Destiny, what exactly is that? Before meeting Dong Zhuo, Chen Mo did not have a definite concept.

Because in his impression, Sun Jian's fate was a black-patterned gray tiger called [White Tiger], and the Yingchuan Yellow Turban Qu Shuai Bocai, whom he admired, his fate was a three-clawed dragon python called [Qifeng].

To be honest, Chen Mo had also seen two people fighting on the battlefield, but he never felt that the two evil beasts, like phantoms, could shock ordinary soldiers, had any effect.

Until, he met Dong Zhuo...

"Tick!" A drop of blood dripped on the blue bricks in the hall, making a slight movement.

It was the blood on Chen Mo's body. At this moment, he was hiding in the dark against the pillars in the hall, looking at the slightly fat man in the hall, Dong Zhuo.

Dong Zhuo, that was Chen Mo's assassination target, but looking at the scene in the hall now, it seems that a character has been changed between the hunter and the prey.

"Boy, aren't you going to assassinate Dong? Dong is standing here waiting for you to kill me!" Dong Zhuo, who was standing in the hall, laughed.

Looking at his relaxed expression, Chen Mo was extremely shocked.

What happened? What happened?

Taking advantage of the gap of breathing and restoring strength, Chen Mo recalled what had just happened...

At that time, he and Cao Cao successfully arrived at Dong Zhuo's bedroom where he rested. At that time, Dong Zhuo was taking a nap on the couch. Next to him was the peerless hero who was heard and seen by Chen Mo, Lu Bu.

After a while of laughing with Dong Zhuo, Cao Cao presented the Seven Treasure Sword to Dong Zhuo, which won his favor. He took the opportunity to use a method to trick Lu Bu out, so that only Chen Mo and Dong Zhuo were left in the bedroom.

You should know how Dong Zhuo cared about Chen Mo when he was dressed up with a guard. Seeing that Cao Cao had left temporarily, Dong Zhuo lay down on the couch again, and continued to take a nap with his back to Chen Mo.

This is a great opportunity to assassinate!

Chen Mo told himself this at that time.

So, he quietly pulled out the short sword behind his waist and killed Dong Zhuo...

Yes, he killed Dong Zhuo!

It was easy, very easy, he stabbed Dong Zhuo in the heart with his dagger and completely killed him!

Even he himself was very surprised.

But why, why did the dead Dong Zhuo come back to life?

No, it should be that the killed Dong Zhuo came back alive?

wrong……

Chen Mo's thoughts were in chaos, and he could not understand what he saw.

In just one stick of incense, he [killed] Dong Zhuo several times, and each time he used a short sword to stab the vitals, neck, heart, and waist, but why, why can't he kill him?!

"Oh? Hiding behind the pillar?" Dong Zhuo, who was standing in the hall, laughed and saw him raising it casually. He didn't know what move he used. The pillar where Chen Mo hid was instantly shattered like a strong wind urging him to wither.

As the wood chips were flying, Chen Mo felt a huge force in his abdomen, and flew backwards with a bang, hitting the wall hard, then fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Why?

Why?!

Before this, he always believed that the strength of the martial arts world was to see whether the hostility was strong, and whether the moves were refined. With the amazing hostility received by sacrificing Yuanyang and the unique skill of killing people with a flying knife, Chen Mo once disturbed the storm of Luoyang.

But Dong Zhuo in front of him made Chen Mo at a loss...

Is he immortal?

How is that possible?!

Chen Mo's heart was like a storm.

Looking at Chen Mo who was barely supporting his body and vomiting blood not far away, Dong Zhuo snorted lightly and laughed and said, "Assassins who dare to assassinate Dong are rare in recent years!"

"..." Chen Mo reluctantly stood up and wiped the blood at the corner of his mouth with his hands.

"Oh? Can you still stand up? Not bad," he smiled at Chen Mo. Dong Zhuo actually spread his hands and said with a smile, "Aren't you going to assassinate Dong? Don't say that Dong doesn't give you a chance, just do this, kill me once, I'll punch you to see if you kill Dong first, or Dong first kill you, isn't it interesting?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a fierce light flashed in Chen Mo's eyes. After a short sword flew through most of the bedroom, it pierced into Dong Zhuo's neck. However, strangely, Dong Zhuo did not dodge or avoid, and forced Chen Mo's short sword.

"Wow!" A bunch of blood burst out from Dong Zhuo's neck, but he didn't take it seriously at all. He pulled the short sword off his neck, pinched the tip of the sword and weighed it, and looked at Chen Mo in surprise, "Dong has seen many assassins who threw the short sword and killed people, but it is really rare to be like you..." As he said that, he frowned and thought, and smiled, "Dong knows, I guess you are the assassin who disrupts the wind and rain in Luoyang, Chen Mo, Yingchuan Yellow Turban, right?"

"yes!"

At this time, Chen Mo was staring at Dong Zhuo's neck. He clearly saw the wound on the other party's neck healing at an astonishing speed visible to the naked eye, and disappeared in a blink of an eye, as if he had never been injured.

What's going on?

Could this guy really be immortal?

"I really didn't expect that the assassin, who is famous for Luoyang, was just a boy who was not as good as the one who was not as young as the one. Humph, it's ridiculous that those ordinary men in Guandong could not even deal with a childish little kid. They still had the face to be an official in Luoyang and killed well!"

Chen Mo was obviously not in the mood to take care of the other party's words, because he was still shocked at this moment.

Is this guy really a human?

What the hell is going on with him?

Why can't I kill him?

Could he be really immortal?

If Chen Mo had some courage when facing Sun Jian, then now, facing Dong Zhuo, he had no courage at all, because he could not understand everything he saw in front of him.

withdraw?

