Lu Bu: My wife comes from two thousand years later

Lu Bu felt a little regretful at this moment. How could he forget that Amo was the person he loved and also the daughter of Wang Yun? Wang Yun and others were Dong Zhuo's mortal enemies. Those people were as shrewd as monkeys. Sometimes when they accidentally said something wrong, he and others might think of the conspiracy behind this sentence. He should not have told Amo about the future in detail in the heat of the moment.

If Amo were asked to choose between herself and Wang Yun, there would be no doubt that she would choose to stand on Wang Yun's side.

Seeing the suspicion in Lu Bu's eyes, Zhang Mo felt a pang in her heart, but she smiled and said, "How could it be? Besides, only the two of us believe this. Who else would believe it? Don't worry, this is your secret. I won't tell anyone."

"Did you really not tell him?" Lu Bu subconsciously covered his chest while speaking. The system seemed to have moved again.

"I really didn't say that. How about I swear an oath?"

As she spoke, she raised three fingers to swear, but Lu Bu held her hand and said, "No need, I believe you. But your appearance here today is really abnormal..."

He didn't believe that she came here because she really missed him.

Zhang Mo immediately hugged his neck, raised her head and stood on tiptoe, using her mouth to block his next words.

Zhang Mo appeared here, and no matter what reason she gave, it was hard for Lu Bu to believe it. The only way she could think of to delay people was to use the beauty trap!

Her kissing skills have improved a lot after being trained by Lu Bu, and since it was her first time to kiss someone, Lu Bu quickly became addicted to this damn tenderness!

The sun rose higher and higher, and the mottled sunlight shone through the branches onto the figures of the two people kissing and hugging, which was very touching.

Lu Bu was at the age of full vigor and vitality, and the person in front of him was the one he had been thinking about for years. How could he withstand such teasing? He had already been intoxicated and just wanted to eat this seductive little goblin clean.

He unbuttoned her outer garment and studied the vest for a long time but still couldn't get it open. Lü Bu was afraid of hurting her by brute force, so he asked with a heavy breath, "Can I?"

Zhang Mo was also a little confused at this time, but her reason eventually overcame her physical reaction. She pushed him away slightly, put her clothes in place, and said, "Let's wait until we get married..."

Lu Bu felt a little regretful but he would not force her. They sat on the grass to cool down. Lu Bu regained his senses at this time and asked her the purpose of her visit.

Zhang Mo continued to laugh it off, but Lu Bu suddenly asked, "Are you here to kill Dong Zhuo?"

Zhang Mo's expression froze. "Are you kidding? Why would I kill him?"

The two had been together for so long that they were very familiar with each other's every expression and movement. Seeing her reaction, Lu Bu immediately confirmed his suspicions, "You're afraid he'll go against your father in the future, so you're deliberately trying to lure me away to kill him."

He stood up and was about to leave. Zhang Mo, realizing her intentions had been discovered, quickly grabbed him and said, "I'm killing him for your own good. Once he's dead, you can lead your troops back to Bingzhou and build up your strength. When the world is in chaos, you can come out and clean up the mess, right? Don't you want him to go to Luoyang?"

Lu Bu turned and looked at her. "I don't want him to go to Luoyang, but I don't want him to die either. He can die at the hands of others, but not at yours."

If Dong Zhuo really becomes as violent and bloodthirsty as in the dream, killing innocent people indiscriminately, I can only let him perish on his own, and then avenge him as a repayment of my gratitude. But Dong Zhuo has not done anything evil now, and he does not deserve to die.

"Why? If I kill him, will you avenge him?" Zhang Mo asked.

Lu Bu looked at her helplessly, "He has been kind to me and treats me like his own son. You should know how important you are to me. Don't make things difficult for me."

Hearing him say this, Zhang Mo slowly loosened her grip on his arm. She suddenly realized that since he went to serve Dong Zhuo, she and he had become two different people.

At that time, she naively thought that he went to Dong Zhuo to place his own people next to the enemy, but she did not consider that people have feelings. If Lu Bu fell in love with her, he would also have family affection for Dong Zhuo.

As Wang Yun's daughter, she could only stand on her father's side.

Zhang Mo smiled self-deprecatingly. Now, both she and Lu Bu seemed to be faced with a difficult decision: "If my wife and mother both fell into the river at the same time, who should I save first?"

However, the problem they faced was even more cruel. His wife and mother started fighting in the water, and one of them beat the other to death.

Did the man on the shore pretend that the victim had drowned, shielding the murderer? Or did he sacrifice his own life for the greater good and send the murderer to prison?

She found it difficult to choose between Lu Bu and her father, and Lu Bu also found it difficult to choose between her and Dong Zhuo.

Lu Bu didn't notice Zhang Mo's disappointment, and turned around to walk back. After a few steps, he turned back and said, "Tell your men to stop, otherwise I'm afraid many people will die if a fight breaks out."

"Will you kill them?"

Lu Bu said, "Everyone serves his master. Your group of men are very powerful. If you are too gentle, I am afraid I won't be able to defeat them."

Zhang Mo raised a faint mocking smile at the corner of her lips, "Yes, each for his own master!"

After she finished speaking, she turned around and climbed up the hill behind her. Lu Bu stood there and watched for a moment. Knowing that she always made thorough preparations before doing anything, he was not worried that she would be in danger in the forest. After hesitating for a moment, he turned around and walked out of the woods.

While Lu Bu and Zhang Mo were talking, Dong Zhuo's troops had already encountered an ambush in a valley ahead.

Although Dong Zhuo brought 4,000 cavalrymen with him, they were dispersed throughout Beimang Mountain to look for people. He only had 800 soldiers with him. Dong Zhuo's number of men was small, and he encountered a sudden attack, so the casualties were heavy.

The fighting in the valley continued. Dong Zhuo, guarded by Li Jue, fled desperately. As he ran, he angrily shouted, "These men are all armored and well-equipped, and they move in an orderly manner. They can't be bandits, but regular imperial troops. Who is so bold as to secretly mobilize troops to kill me?"

Li Jue looked back at the group of people wearing flying eagle masks and guessed, "Maybe they are members of the Yuan family?"

"Yuan family?" Dong Zhuo's eyes turned cold, and then he became confused. The Yuan family wanted to kill him, which seemed to make sense but also didn't make sense.

However, Dong Zhuo had no time to think about these things at the moment. He was not only worried about his own safety, but also about Lu Bu's safety. The assassin's plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain was not only to kill him, but also to kill Lu Bu. As long as the two of them died, Niu Fu, Hu Zhen and others would not be a threat at all.

Hua Xiong, Dong Yue and others led the rearguard. Except for the part that protected Dong Zhuo's escape, there were only more than 300 people left in the valley. This number of people could not stop the Golden Eagle Guards at all. Xu Huang and Guan Hai stayed behind to deal with the rearguard troops, while Du Fei led a group of people to chase and kill Dong Zhuo.

Dong Zhuo now only has a few dozen people around him. If he is caught up, he will surely die.

On the trail of Beimang Mountain, horses' hooves were galloping, and the hills and trees on both sides were constantly receding. Du Fei and others were shouting and screaming in the back, causing great psychological fear to the people fleeing in front. A soldier following Dong Zhuo was not paying attention, and his horse's hoof was tripped by thorns on the roadside, and he flew off the horse. Before he could get up, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, and his chest was trampled by the horse chasing closely behind.

The soldiers' screams startled Dong Zhuo. He looked back and saw that the pursuers were within an arrow's reach. The leader in front, who was wearing a black eagle mask, had already raised his crossbow.