Quick wear: I'm with my nemesis

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He was just a slave in the past, and he didn't understand the righteousness of his family and country.

He only knew that it was the young master who rescued him, and he wanted to guard the young master for the rest of his life.

Seeing the obsession in his eyes, Xie Zhuo sighed and pulled him up: "Do you want to see me marry someone else?"

His voice was calm, but it made Zhao Mo feel as if he had been struck by lightning in an instant.

He looked at Xie Zhuo fixedly, his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't make a sound.

The son is getting married?

"Don't think about it." Glaring at him angrily, Xie Zhuo pushed him aside and said, "But my father has this idea."

"If he wants to marry me, what position do you take to stop it?"

The leader of the caravan, or the former man slave?

Zhao Mo's throat rolled, and he found that there was nothing he could do to prevent the son from getting married.

"You will refuse, right?" Zhao Mo raised his eyes and carefully looked at the young master, trying to get some assurance from him.

"I will." What Xie Zhuo said made Zhao Mo let go instantly.

"But how long do you think I'll be firm?" Xie Zhuo lowered his eyes, looking cruelly at the frightened young man.

"What if I want to get married in the future? What will you do to stop me then?"

"The leader of the caravan?" Xie Zhuo pinched Zhao Mo's chin, with a hint of coldness in his voice: "What if I don't want money, but I want to marry someone?"

"Do you want to watch me have both sons and daughters, and live and fly with others?"

Every word he said pierced Zhao Mo's ears like a knife, making him panic.

"So..." When his fear reached its peak, Xie Zhuo's voice softened again.

"Go fight, go kill." Xie Zhuo whispered into Zhao Mo's ear as if tempting: "Go fight to make a name for yourself, go kill someone who makes my father dare not even have the slightest doubt about the relationship between you and me." official position."

"Zhao Mo, our future is in your hands."

A smoldering flame suddenly rose in Zhao Mo's eyes, a smoldering flame called ambition.

He wanted to climb to a high position, so that no one else could take Young Master away from him, not even Young Master himself.

Xie Zhuo suddenly felt a hint of danger in his dark eyes.

"Zhao Mo," he took a half step back, and was bound by a pair of big hands around the waist.

The man bit his shoulder heavily through his clothes: "I'll go..."

Through a layer of fabric, his voice was terribly muffled: "Master, you must wait for me."

"I won't die, I will come back with the title, and I will stay with the young master forever."

Nothing can stop him and the young master, he will definitely come back.

Son, wait for me...

Xie Zhuo raised his fingertips and pressed on his side neck, feeling the rhythm, he couldn't help chuckling: "Okay, I'll wait for you."

kinda...

"Zhao Mo, what are you doing?" Before Xie Zhuo finished sighing, he found a pair of hands that were too dishonest.

Zhao Mo untied the young master's waist seal in a muffled voice, and carried him into the back room: "I'm about to go to war, and the young master won't even comfort me?"

There was a trace of pitiful depression in his voice, which made Xie Zhuo's struggle a little more relaxed.

A smile flashed in Zhao Mo's eyes, and a trace of annoyance flashed again.

He bit heavily on the lips of the man in his arms, as if punishing him.

How could he fail to recognize the aggressive general in the young master's words?

But so what?

For the bright future that the young master described, he will follow the path that the young master arranged for him.