The Plane Lottery System of the Pantheon

Everyone present did not expect that there would be changes in the end.

Especially the one who was about to kill the child.

"Who...are you?" His voice was very hoarse because he had not drank water for many days, and he had no strength at all because he had been hungry for so long, but his words conveyed a sense of sadness that his food had been taken away.

Zhang Chen looked silently at the few people in front of him who were almost completely unable to move, and slowly let go of the hand holding the wooden stick.

"I want this boy." Zhang Chen thinks that he is not a good person. He has the blood of thousands of people on his hands, and even countless blood that is not human. But at this moment, Zhang Chen's butcher knife can't cut it off. .

The boy didn't know whether it was because he had experienced resurrection from the dead or for other reasons, but he always fainted on the side. Fortunately, Zhang Chen's reaction was not slow and he directly caught the boy's body, otherwise he would have fallen to the ground like this. , this boy might fall to death due to a slight collision.

Zhang Chen ignored what the hungry people behind him were going to do next. Zhang Chen only knew what he needed to do.

It wasn't until this moment that Zhang Chen remembered that although the Three Kingdoms was the most magnificent period of history in history, and countless famous generals and ministers emerged during this period, no matter how you describe it, it cannot be separated from two words, war.

Once a war breaks out, everyone will face the loss of their families and their families, and the mountains and rivers that people will see will inevitably be filled with millions of corpses and thousands of miles of blood.

Zhang Chen held the child in his arms and walked up against the flow of people. The child's weight was very light. It was so light that Zhang Chen felt it was not as heavy as a dog. But in Zhang Chen's heart, the child weighed very much. It was very heavy, so heavy that Zhang Chen could not speak, nor could he pick up the sword in his hand and kill.

Among a group of refugees, Zhang Chen seemed out of place, not only because Zhang Chen did not look like a refugee at all, but also because during this escape, no one would hug others like Zhang Chen.

He led the child he met accidentally up the stream of people and walked for a day. During this day, Zhang Chen continued to inject the spiritual energy in his body into this weak life, hoping to snatch it back from the hands of the underworld. A life.

At night, the boy woke up. When he woke up, he saw a bright bonfire. Then his already numb body began to tell him his pain. The boy frowned and said, "Thirsty."

If Zhang Chen hadn't been paying attention to the boy, he wouldn't have noticed that the boy was speaking. The voice was so low that even if he got close to him, he couldn't hear it.

Zhang Chen handed the boy a bowl of water.

The boy drank it down eagerly, and then something incredible happened. His body was continuously recovering its strength, and even his spirit was getting better.

Zhang Chen did not tell the boy that he had added a drop of spiritual wine to the water. Seeing that the boy had regained some strength, he handed him the roasted hare that was full of aroma.

The boy took it in his hand, looked at Zhang Chen gratefully, and then ate it with big mouthfuls.

Zhang Chen nodded.

Even after experiencing such a painful thing, he has not given up the humanity in his heart.

"Are you willing to become my disciple?" Zhang Chen looked at the little boy who was devouring his food and said with a smile.

After all, this incident was an episode. Zhang Chen continued on the road, but this time, a little boy appeared behind Zhang Chen.

Zhang Chen was not prepared to teach him the method of cultivation, because Zhang Chen could tell at the first sight of him that even if he learned it, his achievements would be extremely low.

So Zhang Chen just taught him how to read along the way. He walked like this for more than half a month, and finally Zhang Chen came to Jingzhou.

At this time, Zhang Chen had changed into a long gown that was common in the Three Kingdoms. In order not to attract attention, Zhang Chen also made his hair grow much longer and put on a crown on his head like ordinary people.

Jingzhou is indeed a legendary strategic location. Although all forces are ready to take action at this time, no one dares to be the first to take the lead. Because now everyone in the world is eyeing this treasure land, the first to take the lead must be Overwhelm the crowd, otherwise you will definitely be crushed to death.

Therefore, unlike other places, although Jingzhou is still in troubled times, it feels like a capital city, lively, peaceful, and filled with joy and laughter everywhere.

After Zhang Chen entered Jingzhou, he didn't know where to go. However, Zhang Chen thought that the nearest city was the best, so Zhang Chen went to the city anyway.

Zhang Chen simply entered the city, because Zhang Chen didn’t have any sharp weapons on him, not even a baggage. Although the people guarding the city were very confused, they found nothing, and finally let Zhang Chen enter. city.

After entering the city, Zhang Chen naturally couldn't go hunting for game when he was hungry and rest on the ground when he was tired like before. So Zhang Chen was stumped by one thing when he entered the city. Zhang Chen had no money.

It's not that Zhang Chen doesn't have anything valuable on him. Zhang Chen always had gold and silver on him before. However, because Zhang Chen didn't bring these gold and silver with him the last time he entered the Land of God's Fall, so now Zhang Chen has no money. Accommodation and meals.

Just when Zhang Chen was worried, there was a commotion on the street ahead.

A soldier riding a war horse was running wildly on the street, waving the letter in his hand while running wildly.

"Military emergency! Get out of the way quickly!"

The people passing by hurriedly retreated to the side, and they were in a panic for a while, and they didn't know how many things were damaged.

Zhang Chen had already pulled the child behind him to the side. When passing through the city gate, Zhang Chen already knew that Xiangcheng was now Cao Cao's city.

The child who had been following Zhang Chen looked at the majestic soldiers in the distance and immediately pulled Zhang Chen to ask, "Teacher, why can he ride a horse?"

Zhang Chen glanced at the boy and said gently, "Because he has important information, this information is related to the lives of thousands of people."

The boy nodded, not quite understanding, "Oh."

Zhang Chen looked at the boy and suddenly laughed, "Speaking of which, I have never asked you your name. Can you tell me now?"

The boy shook his head, "Teacher, I don't have a name. I only know that my surname is Zhao. In our hometown, we only have a nickname. The real name is asked by the teacher in the school after we become adults."

Zhang Chen pondered for a moment, "Since there is no name yet, and the first time we met was in the campfire, why not call it Zhao Xinghuo."

Zhao Xinghuo nodded vigorously after hearing Zhang Chen's words, "Okay."

Soon the riot caused by the soldier returned to calm, but Zhang Chen didn't think so.

Zhang Chen turned his head and his eyes stopped on the city lord's mansion in the center of the city.