Of course, what Dong Zhuo didn't know, Ding Ling couldn't find out either.
But Dong Zhuo was sure of one thing:
"Zhang Jiao died first, but he hasn't disappeared until now, whereas Liu Hong died later yet inexplicably vanished a few years ago. So, if you want to find the answer, perhaps you can go north to find Zhang Jiao! He must know many secrets."
"You're right."
Ding Ling nodded and pointed a finger at Dong Zhuo's forehead:
"I should indeed go find Zhang Jiao."
Poof!
A flash of sword light disappeared in an instant.
In the next moment.
Dong Zhuo's forehead was pierced, and his massive body fell heavily backward like a mountain, his eyes widened looking at Ding Ling, filled with frustration, depression, venomous hatred, anger, and reluctance!
As if saying, 'Brother, you don't follow Wude! I already laid flat! And you still want to kill me!'
Having spent a lot of time with some alien guests.
It's normal for Dong Zhuo to speak some modern language.
