Quick wear: I'm with my nemesis

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Closing his eyes dejectedly, Zhao Mo let out an indistinct whining sound, as if he was justifying, as if he was begging for mercy.

It wasn't him who did it, it was Xie Fan who wronged him.

"Tsk," Xie Zhuo lazily put down his whip, and said boringly, "You don't even know how to defend yourself? You're a boring gourd."

"Forget it, I'm in a good mood today, so I don't bother to argue with you."

He said with a half-smile: "Since you have taken care of Master's horse, how about making it yourself?"

"Xie Nan Xie Bei, I will take him away to the young master, he will be my mount from now on."

"Young Master?" Xie Fan looked at this scene in disbelief, and couldn't help but stop him.

He thought that Zhao Mo must die today, so he dared to frame him like this, but now that the son is acting like this, isn't it letting him escape from death?

In case he tells the story of himself and others framing him, how will he deal with himself in the future?

If he had known that the love horse who took care of the dead son had this kind of treatment, he would have tied up his nephew!

"This servant took care of Chengfeng to death, son, you must not...ah!" Xie Fan stopped Xie Zhuo anxiously, and before he finished speaking, he wailed.

Xie Zhuo lashed at this guy with a whip, and there was violence in his narrow and sharp eyes: "You dog slave, son, I need you to teach me how to do things?"

"Don't dare, my subordinates don't dare." Xie Fan didn't expect that he would be whipped by the young master after only saying a word, so he carefully smiled: "But this slave..."

"Huh?" Xie Zhuo raised his voice slightly, making him shut his mouth instantly.

And Zhao Mo looked at the scene in front of him, and he couldn't recover.

He thought he was dead, but now...

Looking at the bright red fiery back, his eyes were filled with the fire of survival.

Is the young master ready to let him go?

Xie Zhuo was suffocating in his heart, thinking that he could complete the task without getting involved with him. After saving the man, he turned and left without even looking back.

Xie Nan Xie Bei looked at the guy tied to the tree, pulled out his saber and cut off the rope, saving him.

Zhao Mo was so weak that he hadn't had any water for a few days, and he staggered to his knees on the ground as soon as he was free.

Seeing this, Xie Nan Xie Bei had no choice but to carry him away.

Before leaving the racecourse, Zhao Mo turned his head and took a deep look at Xie Fan, who had panicked eyes.

Just this one glance made Xie Fan's heart skip a beat.

When Xie Zhuo's group disappeared, he clenched his teeth tightly: "How did this little beast get such a fortune?"

He couldn't believe it, a situation that was destined to die turned into this under the young master's thought.

Still have a mount?

Isn't he someone close to you?

Thinking of this, he glared at his nephew furiously.

If it wasn't for this careless little beast, why would he be here?

"Uncle, what should we do?" Gao Liang was also frightened by this scene.

His uncle got the surname Xie, so he was considered important at home, but how could Zhao Mo, a good-for-nothing, survive?

"You ask me, who should I ask?" Xie Fan gave him a hard look, then gritted his teeth and said, "We can't just let it go!"

The wolf-like eyes of that little beast made him feel lingering fear. If he is let go today, their uncle and nephew will have a hard time when this beast develops in the future.

Xie Zhuojiang thought about it all night and didn't think about how to deal with Zhao Mo, so he wanted to put him aside for the time being and see you later when he found a countermeasure, but who would have thought that this person would appear in front of him again the next day.