasure pill in the warm jade box.

Only the last eight are left inside.
(End of this chapter)