"Zhang Ji, you are here to kill this kid. I think nothing has happened before." Dong Zhuo changed his words.

Zhang Ji turned a deaf ear to him. He was not a three-year-old child. Since he had a killer, he would be killed.

With the joint efforts of Zhang Ji and Zhang Xiu, Dong Zhuo, who was already at a disadvantage, retreated step by step and fell into a dangerous situation several times. Dong Zhuo was killed in a mess, with black hair dancing in his clothes and wearing bare feet, with a long sword in his hands.

Dong Zhuo did not dare to continue fighting here, he just wanted to escape from Dong's mansion and find the army to come back to encircle and suppress the two rebels.

But how could Zhang Xiu be as he wished?

Seeing that Dong Zhuo and Dong Zhuo were defeated, he turned around and ran away.

A silver light behind him caught a shot and hit Dong Zhuo's heart.

Zhang Xiu picked up Dong Zhuo, who was more than 200 pounds, threw him heavily to the ground.

"The Dong thief is dead! The one who killed the Dong thief, Zhang Xiu, north!" Zhang Xiu roared.

Under the torch, Zhang Xiu was wearing a brocade robe and holding a spear. The tip of the gun was carrying Dong Zhuo who was penetrated by a gun.

Like a god of war in the dark night.
Chapter completed!