Onward to the Massacre

"Get lost, you! Don't let me see you again!" Yelled Liu Rushuang gritted his teeth.

She decided to leave this tyrant!

She didn't want to ever see him again!

Han Moze wasn't the least bit worried about Liu Rushuang trying to get revenge. "Judging by your tone of voice, you still want to teach me a lesson?" He said with a sinister smile.

Liu Rushuang's eyes burned with rage. She gritted her teeth and silently glared at Han Moze.

This was definitely the most petulant thing she'd ever encountered in her life.

She couldn't beat this tyrant, so all she could do was run away!

Hmph!

She didn't want to marry that vile tyrant!

With a vicious gaze, Han Moze laughed coldly and said, "We're a married couple from now on, so it'd be best if you spoke more politely. Otherwise, I'll make you pay for it with your body!"

Liu Rushuang glared at Han Moze with an even more vicious look on his face and clenched her jaw.

*Hoooo...*