Quick wear: I'm with my nemesis

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Coming to the new world again, Xie Zhuo opened his eyes calmly, and got mixed up with that person again as expected.

Thinking back on all kinds of things in the past, Xie Zhuo sneered: "I don't believe it, every world will be mixed with him!"

If it was said that it was to get rid of that person in the past, then now Xie Zhuo is all for gaining breath.

He didn't believe it anymore, wouldn't he be able to complete the task if he wasn't with Xuan Xiao?

Could it be that his personality charm can't make Xuan Xiao put down the butcher knife?

Aware of his thoughts, Qi Ling was silent for a long time, and finally said: "You are happy."

It stuffed all the information of this world into Xie Zhuo's mind and then hid it silently into the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness. It had nothing to say to the awkward ghost.

The original owner of this world, Xie Zhuo, is the second son of a wealthy businessman in the Northwest.

Because of his love for horses, he built a huge horse farm at home and allocated a dozen people to take care of his beloved horses, but he didn't want his new favorite horse Chengfeng to be poisoned and died of care.

When the original owner found out, the BMW bought with a thousand taels of silver turned into a dead body.

He was so angry that he whipped the horse slave Zhao Mo hundreds of times without asking the right and wrong, and threw him to the mass grave in the suburbs when he was out of breath.

And that unlucky man slave is the brave and skilled champion of this world. He climbed out of the mass grave and entered the barracks, trading his life for his future.

After three to five years, he was promoted from a small soldier to the position of captain, and he made outstanding achievements in the battle against the Uyghurs. He was named a brave marquis and guarded the northwest.

Needless to say, the Xie family became a bargaining chip for many people in the Northwest who wanted to curry favor with Guan Yonghou, and they lost all their wealth overnight and were imprisoned.

The original owner was whipped a lot in prison, and was thrown into a mass grave by a straw mat.

And such a guy with no ambitions, his obsession is to become the number one wealthy businessman in Northwest China, so that his father can think highly of him.

Xie Zhuo: "..."

Anyone who has a dream is amazing.

"Young master?" When he accepted the message, a cautious voice came from his ear.

Xie Fan, the steward of the racecourse, looked at him cautiously, with an indistinct temptation in his eyes.

Young master won't find out that Zhao Mo is his scapegoat, right?

But who let Chengfeng take care of his nephew to death? For the sake of his family's only single seedling, Xie Fan would not feel any guilt at all for pushing Zhao Mo's stuffy gourd out.

Xie Zhuo glanced at the steward, and walked to Zhao Mo's side with a whip in his hand.

He was tightly tied to a tree, his mouth was also tightly bound by a rough hemp rope, and he could not speak a word.

But even if it is like this, you can still vaguely see a good appearance, and the dark eyes are even more majestic.

Xie Zhuo slightly raised his eyebrows: "It's this bastard who took care of my horse to death?"

Xie Fan bowed his head and approached, glared at Zhao Mo, and said, "Master Hui, it's this slave who took care of Chengfeng to death."

Xie Zhuo: Really?I do not believe.

He raised Zhao Mo's chin with a whip, and said with great interest, "Take care of the dead master's horse? Are you ready to pay with your life?"

Zhao Mo looked at Xie Zhuohong's blood-like coat, with a hint of despair in his eyes.

After Chengfeng died unexpectedly three days ago, Xie Fan imprisoned him in the woodshed without water or rice.

Now in front of the Young Master, his mouth is even more gagged, at this moment he doesn't even have the energy to struggle and argue.