A thought flashed through Chen Mo's mind. After all, he just promised Cao Cao to come and assassinate Dong Zhuo, but he did not promise Cao Cao that he would kill the other party.

Unlike the assassination of Emperor Liu Hong a few months ago, Chen Mo vowed to Tang Xiner that he would go back and take her away from the palace with him.

He must be alive because Tang Xiner told him before he came here that if he was gone, she would go down to accompany him...

I will be alive!

【Bengjin·Tiger Roar!】

"Boom!" A black air wave like an impact swallowed Dong Zhuo's slightly fat body in an instant, bombarding the entire bedroom in a mess.

Taking this opportunity, Chen Mo turned around and ran towards the palace gate. After a few steps, he suddenly stopped because he clearly saw Lu Bu holding a painting halberd and leaning against the palace gate, looking at him with unknown gaze.

When did he come?

Did Cao Cao's delay fail?

Chen Mo couldn't help but smile a little bitterly, because in the agreement between Cao Cao and him, Cao Cao would try his best to hold back the extremely famous fierce general in history, Lu Bu, but if he really couldn't do it, it could only look at Chen Mo's own luck. After all, Cao Cao and Chen Mo's relationship was not so close, and he couldn't make a conflict with Lu Bu for Chen Mo.

It's over!

There is Lu Bu in front and Dong Zhuo behind...

Chen Mo's heart was full of thoughts.

"Click!"

At this moment, a sound of footsteps came from behind Chen Mo. He subconsciously turned his head, but saw Dong Zhuo walking out of the ruins without any damage, patting the wood chips on his body, and saying to Lu Bu who was standing at the gate of the hall, "Where is Cao Aman?"

"Run!" Lu Bu said lightly.

"I was useless to treat him kindly, but he was so sorry for me. The so-called Guandong warriors are all sluts!" Dong Zhuo snorted coldly, then frowned and asked, "Has Fengxian captured him Cao Aman back?"

I saw Lu Bu shrugging and said lightly, "Because your adoptive father never gave an order!"

"Hey!" Dong Zhuo was happy for some reason, and turned his eyes to Chen Mo who was in a dilemma, shook his head and said, "That move just now was not an ordinary collapse force, right? Unexpectedly, a mere assassin also mastered such profound skills. He had not been active for a long time, but was actually messed up by an assassin. What kind of pride is this?" As he said, he seemed to notice something, turned to Lu Bu and said, "Don't my son try it? Maybe he could hurt his father!"

In Chen Mo's astonished gaze, Lu Bu glanced at Chen Mo and said lightly, "Although he is amazing, he is just a reckless man who only knows brute force. If he has eight points of my ability, maybe I will try it! But now, let it go, there is no chance of winning!"

"Hahaha!" Faced with Lu Bu's disobedient words, Dong Zhuo not only laughed angrily, but also looked at Lu Bu with admiration and said with a smile, "What my son means is that as long as there are two my sons, can he kill his father?"

"At least you can move forward and retreat freely!"

"Hahahaha, OK! What Dong wants is my son's ambition! My son is a tiger. With you beside your father, you are peeping day and night, you have to practice martial arts to avoid being retaliated against by you in the future. In the long run, my son's martial arts will be even better, all of which is my son's credit!"

"Hmph!" Lu Bu snorted lightly.

Why...what happened?

Listening to the conversation between the two, Chen Mo was shocked and couldn't say it for a moment. Not to mention anything else, is Dong Zhuo even better than Lu Bu?

In fact, it is difficult to understand. After all, Lu Bu is only twenty-five or six years old. He is not the unparalleled Wen Hou in the future. Dong Zhuo is now in his prime and is at the peak of his life. Moreover, he seems to have a special ability that cannot be killed.

Seeing that the retreat was cut off by Lu Bu, Chen Mo could only grit his teeth and entangle with Dong Zhuo, intending to figure out the reason for his strange ability.

Slowly, he seemed to have found the trick to deal with Dong Zhuo. After all, Dong Zhuo was a little obese and had difficulty moving, while Chen Mo was agile, so he adopted the method of You Dou.

During this period, Lu Bu kept watching Chen Mo and Dong Zhuo’s fight at the door, and seemed to have no intention of intervening. Moreover, he seemed to pay more attention to Dong Zhuo’s every move than Chen Mo, and sometimes showed a thoughtful look.

Perhaps Dong Zhuo noticed Chen Mo's intention, and he also had a certain understanding of Chen Mo's abilities. He was just a bit of aggression, but he only relied on brute force. However, the opponent's proficiency in killing techniques was beyond Dong Zhuo's expectations.

Therefore, Dong Zhuo became interested in a playful assassin, and his playfulness became more and more intense.

"Is it inconvenient to bully Dong? Hey!"

While saying this, Dong Zhuo's anger rolled violently. Then, he breathed deeply. His body, which was originally slightly bloated and fat, turned strangely, revealing a pair of semen and muscles. There was no fat all over his body. At the same time, the hostility beside him was twice as strong, and it actually filled the huge bedroom.

The violent aura was like a strong wind that drove Chen Mo back a few steps. Then, he was shocked to find that for some reason, the bedroom was strangely red, and two kinds of blue light spreading like mist. The red light was hot and the blue light was cold.

At the same time, Chen Mo vaguely saw the strong aura behind Dong Zhuo, and he opened nine pairs of blood-red eyes that were not like humans. In a vague way, he also heard a few low roars like dragons and snakes, as if a ferocious beast was lurking behind Dong Zhuo's anger.

Suddenly, Lu Bu narrowed his eyes and looked at Dong Zhuo and the unknown ferocious beast behind him with a full eye.

"Is it finally here? Fate... [Nine Infants]!"
Chapter completed!