There are gentlemen in the Three Kingdoms

It was as if Pei Qian's brain was about to explode.

His ears were buzzing, and the things in front of him seemed to have turned into double shadows, his head was blank, and he didn't know why.

"What did Fu Jun say?" Pei Qian's ears were ringing severely at the moment.

The potter put down the horn and spoke normally: "I tell you, can you hear me?"

"What did you say? I can't hear you!"

The potter didn't ask him any more, turned his head to look up the mountain in doubt, scratched his head and said in wonder, "There's nothing wrong with the trumpet, why can't that fellow Lu Bu hear you? Could it be that this fellow is deaf?"

After a little silence, the potter raised his horn again and shouted towards the mountain.

"Lu Bu! I'm not looking for you for anything else, but just to give you a way out! I'll count to three now, and if you don't answer after the three counts, then Tao will treat you as one or two for death!"

"This general is here!"

The potter couldn't finish counting the words, so he listened faintly above the mountain, a voice full of vigor and vitality resounded like a thunder, its voice was so loud that it was almost no longer under the potter's loudspeaker.

After Lu Bu left, he was depressed and looked like he was going to die. He found a tall rock and stood there with awe-inspiring power. His face was already blackened by the fire, and his body was covered with dust. Like a clay figurine pulled out of a pile of briquettes.

But the look on his face was different from that of just now, and he had returned to his usual cold and arrogance.

The potter from the bottom of the mountain looked at the fire not far away. Standing on the rock like a god of war, Lu Bu, who was stepping on the scorching hell, couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion in his heart.

He held the trumpet and praised from the bottom of his heart: "It's so stylish!"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Lu Bu was at the air outlet, unable to pretend to be forced by the thick smoke blown by the mountain wind, he suddenly bent down, covered his nose and began to cough violently, with snot and tears pouring down one after another, completely lacking in the mightiness of the first stage And domineering, how pitiful and pitiful.

"My surname is Tao, if you have anything to say, hurry up and say it! I'm about to lose my grip and choke me!"

The potter's expression of admiration instantly turned into disdain.

"It's just a little cigarette, look at the bear you're choking on"

Lu Bu squatted down, tried his best to avoid the thick black smoke, stared at the pottery merchant down the mountain with a pair of wolf smoke, and shouted hoarsely: "Tao, what do you want to say to this general? Come quickly!"

If there is a fart, let it go quickly. Didn’t I see Lord Hou, am I about to choke to death?

Did this Zhu Zi just say that he wanted to give the general a way out?

The pottery rubbed the bridge of his nose habitually, hesitated for a moment, and then said.

"Marquis Wen, today is the first time we meet, we only talk about romantic affairs, not important national affairs, does Marquis Wen think so?"

When Lu Bu heard the words, he wished he could scold the eighteen generations of Tao's ancestors.

When is this all?

What else are you talking about?

We don't know each other at all, okay?This general will be choked to death, can't you see it!

Lu Bu took a deep breath, but he was almost choked due to inhaling too much smoke.

He braced himself up, his squinted eyes emitting a faint green light.

"Is Mr. Tao playing tricks on the general?"

Tao replied loudly with a loudspeaker: "Of course not. Marquis Wen is a hero in the world. Tao can't help but admire him. How can we talk about blasphemy?"

There was obvious anger in Lu Bu's words: "Then you just yelled that you would let me go, why didn't you mention it now?"

"Didn't I think about the romance first?"

Lu Bu's face turned green obviously.

"Cough, cough, cough! Pottery merchant, you first say that you let go of this general, and then we will make love!"

The pottery merchant shrugged his shoulders, and said helplessly, "Look at your desperate appearance."

At the moment when the Bingzhou army was so tense and dignified, life and death were on the line, the Tao merchant actually said such words, and everyone present couldn't help being stunned.

"Death?" Lu Bu's face turned green again.

He understood the meaning of these words, but when they came out of the potter's mouth, why was it so awkward?

The pottery merchant took a deep breath, raised his voice and said to Lu Bu on the mountain: "Marquis Wen is a good general in the world, a hero at the time, unparalleled in bravery, he is indeed a rare talented general in my Han Dynasty, today In the first battle, you and I are masters. Although Tao designed to trap Wenhou in Shouyang Mountain, but thinking about it, if he just hurt the life of a fierce general, it would be a waste of Wenhou. Tao will not do it! "

Lu Bu squinted at the flames that trapped him at the foot of the mountain, and at the pile of corpses thrown down by his side after several charges on the dirt roads on the east and west sides.

He was really too lazy to argue with the potter.

It's like this if you can't do it, if you can do it, wouldn't this general be crushed by you today?

A man should endure the humiliation in his crotch, this general endured it today!

Lu Bu opened his mouth again hoarsely, and shouted: "Since Mr. Tao cherishes talents so much, I will not say anything. From now on, my life, Lu Bu, is yours. This general is willing to do my best for Mr. Tao's great cause! "

After saying these words, the expressions of the generals behind Lu Bu suddenly changed drastically.

It's too spineless to join the enemy in front of the battle! ?

Zhang Liao yelled at Lu Bu angrily, "Marquis Wen! Don't do that!"

Lu Bu blocked Zhang Liao's words with a wave of his hand, and just stared at the potters down the mountain.

"What do young master Tao think?"

The pottery merchant stroked his chin, pondered for a while, and then said: "I heard that every time Marquis Wen recognizes a new owner, he seems to give a son as a gift."

Lu Bu was taken aback when he heard this.

Give it to your son?

He didn't figure out the meaning of the potter's words at first, but after thinking about it for a while, he suddenly realized.

Lu Bu called Ding Yuan Papa when he was under Ding Yuan's tent, and Dong Zhuo called Papa when he was under Dong Zhuo's tent. Now he is going to belong to the potter's tent

Lu Bu's face suddenly turned the color of a pig's liver.

The one named Tao is too damn deceitful!

Chapter 273 Surrender the Red Rabbit

Lu Bu bit his lips tightly, feeling an indignation that was hard to express in words.