Do not mess with the concubine: God of War Lord please accept

Chapter 433 Murder husband
Ning Zhao really couldn't laugh or cry, how long will this jealousy be going to explode.However, I have to say that Mo Juechen with this appearance is actually quite cute.

"Like I said, I don't have a good opinion of the fourth prince." Even if there was, it was a thing of the past, Ning Zhao added in his heart, "For me now, the fourth prince is just our enemy."

"Hmph." Mo Juechen snorted coldly after hearing this, and turned his head to the side without further words.Ning Zhao sighed, and directly twisted Mo Juechen's ears: "Do you believe me or not?"

"Ning Zhao, you!" Mo Juechen groaned in pain and stood up, his face was flushed red from the pressure, the majestic Sixth Prince, Mo Chao God of War, had his ears twisted by a little girl.

"What's wrong with me?" Ning Zhao raised his eyebrows, "If you don't listen to good words, I can only be rough."

"It seems that this king is too kind to you, causing you to forget your roots." Mo Juechen's face darkened, and his dark eyes were fixed on Ning Zhao.

Although Ning Zhao knew that Mo Juechen would not do anything to him, he was still taken aback by Mo Juechen's eyes.

"You... what are you going to do?" Ning Zhao took a step back and stared at Mo Juechen warily.

Mo Juechen took a step forward, picked up Ning Zhao and threw him onto the bed. Fortunately, the mattress was thick and Ning Zhao didn't feel any pain.She was about to teach Mo Juechen a lesson, but Mo Juechen grabbed her wrist.

"Come on, since you don't like Fourth Brother, who are you pretending to be?" Mo Juechen raised his eyebrows and asked.

Ning Zhao is speechless, who is she pretending to be, doesn't he understand?
"Do you really not know the person I'm pretending to be, or are you pretending not to?" Ning Zhao asked.

"I want to hear from you personally." Mo Juechen approached Ning Zhao. Ning Zhao's small mouth had never said any sweet words of love to him. A woman is good at expressing.

"It's you, okay?" Ning Zhao rolled her eyes, she was indeed not Mo Juechen's opponent in terms of moves, Mo Juechen became angry, and he didn't know what he would do to her.

"Say it again." Mo Juechen's expression finally softened a little, and he moved closer to his ear, his voice whispering softly.

Ning Zhao's cheeks flushed slightly, and he lowered his eyebrows so as not to look at Mo Juechen.Mo Juechen smiled: "Zhaoer, why don't you say it?"

Ning Zhao's blushing appearance was endearing, and Mo Juechen couldn't help but move his face closer to Ning Zhao.

"Get out of the way!" Ning Zhao gritted his teeth, "Don't you know your own weight!"

Mo Juechen snorted softly: "I don't know, I'm upset! If you don't tell me, I won't let you go!"

"Mo Juechen, are you noble?" Ning Zhao was speechless, and Mo Juechen looked like a child.

"Zhao'er thinks this king is as big as he is." Mo Juechen smiled, and lightly brushed Ning Zhao's face with his fingers.

Ning Zhao looked into Mo Juechen's eyes, he was really making progress, Ning Zhao gritted his teeth and kicked him directly.

"Hiss..." Mo Juechen let out a muffled snort, and landed firmly on the bed. Ning Zhao pushed Mo Juechen away, stood up, and straightened his messy skirt.

"Zhao'er, you dare to murder your own husband!" Mo Juechen said.

"Murder is not so much, it's just to make the prince suffer." Ning Zhao raised his eyebrows and smiled lightly.

Mo Juechen was speechless: "If this king is really broken by you, Zhao'er's happiness for the rest of his life will be lost."

(End of this chapter)