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

Chapter 1160
"Is our city lord's mansion so easy to break into? If you don't leave anything today, how can I explain to my master and wife in Qingcheng!"

After a domineering move, half of the little servant's arm was numb, and all of them were besieged by eighteen riders.

Unlike them fighting individually, the Eighteen Cavalry originally fought in a team, and Qingcheng also paid attention to cooperation when training them, and they were proficient in various formations.

Just when Qingcheng ordered the Eighteen Cavalry to trap them to death, Ning Zhao hurried over with Ye Qin.

"Qingcheng, let him go." Qingcheng won, and Ning Zhao was not surprised. When he walked up to the servant, Ning Zhao frowned and looked at him.

"Go back and tell your young master, if his target is me, then I welcome him to fight me one-on-one. I, Ning Zhao, have always admired opponents who are upright, and such a night attack is really not an aboveboard behavior. Also, the city lord The position will always belong to the Mo family, it is best for him to stop thinking about it, otherwise his enemy is not just me."

Without any doubt, Ning Zhao just felt that this person was someone close to him sent by Bai Jingyao.

Her directness stunned the little attendant, and he thought to himself, sure enough, everyone in the city lord's mansion already knew the master's true disguise, and while writing down Ning Zhao's words, they also did not forget to secretly scold Patriarch Bai for being useless.

Before waiting for the waiter's response, Ning Zhao turned sideways and told Qingcheng, "Detain the others, and let him be a legend."

"I obey," Qing Cheng yelled, ordering Eighteen Cavalry to escort the others away, leaving the servant alone.

"You really want to let me go, aren't you afraid of letting the tiger go back to the mountain?" The servant looked at Ning Zhao in disbelief, questioning the authenticity of Ning Zhao's move.

Ning Zhao snorted lightly, "If the tiger goes back to the mountain, you have to be a tiger! You can't even defeat Qingcheng, so how can you think that you can attack the East Courtyard and hurt me and City Lord Mo?"

Ning Zhao's words inexplicably pierced the hearts of the two of them. The little servant was annoyed when he was denied that he was not a tiger, but when he thought about what she said later, he felt that he was right, because he really couldn't beat Qingcheng, so he had to admit it.

But Qingcheng felt that his cultivation base and IQ had been insulted, and he had to justify himself, "Madam, let alone him, even if there were ten more, they would not be opponents of his subordinates. Bai Jingyao was so smart that he was always confused, Sending such a person here is simply lowering their level of strength!"

Adhering to the mentality that if it is difficult for oneself, it will definitely not make the other person feel better, Qingcheng is so quick to hurt others.But the waiter was vomited blood again by his words.

"You can insult me, but you will die if you insult our father!" The little waiter was about to attack again with the sword, but was knocked down by the ice pick in Ning Zhao's palm.

"So, you admit that the person behind you is Bai Jingyao, right?" Qingcheng was in a great mood, and glanced at the little servant contemptuously. He's so small, he dares to play tricks with your grandfather Qingcheng. You even play with your own father. I don't even know Haofa.

"I..." Feeling tricked, the waiter spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Ning Zhao moved extremely quickly, avoiding the blood spurted out by him, and glanced at Qingcheng with disgust, wanting to roll his eyes at his wicked taste.

"Hey, ma'am, not only is this person not good at kung fu, but his IQ is even worse." Qingcheng didn't feel that there was anything wrong with what he said, and he still said it very hilariously.

Ning Zhao turned his head to see the servant, his eyes were full of hatred, if he hadn't been grabbed by the shoulders, he would have swooped up to fight Qingcheng desperately.

(End of this chapter)