Chapter 1080

"What do you want?" Du Zhou asked. He didn't expect that Chen Mo would disobey his intention and set up a branch in Luofeng town. Before, Du Zhou was extremely reluctant. That's because Luofeng town is not worth investing. Today's Luofeng town is definitely not at a loss to set up Tianbao Pavilion.

As long as there is enough aura in a town, even the strong will come to garrison. Besides, there is a large-scale spirit gathering array in Luofeng Town, sooner or later, it will go to glory.

But Du Zhou can't figure out that Chen Mo's skill is to build a spirit gathering array in Luofeng town that surpasses Tianbao Pavilion headquarters.

You know, the spirit gathering array of Luofeng town can't be built by ordinary mages. If the guess is right, it's very likely that Luofeng town is the relic of a great man.

Otherwise, how can Chen Mo stay in Luofeng town instead of developing outward.

People go up, water flows down.

This is by no means groundless.

At the thought of this, Du Zhou understood.

Chen Mo found the treasure of the peerless in Luofeng Town, and his strength soared. He was able to defeat Dao Wuqi with one move. Then he conserved his energy and built the congenital eight trigrams gathering spirit array in Luofeng town.

If so, Chen Mo would be terrible.

Many people will be arrogant once they are in power.

Chen Mo is a young man. If he can be so calm, he will be able to rise in the future.

"Old man, you said Dao Wukui was the one you sent to kill me?" Chen Mo looked at Du Zhou's unpredictable face and said in a cold voice: "in this case, you just asked me to release him. I want to ask you, who killed me... Why should I release him?"

Du Zhou was speechless.

On one side, Kuang Jiamin said: "Chen Mo, the elder didn't mean that. He came to Luofeng town to observe you. Now you have passed successfully, so he asked you to be the president of Tianbao Pavilion branch."

"Is it?" Chen Mo asks in reply that his voice is like a thorn. Hatred penetrates Kuang Jiamin and Du Zhou's heart, making their faces complicated and changeable.

Before they came, Kuang Jiamin and Du Zhou never thought that there would be a large-scale spirit gathering array in Luofeng town.

Otherwise, they will never offend Chen mo.

But Chen Mo is reluctant, and even Kuang Jiamin is speechless to Chen mo.

"Bring out the knife." Chen Mo tells Lu Bo to take the knife with him. Soon after, Lu Bo leads him down to Chen mo.

At the moment, the sword is not lacking, the spirit is lax, the hair of the Beatles is disorderly, and the sun is in the sky. For a moment, the sword is not lacking, and it can not adapt to the sunshine. It lowers its head to be silent.

"There is no lack of Dao. Your Dao is broken. I'm not going to keep you. I'm willing to give you a chance to live."

Chen Mo takes the incomplete broadsword from the storage ring and throws it to the ground.

Bang!

The big knife was heavy and fell in front of its flawless leg. Its sharp face glowed in the hot sun. It was shocked. There was a sign of moving on its flawless face.

Chen Mo: "there is no lack of sword. I will let you go if you kill the person who ordered you."

Chen Mo's voice is not big, but Dao Wuque and Du Zhou can hear it clearly. Both of them have a twinkle in their eyes, and their hearts are trembling. Chen Mo's vicious means make them fight each other.

If you don't name someone, you have to kill them.

This sentence has a profound meaning.

First of all, it is impossible for Du Zhou to point at Chen Mo and say that Chen Mo is cruel and cruel.

Let the sword kill him

After all, there are not many people who know about Dao. If Du Zhou comes forward to accuse Chen Mo, there is no need to guess that his reputation will plummet and be despised.

But if Du Zhou doesn't blame Chen Mo, Dao Wuqi has only two choices. One is to kill Du Zhou with a knife. If he wins, he will survive. If he loses, Dao Wuqi will die in Du Zhou's hands.

As for the second option, Dao Wukui does not attack Du Zhou, but the consequences can be imagined that Dao Wukui will die in Chen Mo's hands.

For a moment, the knife was in a dilemma.

He looks up at Chen Mo difficultly and spits out two words, "devil."

Thank you very much Chen moqian smiles modestly.

Dao Wuqi looks down to pick up the big knife. Then he looks up at Du Zhou in the air. He doesn't speak. He exchanges countless messages in his eyes to express Dao Wuqi's voluntary death.

Next moment!

With a shake of the wrist, Dao Wuqi held his head high, and his indomitable will rose. He opened his mouth to express his heroic words. "Today, Dao Wuqi will end by himself. Eighteen years later, I'm a hero again. Dao Wuqi has been destroyed, but I'm worthy of myself."

"Because of this death, my sword is from my heart."

The sound falls, the knife has no lack of a grin, the face opens, the big knife in the hand gouges out to the life neck.

The light and shadow of the sword move the momentum of heaven and earth. At this moment, countless people are awed by the sword, defending their heart and making decisions for their masters. This kind of person is admirable.

Even Chen Mo can't help admiring him.

Above the sky, Du Zhou's eyes twinkle. Somehow, he feels that he has a bad idea. It seems that he came to Luofeng town and was played by Chen mo.

As the honorary elder of Tianbao Pavilion, Du Zhou can't even protect the people under his hand. If this story is spread, who will be loyal to Du Zhou, or even become a joke.

"No... stop it." Du Zhou suddenly drank, however, he was still late.

Chen Mo reaches out his hand and holds the big knife in Dao Wukui's hand tightly. His calm face is full of serious expression. "From now on, Dao Wukui is my left hand and right hand. I will not obey others any more. It's the price for me to save you. Would you like to?"

He was stunned.

Immediately, Dao Wuqi knelt down half on his knees to show his respect for Chen Mo, "I do."

"Return."

Dao has no fault. Holding the big Dao, he moves to the right and walks into Chen Mo's camp.

That thin back, resolutely determined.

Du Zhouning looked at it and got angry.

Chen Mo, when he dug the corner with his face, succeeded.

Where does that make his face go?

But Du Zhou has nothing to say, because he is not willing to admit that there is no lack of Dao. Although Du Zhou gave a big shout at the end, he still stands high and does not take any actual action.

Otherwise, Dao Wuqi will not be transferred to Chen Mo's command easily.

In the final analysis, it is Du Zhou who loves face too much.

As everyone knows, face is not given by others, but by Chen Mo's own strength.

At this moment, countless people look at Chen Mo with admiration.

There is no lack of Dao. In the late Yuan Dynasty, he was definitely a strong man, but he was brought into the account by Chen mo.

But Du Zhou can only watch, the knife without lack of defection.

"Chen Mo, are you directing and acting yourself?"

Du Zhoudao said: "I don't know him at all, and you send him to play Dao Wuqi. The whole process has to be finished by yourself. I'm worried that he will be worried about his life. I want to help him, but I didn't expect that he was your subordinate. You are really leisurely and elegant."

At the end of the day, Du Zhou was like a little girl who knocked over the vinegar jar and spoke in a strange way.

On hearing this, Chen Mo said with a smile, "it's really fragrant."