Segunda Mão no Tempo: Liu Bei, o Ladrão de Grandes Orelhas
Reencarnei como Liu Bei, mas era de segunda mão. Porque o anterior... digo, o viajante anterior também tinha reencarnado no corpo de Liu Bei. O antecessor bateu as botas, e eu assumi o lugar, mas agora tenho que limpar a bagunça deixada por ele! Você faz ideia de quantos inimigos esse sujeito arranjou? Esse maldito antecessor morreu cedo, mas antes mesmo da Rebelião dos Turbantes Amarelos, já tinha arrumado briga com um monte de caras perigosos como Cao Cao, Yuan Shao, Gongsun Zan, Yuan Shu e outros! E aí eu assumi, virei um viajante de segunda mão... Mas como é que vou sobreviver desse jeito? Será que vou mesmo acabar sendo só um bandido de orelhas grandes?
Segunda Mão no Tempo: Liu Bei, o Ladrão de Grandes Orelhas
Liu Bei was feeling extremely irritable.
He rode his horse slowly along the riverbank, constantly looking back over his shoulder, his eyes bloodshot. The horse, with its high withers and slender legs, should have been a magnificent steed, but it was now filthy and emaciated, its mane matted and its head hanging low in exhaustion. It was clear it had not been cared for in a long time. Liu Bei himself was disheveled, his clothes in tatters, looking every bit like a displaced refugee.
After traveling for a while, the horse suddenly stopped. Liu Bei turned his head to look ahead, then carefully scrutinized his surroundings. He was to the north of Dunqiu County in Dong Commandery, with the Yellow River ahead. Liu Bei climbed down from the horse, using his sword as a crutch, and shuffled step by step toward the riverbank.
A great drought gripped the land, and it was the low-water season; the Yellow River was not deep. However, it seemed the river had shifted its course. The original ferry crossing had become a stretch of mudflats, and the silt was so thick that one would sink with every step. Even if there had been a boat, it would have been impossible to cross.
There was nowhere left to go. He would have to face his pursuers here.
Liu Bei sighed, reached into the pack on the horse’s back, and pulled out the last millet cake. He bit into it, but after a moment’s thought, he pulled it from his mouth and looked at the horse beside him.
"Sigh, you need to eat something decent first, or you won't have the strength to keep running...&qu
