Quick wear: I'm with my nemesis

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The bed curtain was pulled down neatly by him, covering all the spring scenery.

"Young Master, I'm leaving, you love me." A hoarse voice came from the depths of the bed curtain until the night, making the moonlight a little more gentle.

Zhao Mo used this method to imprison his young master on the bed for more than two days before he finally released Xie Zhuo before leaving.

At that time, the reluctance of parting in Xie Zhuo's heart was suppressed by the tooth marks on his body.

Standing on the high steps, he looked down at Zhao Mo and said coldly, "Let's go!"

You can leave quickly, or I will beat you every time I see you.

Seeing the overly intimate atmosphere between the two, King Jin unconsciously squinted his eyes.

"My lord, wait for me to come back." With a faint smile on Zhao Mo's indifferent face, he cupped his hands towards Xie Zhuo, and left with King Jin's car.

King Jin left for less than half a month, and the flames of war ignited in the northwest.

Xie Zhuo bought what was left of him, the little money he had left, and gave it to the people in the city, and he stayed at home and shut himself out.

From Zhao Mo's reply, he could feel the tense atmosphere on the front line every day.

Although the man always said that everything was fine, the letter was delayed more and more.

It has been half a month since I received Zhao Mo's smile last time.

The whole summer passed in the war, Xie Zhuo stood under the yellow leaves with a worried look on his face.

The last time Zhao Mo sent a letter saying that he had already been named a fourth-rank general, and now the general battle is being discussed in the camp.

"Now, it's not just what happened." Xie Zhuo exhaled lightly, vomiting out his worries.

At this moment, he regretted letting Zhao Mo join the army.

In fact, it’s good to be safe at home.

"Young master." Xie Bei, who had been dealing with things outside, suddenly came from outside with a cold expression.

Xie Zhuo's heart skipped a beat, and he had some bad thoughts.

"Say!"

Seeing the young master's tense expression, Xie Bei wondered for a moment whether the young master knew something.

"The news came from the front line, the decisive battle was won." Xie Bei lowered his head and said softly: "But General Zhao Mo disappeared while chasing the Uighur little prince."

He uttered the last sentence in Xie Zhuo's sharper eyes, and said softly: "I don't know if I live or die."

Xie Zhuo's eyes suddenly went dark, he slowly took two steps back and sat on the stone bench, muttering: "I don't know if I will die or not."

After a long time, he gave a low laugh: "I took it for granted."

He only knows that according to Qi Ling's mind, the hero of the world will not be in danger, but he doesn't know that everything is subject to change.

Because of the change in his attitude, Zhao Mo became a talent ahead of time, so how could his life and death not be uncertain because of the change in the time he joined the army?

"Young Master, you..." Xie Bei looked at the young master's heart ashamed, and felt a little bad in his heart.

He wanted Young Master not to be too sad, after all, no news now is the best news.

But before he could speak, Xie Zhuo got up suddenly and said in a deep voice, "Prepare the horse!"

Zhao Mo was sent to the front line by him, even if he really died, he would bring his body back.

"My lord, don't do it!" Xie Bei was startled, and quickly advised.

Although the war has been won, the remnants of the Uighur soldiers along the way should not be underestimated.

If the young master encounters any danger on the road, what should we do? "I can't order you anymore?"

Xie Zhuo looked at Xie Bei coldly, causing sweat to ooze from his head.